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term='organs'/><category term='inay'/><category term='discovery'/><title type='text'>Email Forward</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-2597044432459463688</id><published>2009-10-01T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T18:22:37.561-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><title type='text'>Computer Gender</title><content type='html'>A SPANISH Teacher was explaining to her class that in Spanish, unlike English,  nouns are designated as either masculine or feminine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 'House' for instance, is feminine: 'la casa..'&lt;br /&gt; 'Pencil,' however, is masculine: 'el lapiz.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; A student asked, 'What gender is 'computer'?'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Instead of giving the answer, the teacher split the class into two groups, male and female, and asked them to decide for themselves whether computer' should be a masculine or a feminine noun.&lt;br /&gt; Each group was asked to give four reasons for its recommendation.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The men's group decided that 'computer' should definitely be of the feminine gender ('la computadora'), because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic;&lt;br /&gt; 2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers is incomprehensible to everyone else;&lt;br /&gt; 3. Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long term memory for possible later retrieval; and&lt;br /&gt; 4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself spending half your paycheck on accessories for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The women's group, however, concluded that computers should be Masculine ('el computador'), because:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 1. In order to do anything with them, you have to turn them on;&lt;br /&gt; 2. They have a lot of data but still can't think for themselves;&lt;br /&gt; 3. They are supposed to help you solve problems, but half the time they ARE the problem; and&lt;br /&gt; 4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that if you had waited a little longer, you could have gotten a better model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The women won.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-2597044432459463688?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/2597044432459463688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=2597044432459463688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/2597044432459463688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/2597044432459463688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2009/10/computer-gender.html' title='Computer Gender'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-3486551321340458801</id><published>2009-08-11T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:51:05.561-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in 1500'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='educational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1500'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting'/><title type='text'>Life in 1500's</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature isn't just how you like it, think about how things used to be. Here are some facts about the 1500s:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children.  Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, Don't throw the baby out with the Bath water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so  all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it  became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof. Hence the saying, It's raining cats and dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying, Dirt poor. The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entranceway. Hence the saying a thresh hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; (Getting quite an education, aren't you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while.  Hence the rhyme, Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could bring home the bacon. They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and chew the fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or  the upper crust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a wake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; England is old and small and the local folks started running out of  places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the  inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they  would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be saved by the bell or was considered a dead ringer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; And that's the truth...Now, whoever said History was boring?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Educate someone. Share these facts with a friend!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-3486551321340458801?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/3486551321340458801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=3486551321340458801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/3486551321340458801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/3486551321340458801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-in-1500s.html' title='Life in 1500&apos;s'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-6575719010002726049</id><published>2009-04-17T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T00:36:37.268-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigmund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='priority'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='priorities'/><title type='text'>Your priorities in life (Sigmund Freud's Priorities)</title><content type='html'>Five things are happening in your house at the same time. In which sequence would you solve them? &lt;br /&gt;1. The telephone is ringing!&lt;br /&gt;2. The baby is crying!&lt;br /&gt;3. Someone's knocking or calling you from the front door!&lt;br /&gt;4. You hung the clothes out to dry and it is beginning to rain!&lt;br /&gt;5. You left the tap on in the kitchen and the water is already overflowing!&lt;br /&gt;In which sequence would you solve these problems? Write the sequence and check below how your decisions were made.&lt;br /&gt;BUT BE HONEST, THE FINDINGS ARE EXCITING.&lt;br /&gt;First write YOUR sequence from 1 to 5 then scroll below and read after!&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;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every individual point represents something in your life.&lt;br /&gt;On the list you can see which meaning every point has:&lt;br /&gt;1. Telephone represents Work&lt;br /&gt;2. Baby represents Family&lt;br /&gt;3. Door represents Friends&lt;br /&gt;4. Clothes represent Money&lt;br /&gt;5. Tap represents Love Life&lt;br /&gt;Your chosen sequence determines the priorities in your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-6575719010002726049?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/6575719010002726049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=6575719010002726049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/6575719010002726049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/6575719010002726049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2009/04/your-priorities-in-life-sigmund-freuds.html' title='Your priorities in life (Sigmund Freud&apos;s Priorities)'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-7719603435996014392</id><published>2009-03-24T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:29:38.257-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='machine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robbery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to hack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steal'/><title type='text'>Bank ATM's Converted to Steal IDs of Bank Customers</title><content type='html'>A team of organized criminals are installing equipment on legitimate bank ATM's in at least 2 regions to steal both the ATM card number and the PIN. The team sits nearby in a car receiving the information transmitted wirelessly over weekends and evenings from equipment they install on the front of the ATM (see photos). If you see an attachment like this, do not use the ATM and report it immediately to the bank using the 800 number or phone on the front of the ATM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The equipment used to capture your ATM card number and PIN are cleverly disguised to look like normal ATM equipment. A "skimmer" is mounted to the front of the normal ATM card slot that reads the ATM card number and transmits it to the criminals sitting in a nearby car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, a wireless camera is disguised to look like a leaflet holder and is mounted in a position to view ATM PIN entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thieves copy the cards and use the PIN numbers to withdraw thousands from many accounts in a very short time directly from the bank ATM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SciIZXG5UeI/AAAAAAAAAwE/3RwknwgjLpI/s1600-h/atm+nakaw+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SciIZXG5UeI/AAAAAAAAAwE/3RwknwgjLpI/s320/atm+nakaw+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316649329391915490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equipment being installed on front of existing bank card slot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SciIZYJGc5I/AAAAAAAAAv8/AYYuAeILAYg/s1600-h/atm+nakaw+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SciIZYJGc5I/AAAAAAAAAv8/AYYuAeILAYg/s320/atm+nakaw+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316649329669600146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The equipment as it appears installed over the normal ATM bank slot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SciIZL9bEmI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Cv1129V0I90/s1600-h/atm+nakaw+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SciIZL9bEmI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Cv1129V0I90/s320/atm+nakaw+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316649326399394402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PIN reading camera being installed on the ATM is housed in an innocent looking leaflet enclosure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camera shown installed and ready to capture PIN's by looking down on the keypad as you enter your PIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contest between technology and counter technology never stops. After the movie films came the pirates. After the computer came the virus. After the ATM came the...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-7719603435996014392?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/7719603435996014392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=7719603435996014392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/7719603435996014392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/7719603435996014392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2009/03/bank-atms-converted-to-steal-ids-of.html' title='Bank ATM&apos;s Converted to Steal IDs of Bank Customers'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SciIZXG5UeI/AAAAAAAAAwE/3RwknwgjLpI/s72-c/atm+nakaw+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-794441601265411214</id><published>2009-03-01T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T17:17:58.827-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='store names'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filipino humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='names'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filipino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='establishment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>Filipino Humor in businesses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="ctl00_cphMainContent_lbQuestion"&gt;1. A parlor in San Juan, &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1235956594_0"&gt;Metro Manila&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;b&gt;Cut &amp;amp; Face&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A wholesaler of &lt;i&gt;balut&lt;/i&gt; in Sto.Tomas, Batangas: &lt;b&gt;Starducks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A fast food eatery in &lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1235956594_1"&gt;Nueva Ecija&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;b&gt;Violybee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A small internet cafe: &lt;b&gt;Cafe Pindot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. In &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1235956594_2"&gt;Manila&lt;/span&gt;, there's a laundry named: &lt;b&gt;Summa &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" target="_blank" href="http://c.um/"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1235956594_3"&gt;Cum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Laundry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1235956594_4"&gt;pet shop&lt;/span&gt; in Kamuning: &lt;b&gt;Pakita Mo Pet Mo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A Bakery: &lt;b&gt;Bread Pit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A bank in &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1235956594_5"&gt;Alabang&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;b&gt;Alabank&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A noodle restaurant in Pampanga: &lt;b&gt;Mekeni Rogers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A restaurant in Pasig: &lt;b&gt;Johnnny's &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1235956594_6"&gt;Fried Chicken&lt;/span&gt;: The 'Fried' of Marikina&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. A boxing gym in &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1235956594_7"&gt;Taguig&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;b&gt;Blow Jab&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. A tombstone maker in Antipolo: &lt;b&gt;Lito Lapida&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  A copy center in Sikatuna Village: &lt;b&gt;Pakopya ni Edgar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. A beerhouse in Cavite: &lt;b&gt;Chickpoint&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. A laundromat in Sikatuna: &lt;b&gt;Star Wash: Attack of the Clothes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. A &lt;i&gt;kambingan&lt;/i&gt; restaurant: &lt;b&gt;Sa Goat Kita&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. A &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1235956594_8"&gt;beauty salon&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;b&gt;Curl Up And Dye&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. A &lt;i&gt;lugawan&lt;/i&gt; in Sta. Maria, Bulacan: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gee &lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1235956594_9"&gt;Congee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. A &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1235956594_10"&gt;water refilling station&lt;/span&gt; in Dapitan: &lt;b&gt;Wa-Thirst&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Along Sucat road, a store selling chicken feeds: &lt;b&gt;Robocock&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Shoe repair in &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1235956594_11"&gt;Marikina&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;b&gt;Dr. Shoe-Bago&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. A petshop: &lt;b&gt;Petness First&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Flower shop: &lt;b&gt;Susan's Roses&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. A Taxicab: &lt;b&gt;Income Taxi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. A 2nd-hand watch store: &lt;b&gt;2nd Time Around&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. A squid stall in a wet market: &lt;b&gt;Pusit to the Limit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. A shrimp store: &lt;b&gt;Hipon Coming Back&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. A car repair shop: &lt;b&gt;Bangga ka 'day!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. An aquatic pet store in  Malolos: &lt;b&gt;Fish Be With You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. A beauty salon: &lt;b&gt;Saudia Hairlines&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. A bakery: &lt;b&gt;Anak Ng Tinapay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. A Laundry: &lt;b&gt;Wash Your Problem Here&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1235956594_12"&gt;Ice cream parlor&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;b&gt;Dila Lang Ang Katapat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;i&gt;Chicharon&lt;/i&gt; store: &lt;b&gt;Chicha Hut&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. A fishball cart along P. Campa St., near UST: &lt;b&gt;Eat My Balls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. A barbershop in Cagayan de Oro: &lt;b&gt;Pinoy Big Barber&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. A Resto in Baclaran: &lt;b&gt;The Last Supper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. A &lt;i&gt;goto&lt;/i&gt; resto: &lt;b&gt;Goto Ko Pa!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Peanut vendor's cart with a funny name: &lt;b&gt;Mani ni Papa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. A &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1235956594_13"&gt;Hair Salon&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1235956594_14"&gt;Makati&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;b&gt;Hair We Go Again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-794441601265411214?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/794441601265411214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=794441601265411214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/794441601265411214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/794441601265411214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2009/03/filipino-humor-in-businesses.html' title='Filipino Humor in businesses'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-1282520448265269671</id><published>2009-02-18T16:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:28:35.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Parent's Advocacy Agains OPEN PARTIES</title><content type='html'>February 9, 2009 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ateneo parents, students and STOYA members, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three months back, I found out that an "OPEN PARTY" organized by students of the Assumption was booked at our village clubhouse. In this event, the venue meant for 300 pax was packed with as many as 800, due to the zealousness of its organizers to maximize its earnings. Many of the attendees had no recourse but to spill over to the parking area. That night, a nasty brawl occurred right outside the venue, and the security incident report outlined the destruction caused to the clubhouse facilities, the sight of inebriated teen-agers holding bottles of liquor roaming the streets, and the discovery of used condoms on the park grounds and alleys the following day. (You can verify this yourself.) We were on an out of town trip when all these happened and I could only imagine the chaos that went on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last January 16, 2009 my son Marcel Piezas, a 2nd year Ateneo student, pleaded with me to allow him to attend an "OPEN PARTY" organized by 3rd year Poveda High School students at Greenmeadows. I warned him about the untoward incidents in our village but due to his persistent pleas, reassurances, acceptance of certain conditions (e.g. curfew) coupled with guilt trips of being labelled an outcast once denied of participation, I succumbed to his appeal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night at around half past eleven, I found myself praying for Marcel's protection, possibly owing to vague intuition, not knowing what was going just a stone's throw away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 11:30 p.m., after having danced with around three other girls, Marcel asked for a dance with Ms. A (name withheld). The dance was uneventful except for the part where she asked Marcel if she could take a picture of them, which my son agreed to. Immediately after the dance, Marcel thanked her, and excused himself since his 12 midnight curfew was fast approaching. He and his classmate B (name withheld) proceeded to exit the dance hall to meet four other classmates who were already at the parking area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three meters from the exit, two teen-aged boys came out of the hall together with Ms. A, the girl Marcel just danced with, blaringly asking, "Sino ang nangbastos sa pinsan ko? Kayo ba? Kayo ba?" It seems that, Ms. A pointed out my son to the two boys, wilfully or otherwise, prompting them to pull his shoulder and start punching him on the head, which caused a laceration and multiple hematoma. The two boys shouted invectives at Marcel (e.g. "Sabihin mo sa nanay mo, malansa ang kaniyang puk_", "pu__ ina mo, gusto mo mamatay?", etc.) and repeatedly slapped him. After a while, the group of three had swelled to five (5). They were joined by other boys (names withheld). A few seconds more, and the crowd had expanded to around twenty (20), arm to arm, they formed a circle around my son. They continued to punch, slap, insult and spit at my defenceless son. One of them even ordered him to kneel down and apologize, which he did, even if he knew he was not guilty of anything, if only to stop the beating. After his apology, he was punched hard on the mouth, causing a cut on the lower lip, and three front teeth to turn mobile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were big bodied bouncers hired during the party, and some village guards manning the gates. Neither of them lifted a finger to help my son. All they uttered was "Tama na yan." The lone defender of Marcel was a school mate, Boy B (name withheld), who at that instant, lived out the Atenean dictum of "being a man for others". At the expense of enduring a few blows himself, he pleaded with the boys and tried to convince them that they have the wrong guy, and that Marcel was a good boy, incapable of the accusation they were throwing at him. The mauling miraculously stopped for around 15 seconds (probably around the same time I was praying for him) which gave another brave classmate the chance to grab then bloody Marcel by the arm and pull him out of the circle of tormentors. They ran for it and left in a car with their other classmates who were too stunned and traumatized themselves. Minutes after escaping the assailants, Marcel continued receiving phone calls through his mobile phone, wherein he was harassed and taunted. The calls and text have persisted until a week ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our preliminary investigation, we discovered that the aggressors are members of TGF or "The Good Fraternity", a loose group of high school students (boys and a few girls) who frequent the party scene, SOME of whom are reputed to be bullies, war freaks, alcoholics, possibly drug users, and carriers of deadly weapons such as guns, knives, tasers, etc. Apparently, some of them use this strategy of bullying helpless-looking boys in the guise of being gallant men saving a damsel in distress for having been "disrespected". The exact same scenario by the same people happened to a fellow Atenean at a different party a few weeks earlier. Many other boys from other schools have experienced beating from the same group for the most senseless reason as having been ogled at or having flexed biceps and triceps to the annoyance of the bullies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to Marcel was a nightmare not only to him but to ourselves as parents. My husband who is working in Canada can only cry in helplessness at not having been around to defend or at the very least comfort him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot sleep soundly knowing that our sons and daughters are prone to being swallowed by profligacy. Did you parents know that kids nowadays dance "spooning" style? Did you know that there are mobile bars for rent that serve "mocktails" or full fledged cocktails and beer in bubble containers to our young teen-agers unmindful of the alcohol prohibition for minors (ask Sober Club, Elation, Party Fuel, Club Fishbone, Booze, Event Shaker, On the Rocks, etc.). I even heard that open parties are now being used by pushers as their market for mood altering wares. I didn't even know that the Greenmeadows party that Marcel attended was entitled "Lust", which is one of a series of seven parties named after the seven deadly sins. I was shocked at having found out the organizers' preference for their party names. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have vowed to make this an advocacy. We are filing a complaint with the authorities about the matter, not only to seek justice for my son, but to stop this culture of violence and immorality among the youth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have wanted to treat this as privately and as quietly as I can but recent developments have forced me to do otherwise. I came across this blog site which made my stomach turn at seeing how insensitive, frivolous, and unprincipled the authors of this entry and its supporters are. Log on and read for yourselves:http://c24others. multiply. com/journal/ item/40/Read_ this &lt;http://c24others. multiply. com/journal/ item/40/Read_ this&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumors are spreading like wildfire and the ugly misinformation is causing yet another trauma on my son. Some rumors are going around about his being too drunk to have control of himself, thus the molestation. To correct the defamation being spread, and to give these STOYA boys who have a lot of growing up to do a piece of my mind, allow me categorically say that: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My son NEVER molested anyone and we can prove this to the hilt. The bloggers didn't even give him the benefit of the doubt by adding the world "allegedly". They wrote it as if it were a fact. Instead of supporting your fellow Atenean, you are pushing him towards the furnace by spreading this lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My son, who, for one week after the assault, endured nightmares and anxiety attacks over possible retaliatory acts by perceived sympathetic blue blooded members of TGF NEVER squealed on any one to the APSA. He bore his psychological injuries which far outweighed the physical wounds with dignity and bravery. He never even brought up the incident with his football coach who benched him during two crucial games for having missed a week's practice clueless that Marcel was waiting for the contusions on his head to heal. For all I know, he was also possibly avoiding aggressive tussling, inevitable in the sport, which might stir fearsome memories. He felt so down but didn't want his coach to think he was making excuses for his absences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I never complained verbally, or in writing, to APSA regarding what happened to my son knowing that STOYA per se, is not the enemy. I simply wrote a letter of excuse for Marcel's two-day absence while he was recovering from the trauma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I never accused STOYA of harassment when they approached Marcel in an effort to convince me to tell Mr. Dennis Dator of their innocence regarding the mauling. I simply felt that it is futile to make that appointment since I never filed a complaint against them in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) To say that "it can only take ONE person to destroy a party. All he/she needs to do is to tell his/her parents to call up the school, name names and say drugs or what not has been going around" reeks of a distorted sense of values. It's as if parties are the end all and be all of life's existence. Never mind if a person gets hurt...the show must go on! Besides, I never did what they accuse me of doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Do you honestly think that this line "The police can always be ordered to go to a party to end it" is preventive or is it a curative solution to a done disaster which only takes a few minutes to happen? Hunky bouncers and security guards were around when Marcel was beaten up. What good did they do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) From STOYA: "Pucha, everyday people DIE due to far more worse (sic) incidents than mere fist fights and now people start making this such a HUGE deal since it happened to someone close to them?" &lt;br /&gt;Response: What if the blow on Marcel's head were a tad stronger than they were causing brain damage? Would that be big deal enough to warrant your attention? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) From STOYA: "don't call us insensitive and immoral for promoting alcohol under the age of 18. You've never had a shot of vodka or a cold glass of beer? Don't be a hypocrite and lie. It's part of high school" &lt;br /&gt;Response: The law is the law and it was created for a reason, and it is meant to be adhered to, otherwise suffer penalties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) "Also, It's the parents' choice to allow their children to go and do these things so if you have a problem with parties, don't allow your children" &lt;br /&gt;Response: Parents unwittingly allow their children to attend these parties without the knowledge of the imminent dangers that abound in such parties, thus, my cause of letting it be known. No matter how well we try to raise our children, they sometimes make the wrong, stubborn choices and succumb to peer pressure thinking that what is prevalent is "cool", or is acceptable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) STOYA, your entrepreneurial spirit is partly admirable. "Dreams of creating seven parties in 10 months". However, if your ventures are money making, may I ask if you give out receipts to your patrons? Do you pay taxes to the BIR? Maybe this is another angle worth looking at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear STOYA boys and supporters, I hope you broaden your minds a little bit more and see where concerned school authorities and parents are coming from. You, our dear boys are gifts from God entrusted to us for guidance and moulding. Our commitment to our Maker, and to the Giver of life is to lead you back to Him in life eternity. It's true that life is full of risks, that life is well lived if freedom abounds, and that it is important to stand by what we believe in. But as graduating students of a highly reputable Catholic school for which your parents toil hard to make your enrolment possible, I would have hoped that you had loftier beliefs that you would adamantly fight for. Year in, year out, you learn in CLE that free will has its limitations. As minors your care rests on those who are supposedly more ripe in wisdom. If we can shield you from as much pain, suffering and harm as we can, we will do so by all means because that is an expression of LOVE. You may sulk all you want but take it like a man. Like you all said, you will be adults in a few months time anyway. Start acting like one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly, &lt;br /&gt;MRS. CELINE PIEZAS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-1282520448265269671?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/1282520448265269671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=1282520448265269671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/1282520448265269671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/1282520448265269671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2009/02/parents-advocacy-agains-open-parties.html' title='A Parent&apos;s Advocacy Agains OPEN PARTIES'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-6429483493241939438</id><published>2009-02-16T23:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:32:48.823-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feng shui'/><title type='text'>Feng Shui</title><content type='html'>Feng  Shui &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is without a doubt one of the nicest good luck forwards I have received..   Hope it works for you  -- and me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotus  Touts: You have 6 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's  some mighty fine advice in these words, even if  you're not superstitious. This Lotus Touts has  been sent to you for good luck from the Anthony  Robbins organization. It has been sent around  the world ten times so far.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do  not keep this message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  Lotus Touts must leave your hands in 6 MINUTES.  Otherwise you will get a very unpleasant  surprise. This is true, even if you are not  superstitious, agnostic, or otherwise faith  impaired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE.  Give  people more than they expect and do it  cheerfully.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO.  Marry  a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their conversational skills will be as important as any other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE.  Don't  believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR.  When  you say, 'I love you,' mean it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE.  When  you say, 'I'm sorry,' look the person in the  eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX.  Be  engaged at least six months before you get married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN.  Believe  in love at first  sight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT.  Never  laugh at anyone's dreams. People who don't have  dreams don't have much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE.  Love  deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but  it's the only way to live life completely.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN.  In  disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELEVEN.  Don't  judge people by their  relatives.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWELVE.  Talk  slowly but think  quickly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRTEEN!  When  someone asks you a question you don't want to  answer, smile and ask, 'Why do you want to  know?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOURTEEN.  Remember  that great love and great achievements involve great risk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIFTEEN.  Say  'bless you' when you hear someone sneeze.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIXTEEN.  When  you lose, don't lose the lesson.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVENTEEN..  Remember  the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for others; and Responsibility for all your actions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHTEEN.  Don't  let a little dispute injure a great friendship.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINETEEN.  When  you realize you 've made a mistake, take  immediate steps to correct  it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY. Smile when p icking up the phone.  The caller will hear it in your voice  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY-ONE. Spend  some time alone.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,  here's the FUN part! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send this to at  least 5 people and your life will&lt;br /&gt;improve.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-4  people: Your life will improve slightly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-9  people: Your life will improve to your liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9-14  people: You will have at least 5 surprises in the next 3 weeks &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15  and above: Your life will improve drastically  and everything you ever dreamed of will begin to  take shape. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  true friend is someone who reaches for your hand  and touches your  heart.  Do  not keep this  message.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-6429483493241939438?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/6429483493241939438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=6429483493241939438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/6429483493241939438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/6429483493241939438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2009/02/feng-shui.html' title='Feng Shui'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-7183546974936755516</id><published>2009-02-16T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:27:42.608-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purina'/><title type='text'>Dog Food Diet</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Yesterday I was buying 2 large bags of Purina dog chow at Wal-Mart, for my dog. I was about to check out when a woman behind me asked if I had a dog. What did she think, that I had an elephant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I had little else to do, on impulse, I told her that no, I didn't have a dog, and that I was starting the Purina Diet again, although I probably shouldn't because I ended up in the hospital last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side though, I'd lost 50 pounds before I awakened in an intensive care ward with tubes coming out of every hole in my body and IVs in both arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet and that the way that it works is to load your pockets with Purina nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry and that the food is  nutritionally complete so I was going to try it again. (I have to mention here that practically everyone in the line was enthralled with my story by now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrified, she asked if I ended up in intensive care because the dog food had poisoned me. I told her no; I had stopped in the middle of the parking lot to lick my butt and a car hit me. I thought the guy behind her was going to have a heart attack, he was laughing so hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAL-MART won't let me shop there anymore &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-7183546974936755516?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/7183546974936755516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=7183546974936755516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/7183546974936755516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/7183546974936755516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2009/02/dog-food-diet.html' title='Dog Food Diet'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-8077913477848687276</id><published>2008-10-20T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T19:26:50.964-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handwriting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='analysis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hand'/><title type='text'>Handwriting Analysis</title><content type='html'>Get your in: &lt;a href="http://www.linkgalleries.net/link/b7345f07"&gt;http://www.handwritingwizard.com/analysis.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;div&gt;                           &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q22_1094009417.jpeg" alt="" /&gt; Oyen is moderately outgoing. Her emotions are stirred by sympathy and heart rendering stories. In fact, she can be kind, friendly, affectionate and considerate of others. She has the ability to put herself into the other person's shoes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oyen will be somewhat moody, with highs and lows. Sometimes she will be happy, the next day she might be sad. She has the unique ability to get along equally well with what psychology calls introverts and extroverts. This is because she is in between. Psychology calls Oyen an ambivert. She understands the needs of both types. Although they get along, she will not tolerate anyone that is too "far out." She doesn't sway too far one way or the other.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When convincing her to buy a product or an idea, a heart rendering story could mean a great deal to her. She puts herself in the same situation as the person in the story, yet she will not buy anything that seems overly impractical or illogical. Oyen is an expressive person. She outwardly shows her emotions. She may even show traces of tears when hearing a sad story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oyen is a "middle-of-the-roader," politically as well as logically. She weighs both sides of an issue, sits on the fence, and then will decide when she finally has to. She basically doesn't relate to any far out ideas and usually won't go to the extreme on any issue.&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q21_1094009295.jpeg" alt="" /&gt; People that write their letters in an average height and average size are moderate in their ability to interact socially. According to the data input, Oyen doesn't write too large or too small, indicating a balanced ability to be social and interact with others. &lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q23_1094009548.jpeg" alt="" /&gt; Oyen is sensitive to criticism about her ideas and philosophies. She will sometimes worry what people will think if she tells them what she believes in. This doesn't mean she won't talk, or that she feels ashamed. It merely means she is sensitive to what others think, regarding her beliefs.&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q24_1094009778.jpeg" alt="" /&gt; Oyen is secretive. She has secrets which she does not wish to share with others. She intentionally conceals things about herself. She has a private side that she intends to keep that way, especially concerning certain events in her past.&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q20_1094009074.jpeg" alt="" /&gt; Oyen has a desire for attention. People around Oyen will notice this need. She may fulfill this need by a variety of ways depending on her own character.&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q25_1094009924.jpeg" alt="" /&gt; Diplomacy is one of Oyen's best attributes. She has the ability to say what others want to hear. She can have tact with others. She has the ability to state things in such a way as to not offend someone else. Oyen can disagree without being disagreeable.&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q26_1094010047.jpeg" alt="" /&gt; In reference to Oyen's mental abilities, she has a very investigating and creating mind. She investigates projects rapidly because she is curious about many things. She gets involved in many projects that seem good at the beginning, but she soon must slow down and look at all the angles. She probably gets too many things going at once. When Oyen slows down, then she becomes more creative than before. Since it takes time to be creative, she must slow down to do it. She then decides what projects she has time to finish. Thus she finishes at a slower pace than when she started the project.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She has the best of two kinds of minds. One is the quick investigating mind. The other is the creative mind. Her mind thinks quick and rapidly in the investigative mode. She can learn quicker, investigate more, and think faster. Oyen can then switch into her low gear. When she is in the slower mode, she can be creative, remember longer and stack facts in a logical manner. She is more logical this way and can climb mental mountains with a much better grip.&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q27_1094010202.jpeg" alt="" /&gt; Oyen is a practical person whose goals are planned, practical, and down to earth. This is typical of people with normal healthy self-esteem. She needs to visualize the end of a project before she starts. she finds joy in anticipation and planning. Notice that I said she plans everything she is going to do, that doesn't necessarily mean things go as planned. Oyen basically feels good about herself. She has a positive self-esteem which contributes to her success. She feels she has the ability to achieve anything she sets her mind to. However, she sets her goals using practicality-- not too "out of reach". She has enough self-confidence to leave a bad situation, yet, she will not take great risks, as they relate to her goals. A good esteem is one key to a happy life. Although there is room for improvement in the confidence catagery, her self-perception is better than average.&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q28_1094010270.jpeg" alt="" /&gt; Oyen is sarcastic. This is a defense mechanism designed to protect her ego when she feels hurt. She pokes people harder than she gets poked. These sarcastic remarks can be very funny. They can also be harsh, bitter, and caustic at the same time.&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q31_1094010938.jpeg" alt="" /&gt; Oyen has a healthy imagination and displays a fair amount of trust. She lets new people into her circle of friends. She uses her imagination to understand new ideas, things, and people.&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q32_1094011086.jpeg" alt="" /&gt; For a graphologist, the spacing on the page reflects the writer's attitude toward their own world and relationship to things in his or her own space. If the inputted data was correct Oyen has left lots of white space on the left side of the paper. Oyen fills up the rest of the page in a normal fashion. If this is true, then Oyen has a healthy relationship to the past and is ready to move on. The right side of the page represents the future and Oyen is ready and willing to get started living now and planning for the future. Oyen would like to leave the past behind and move on.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-8077913477848687276?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/8077913477848687276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=8077913477848687276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/8077913477848687276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/8077913477848687276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/10/handwriting-analysis.html' title='Handwriting Analysis'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-6435087042734286866</id><published>2008-10-01T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T19:11:52.707-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breast cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john hopkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>Cancer Update from John Hopkins</title><content type='html'>Cancer Update from John Hopkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This information is being circulated at Walter Reed Army Medical Center as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No plastic containers in microwave.&lt;br /&gt;No water bottles in freezer.&lt;br /&gt;No plastic wrap in microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dioxin chemical causes cancer, especially breast cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dioxins are highly poisonous to the cells of our bodies. Don't freeze your plastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottles with water in them as this releases dioxins from the plastic.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, Edward Fujimoto, Wellness Program Manager at Castle Hospital ,&lt;br /&gt;was on a TV program to explain this health hazard.&lt;br /&gt;He talked about dioxins and how bad they are for us.&lt;br /&gt;He said that we should not be heating our food in the Microwave using plastic containers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This especially applies to foods that contain fat.&lt;br /&gt;He said that the combination of fat, high heat, and plastics releases dioxin&lt;br /&gt;Into the food and ultimately into the cells of the body...&lt;br /&gt;Instead, he recommends using glass, such as Corning Ware, Pyrex or ceramic&lt;br /&gt;Containers for heating food... You get the same results, only without the dioxin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So such things as TV dinners, instant ramen and soups, etc.,&lt;br /&gt;Should be removed from the container and heated in something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper isn't bad but you don't know what is in the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just safer to use tempered glass, Corning Ware, etc.&lt;br /&gt;He reminded us that a while ago some of the fast food restaurants moved away&lt;br /&gt;from the foam containers to paper. The dioxin problem is one of the reasons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, he pointed out that plastic wrap, such as Saran, is just as dangerous when&lt;br /&gt;Placed over foods to be cooked in the microwave. As the food is nuked, the high&lt;br /&gt;Heat causes poisonous toxins to actually melt out of the plastic wrap and drip into the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover food with a paper towel instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an article that should be sent to anyone important in your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO -------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottled water in your car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how Sheryl Crow got breast cancer. She was on the Ellen show and said this same exact thing. This has been identified as the most common cause of the high levels in breast cancer, especially in Australia .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend whose mother was recently diagnosed with breast cancer and the Doctor told her: women should not drink bottled water that has been left in a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said that the heat and the plastic of the bottle have certain chemicals that can lead to breast cancer. So please be careful and do not drink bottled water that has been left in a car, and, pass this on to all the women in your life. This information is the kind we need to know and be aware and just might save us! The heat causes toxins from the plastic to leak into the water and they have found these toxins in breast tissue. Use a stainless steel Canteen or a glass bottle when you can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET EVERYONE WHO HAS A WIFE / GIRLFRIEND / DAUGHTER KNOW PLEASE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-6435087042734286866?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/6435087042734286866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=6435087042734286866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/6435087042734286866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/6435087042734286866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/10/cancer-update-from-john-hopkins.html' title='Cancer Update from John Hopkins'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-8646073505366180581</id><published>2008-07-22T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T01:23:51.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filipino in Oprah Winfrey Show</title><content type='html'>PINOY- TOPACIO MAMARIL- IN THE OPRAH WINFREY SHOW&lt;br /&gt;In one of Oprah Winfrey Talk Shows, a survey was conducted among her audience. Since the subject was about ghosts she started asking her audience these survey questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oprah: How many of you have seen a ghost? Please stand up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, about 20 people stood up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oprah: Wow, isn't that really phenomenal? And now for the next question. For you guys standing up - how many of you have actually spoke to a ghost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About five stayed standing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oprah: (At this point, really getting tremendously excited!) Wow, imagine that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people actually spoke to a ghost. And now for the last question, how many of you five guys have actually made love to a ghost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four guys sat down except one, at the last row of seats. The crowd exploded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oprah: May we call the gentleman to come to the stage please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the cameras focused on an aging old man and guess what, a Filipino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oprah: Wow, that was unbelievable: Sir, may we know who you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audience: My name is Topacio Mamaril - my friends and families call me ' Top Gun' for short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oprah: What do you do and where are you from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Gun: I am a retired Navy man from Laoag, Ilocos Norte , Philippines , and presently living in Napa Valley , California and I'm a farmer by trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oprah: Interesting! So, you really made love to a ghost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Gun: Huh????...(adjusting his hearing aid) What ghost? Are you asking about ghost? I thought I heard you said goats!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the whole audience in the studio exploded in thunderous laughter !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For laughing out loud!! Another Filipino getting internationally famous &amp;amp; acclamation !!! WOW !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-8646073505366180581?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/8646073505366180581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=8646073505366180581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/8646073505366180581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/8646073505366180581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/filipino-in-oprah-winfrey-show.html' title='Filipino in Oprah Winfrey Show'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-350852412323674284</id><published>2008-07-15T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T17:24:08.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>How guys like it</title><content type='html'>You might agree with it, but when it actually happens 96% of girls don't realize it 'til it is too late and that guy who did it is so frustrated that he has moved on to someone who will take notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a guys point of view:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't care if you talk to other guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't care if you're friends with other guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't care if a guy calls you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can't wait till the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, when we tell you you're pretty/beautiful/gorgeous/cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell us we're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll stop trying to convince you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One the sexiest thing about a girl is confidence. Yeah, you can quote me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be mad when we hold the door open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Advantage of the mood im in. Let us pay for you! dont "feel bad" about it We enjoy doing it. It's expected. Smile and say "thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss us when no one's watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you kiss us when you know somebody's looking, we'll be more impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to get dressed up for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we're going out with you in the first place, you don't have to feel the need&lt;br /&gt;to wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like you for who you are and not what you are. honestly, i think a girl looks more&lt;br /&gt;beautiful when she's just in her pj's. or my tshirt and boxers, not all dolled up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take everything we say seriously. Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get angry easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop using magazines/media as your bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't talk about how hot Morris Chesnutt, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney is in front of us. It's boring, and we don't care. You have girlfriends for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to the word "handsome"/"beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, I cannot stress this enough: if you aren't being treated right by a guy, don't wait for him to change. ditch his sorry,disgrace to the male population ass and find someone who will treat you with utter respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will honor your morals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel, or what you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will stop what they're doing just to look you in the eyes....and say&lt;br /&gt;"i love you" ..and actually mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give the nice guys a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Guy who isn't a jerk will agree with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips for the less experienced:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Holding Hands&lt;br /&gt;Girls: If you want to hold his hand, gently bump into it a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Grab it if it happens more than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cuddling&lt;br /&gt;Girls : When you want to cuddle with him, tell him you're cold&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Automatically move closer to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Movies&lt;br /&gt;Girls : During a movie, if he puts his arm around you, tilt your head on his shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Lift her chin up and kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Loving each other&lt;br /&gt;Guys : When she tells you she loves you, look deep into her eyes, give her a peck&lt;br /&gt;on the lips, and tell her you love her too... And mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Laying below the stars&lt;br /&gt;Girls : When you're both laying under the stars, put your head on his chest and close your eyes as you listen to his steady heart beat.&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Whisper in her ear and link your hands with hers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-350852412323674284?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/350852412323674284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=350852412323674284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/350852412323674284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/350852412323674284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-guys-like-it.html' title='How guys like it'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-1685303565475487099</id><published>2008-07-09T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T18:42:28.807-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vocabulary'/><title type='text'>Pinoy Vocabulary Part II</title><content type='html'>Contemplate - not enough pinggan&lt;br /&gt;Punctuation - pera para maka-enrol&lt;br /&gt;Ice Buko - Is my hair ok?&lt;br /&gt;Tenacious - Footwear for tennis&lt;br /&gt;Calculator - Tawagan kita mamaya&lt;br /&gt;Devastation - Dun sasakay ng bus&lt;br /&gt;Protestant - Tindahan ng prutas&lt;br /&gt;Masturbation - Malawakang gutom&lt;br /&gt;Statue - Ikaw ba yan?&lt;br /&gt;Predicate - Pakawalan mo ang pusa&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated - pinatay ang pusa&lt;br /&gt;Aspect - Pantusok o pandurog ng yelo&lt;br /&gt;Deduct - Ang pato&lt;br /&gt;Defeat - Ang paa (ng pato?)&lt;br /&gt;Detail - Ang buntot (ng pato?)&lt;br /&gt;Deposit - Gripo (Call DIPLOMA if DEPOSIT is leaking)&lt;br /&gt;City - Bago mag-utso; A number to follow 6&lt;br /&gt;Cattle - Doon nakatila ang Hali at Leyna&lt;br /&gt;Persuading - Unang Kasal&lt;br /&gt;Depress - Ang nagkasal sa PERSUADING&lt;br /&gt;Defense - Ginamit ng mga pangsulat sa kontrata sa PERSUADING&lt;br /&gt;Evacuate - Ebak muna ako, you wait!&lt;br /&gt;It depends - Kainin mo ang bakod&lt;br /&gt;Shampoo - Bago mag-labing-isa (11)&lt;br /&gt;Delusion - Maluwang (kapag maluwang ang damit, eh DELUSION)&lt;br /&gt;Delivery - Walang bayad. Kapag working lunch, eh DELIVERY na&lt;br /&gt;ang tanghalian&lt;br /&gt;Profit - Messenger of God&lt;br /&gt;profit - patunayan mo&lt;br /&gt;Balance Sheet - What comes out after eating a balance diet&lt;br /&gt;backlog - bacon saka egg&lt;br /&gt;beehive - magpakatino ka&lt;br /&gt;cdrom - tingnan mo ang kwarto&lt;br /&gt;debug - ang ipis&lt;br /&gt;defrag - ang palaka&lt;br /&gt;defense - ang bakod&lt;br /&gt;defer - ang balahibo&lt;br /&gt;deflate - ang plato&lt;br /&gt;detest - ang eksamin&lt;br /&gt;devalue - 'yon ang susunod sa letrang 'V'&lt;br /&gt;devote - ang boto&lt;br /&gt;dilemma - brownout! , a!&lt;br /&gt;effort - 'dun nagla-land ang efflane&lt;br /&gt;forums - apat na kwarto&lt;br /&gt;july - nagsinungaling ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;thesis - ito ay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-1685303565475487099?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/1685303565475487099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=1685303565475487099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/1685303565475487099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/1685303565475487099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/pinoy-vocabulary-part-ii.html' title='Pinoy Vocabulary Part II'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-531782120932231056</id><published>2008-07-09T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T18:40:10.151-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filipino'/><title type='text'>Pinoy Vocabulary Part I</title><content type='html'>KUNTIL - sobrang balat sa tenga&lt;br /&gt;SMAKATUM - dumi sa tenga&lt;br /&gt;SPRIKITIK - libag na naipon sa relo&lt;br /&gt;KUYUKOT - tumbong&lt;br /&gt;ASOGUE - buhok sa kili-kili&lt;br /&gt;JABONGGA - sex&lt;br /&gt;MULMUL - buhok sa gitna ng isang nunal&lt;br /&gt;BAKTOL - ikatlong lebel ng mabahong amoy sa kili-kili&lt;br /&gt;BARNAKOL - maitim na libag sa batok na naipon ng matagal na panahon&lt;br /&gt;KABOODLE - kulangot&lt;br /&gt;TUKNENENG - boiled quail eggs and fried with orange flour&lt;br /&gt;KWEK KWEK - bigger version ng tukneneng&lt;br /&gt;WENEKLEK - buhok sa utong&lt;br /&gt;KALAMANTUTAY - mabahong pangalan&lt;br /&gt;TONENG - sex&lt;br /&gt;BAKTUNG - bakat utong&lt;br /&gt;BAKTI - bakat panty&lt;br /&gt;NGOTNGOT - spiral cord sa phone&lt;br /&gt;PAKAPLOG - pinoy breakfast: pandesal, kape, itlog&lt;br /&gt;TARUGO - maitim na ari&lt;br /&gt;APIPAK - 2-4 na buhok na matatagpuan sa ibabaw ng hinlalaking&lt;br /&gt;daliri sa paa&lt;br /&gt;BUTUYTUY - pagkalalaki ng isang bata&lt;br /&gt;TANGBURUROT - pururot na tae&lt;br /&gt;PASAS - utong ng lola&lt;br /&gt;KUKURIKAPU - libag sa ilalim ng boobs&lt;br /&gt;URMOT - matubig na tae&lt;br /&gt;TRIPOKTIK - huling droplets ng ihi&lt;br /&gt;PUYUKOT - maliliit / mabibilog na piraso ng tae&lt;br /&gt;TUBOL - malalaking piraso ng tae&lt;br /&gt;BURNIK - taeng sumabit sa buhok ng pwet&lt;br /&gt;BURIS - matubig na tae / parang gripo ang pwet&lt;br /&gt;BULTOKATSI - tubig na tumatalsik sa pwet kapag nalaglag ang isang&lt;br /&gt;malaking ebak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-531782120932231056?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/531782120932231056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=531782120932231056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/531782120932231056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/531782120932231056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/pinoy-vocabulary-part-i.html' title='Pinoy Vocabulary Part I'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-9134476216166741473</id><published>2008-07-08T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:31:08.116-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bloopers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><title type='text'>Recruitment Bloopers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you know about the call center Industry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applicant: The call ctr. industry is booming out, side by side, somewhere else. (Huuuwhaaat?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applicant: The call center is a booming industry for the past few days and I want to become part of that boom! (sumabog ka sana!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applicant: It's easy to be a call center, just looks arounds you, that why i want to become a call&lt;br /&gt;center! (building ito!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of nowhere:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applicant: Oh im sorry, i sit corrected. (oo nga naman, nakaupo sha eh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applicant: Im afraid to dead. I feel that im not ready to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applicant: I usually play PS2 at night when there is no loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recruiter: You look familiar. I think i already spoke to you before? Do you remember when you were last here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applicant: I think months from now. (psychic ito!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recruiter: Why do you want to work in a call center?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applicant: From Manila Bulletin. (ang gulo... i drug test nyo na to')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recruiter: Ah okay, but my question is, why do you want to work here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applicant: Well, I graduated from CEU with a course of blahblah..... (out...out...out....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applicant: I'm a work alcoholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applicant: I'm the eldest and the only child in our family. (arrrgggghhh...ADIK KA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applicant: I'm a hardworking...(yes..please continue...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-9134476216166741473?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/9134476216166741473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=9134476216166741473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/9134476216166741473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/9134476216166741473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/recruitment-bloopers.html' title='Recruitment Bloopers'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-5650974215618980154</id><published>2008-07-08T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:27:00.830-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hallmark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><title type='text'>Hallmark Cards</title><content type='html'>1. I always wanted to have someone to hold, someone to love. And now that you've come into my life...&lt;br /&gt;(Inside card) - I've changed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I must admit, you brought religion into my life...&lt;br /&gt;(Inside card) - I never believed in Hell until I met you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. As the days go by, I think how lucky I am....&lt;br /&gt;(Inside card) - That you're not here to ruin it for me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Congratulations on your promotion. Before you go....&lt;br /&gt;(Inside card) - Will you take the knife from my back? You'll probably need it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Happy Birthday! You look great for your age....&lt;br /&gt;(Inside card) - Almost lifelike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When we were together, you said you'd die for me...&lt;br /&gt;(Inside card) - Now we've broken up, I think it's time to keep your promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Congratulations on your new bundle of joy....&lt;br /&gt;(Inside card) - Did you ever find out who the father was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You are such a good friend. If we were on a sinking ship and there was only one life jacket...&lt;br /&gt;(Inside card) - I'd miss you terribly and think of you often .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Your friends and I wanted to do something special for your birthday...&lt;br /&gt;(Inside card) - So we're having you put to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Looking back over the years that we have been together, I can't help but wonder.....&lt;br /&gt;(Inside card) - What the hell was I thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I'm so miserable without you...&lt;br /&gt;(Inside card) - It's almost like you're still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Thank you for being part of my life.....&lt;br /&gt;(Inside card) - I never knew what evil was until I met you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Congratulations on your wedding day!...&lt;br /&gt;(Inside card) - Too bad no one likes your husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. How can I say this....&lt;br /&gt;(Inside card) - Your cooking kills me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Hooray.....&lt;br /&gt;(Inside card) - You're divorced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I just want you to know that I'm sorry for what happened...&lt;br /&gt;(Inside card) - Especially since you survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 7. Congrats on getting married...&lt;br /&gt;(Inside card) - It's not everyday you decide to ruin your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Someday I hope to marry...&lt;br /&gt;(inside card) - Someone other than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. We have been friends for a very long time...&lt;br /&gt;(inside card) - What do you say we stop?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-5650974215618980154?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/5650974215618980154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=5650974215618980154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/5650974215618980154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/5650974215618980154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/hallmark-cards.html' title='Hallmark Cards'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-46899026001218179</id><published>2008-07-08T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:20:26.127-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green joke'/><title type='text'>The Magical Saliva of Agaf</title><content type='html'>One day a boy named Agaf was incredibly horny. He loved the queen. Just one suck of those huge firm tits would make him happy for life. He went to the village elder (wise man) to find out how to cure his quarms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I need to suck the queens breasts," Agaf said. "How much are you paying?" the elder asked. "Nothing is free!" "A million pounds," Agaf lied. He was going to get the suck and then not pay becase once he had the suck nothing else mattered. "OK."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the elder sneaked into the castle and poured some itching powder into the queens bra. The itch would last two whole days. When the queen put on her bra a horrible itch ran around her&lt;br /&gt;breasts. She was screaming all through the night. The pain was absurd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning the king had had enough of the screaming so the king asked the elder for help, as you do! Everything was going to plan so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Elder," the king said. "My wife is in immense pain because she has got a pain in her breasts." "I know what to do!" the elder said. "Go to the hut of Agaf. He is the only one wth the magical saliva to cure the itch. You will have to let him suck your wifs breasts for ten minutes and tommorow it will have gone." The king wasn't happy about this but he agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Agaf was called up and he sucked them for ten minutes flat, and the itch stopped that night because it only lasted for two days anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then the elder called in Agaf and said, "You got your wish. Now pay me!" "No chance wanker!" Agaf said and walked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the elder thought long and hard for a punishment, something that would be bad for Agaf. He thought and thought, until he got it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That very night, he sneaked back to the castle and poured the remaining powder in the King's underwear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-46899026001218179?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/46899026001218179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=46899026001218179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/46899026001218179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/46899026001218179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/magical-saliva-of-agaf.html' title='The Magical Saliva of Agaf'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-8821789235805203044</id><published>2008-07-08T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:25:04.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Women's quotes</title><content type='html'>Behind every successful woman is herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman is like a tea bag...&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how strong she is until you put her in hot water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to hear a man ask for advice on how to combine marriage and a career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee, chocolate, men.&lt;br /&gt;Some things are just better rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: I have an attitude and I know how to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I don't look busy...&lt;br /&gt;I did it right the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want breakfast in bed,&lt;br /&gt;sleep in the kitchen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-8821789235805203044?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/8821789235805203044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=8821789235805203044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/8821789235805203044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/8821789235805203044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/womens-quotes.html' title='Women&apos;s quotes'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-5078186779257263476</id><published>2008-07-08T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:22:19.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Words women use</title><content type='html'>Words Women Use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Five Minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she is getting dressed, this is half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given 5 more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the calm before the storm. This means "something" and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with "nothing" usually end in "fine".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go Ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a dare, not permission, DON'T DO IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loud Sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although not actually a word, the loud sigh is often misunderstood by men. A "Loud Sigh" means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you over "Nothing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's Okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the most dangerous statements that woman can make to a man. "That's Okay" means that she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the least used of all words in the female vocabulary. If a woman is thanking you. Do not question it, just say you're welcome and back out of the room slowly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-5078186779257263476?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/5078186779257263476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=5078186779257263476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/5078186779257263476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/5078186779257263476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/words-women-use.html' title='Words women use'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-2890094425901657476</id><published>2008-07-08T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:19:06.195-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dr. phil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='score'/><title type='text'>Dr. Phil's Test</title><content type='html'>Below is DR Phil's test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Phil scored 55; he did this test on Oprah-she got a 38.) Some folks pay a lot of money to find this stuff out. Read on, this is very interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be overly sensitive! The following is pretty accurate and it only takes 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this test for yourself and send it to your friends. Answers are for who you are now...... not who you were in the past. Have pen or pencil and paper ready. This is a real test given by the Human Relations Dept. at many of the major corporations today. It helps them get better insight concerning their employees and prospective employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only 10 simple questions, so..... grab a pencil and paper, keeping track of your letter answers to each question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When do you feel your best?&lt;br /&gt;a) in the morning&lt;br /&gt;b) during the afternoon &amp;amp;and early evening&lt;br /&gt;c) late at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You usually walk...&lt;br /&gt;a) fairly fast, with long steps&lt;br /&gt;b) fairly fast, with little steps&lt;br /&gt;c) less fast head up, looking the world in the face&lt;br /&gt;d) less fast, head down&lt;br /&gt;e) very slowly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When talking to people you..&lt;br /&gt;a) stand with your arms folded&lt;br /&gt;b) have your hands clasped&lt;br /&gt;c) have one or both your hands on your hips&lt;br /&gt;d) touch or push the person to whom you are talking&lt;br /&gt;e) play with your ear, touch your chin, or smooth your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When relaxing, you sit with..&lt;br /&gt;a) your knees bent with your legs neatly side by side&lt;br /&gt;b) your legs crossed&lt;br /&gt;c) your legs stretched out or straight&lt;br /&gt;d) one leg curled under you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When something really amuses you, you react with...&lt;br /&gt;a) big appreciated laugh&lt;br /&gt;b) a laugh, but not a loud one&lt;br /&gt;c) a quiet chuckle&lt;br /&gt;d) a sheepish smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When you go to a party or social gathering you...&lt;br /&gt;a) make a loud entrance so everyone notices you&lt;br /&gt;b) make a quiet entrance, looking around for someone you know&lt;br /&gt;c) make the quietest entrance, trying to stay unnoticed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You're working very hard, concentrating hard, and you're interrupted......&lt;br /&gt;a) welcome the break&lt;br /&gt;b) feel extremely irritated&lt;br /&gt;c) vary between these two extremes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Which of the following colors do you like most?&lt;br /&gt;a) Red or orange&lt;br /&gt;b) black&lt;br /&gt;c) yellow or light blue&lt;br /&gt;d) green&lt;br /&gt;e) dark blue or purple&lt;br /&gt;f) white&lt;br /&gt;g) brown or gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When you are in bed at night, in those last few moments before going to sleep you are....&lt;br /&gt;a) stretched out on your back&lt;br /&gt;b) stretched out face down on your stomach&lt;br /&gt;c) on your side, slightly curled&lt;br /&gt;d) with your head on one arm&lt;br /&gt;e) with your head under the covers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You often dream that you are...&lt;br /&gt;a) falling&lt;br /&gt;b) fighting or struggling&lt;br /&gt;c) searching for something or somebody&lt;br /&gt;d) flying or floating&lt;br /&gt;e) you usually have dreamless sleep&lt;br /&gt;f) your dreams are always pleasant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POINTS:&lt;br /&gt;1. (a) 2 (b) 4 (c) 6&lt;br /&gt;2 . (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 7 (d) 2 (e) 1&lt;br /&gt;3. (a) 4 (b) 2 (c) 5 (d) 7 (e) 6&lt;br /&gt;4. (a) 4 (b) 6 (c) 2 (d) 1&lt;br /&gt;5. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 3 (d) 5 (e) 2&lt;br /&gt;6. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 2&lt;br /&gt;7. (a) 6 (b) 2 (c) 4&lt;br /&gt;8. (a) 6 (b) 7 (c) 5 (d) 4 (e) 3 (f) 2 (g) 1&lt;br /&gt;9. (a) 7 (b) 6 (c) 4 (d) 2 (e) 1&lt;br /&gt;10. (a) 4 (b) 2 (c) 3 (d) 5 (e) 6 (f) 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now add up the total number of points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; OVER 60 POINTS: Others see you as someone they should "handle with care." You're seen as vain, self-centered, and who is extremely dominant. Others may admire you, wishing they could be more like you, but don't always trust you, hesitating to become too deeply involved with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51 TO 60 POINTS: Others see you as an exciting, highly volatile, rather impulsive personality; a natural leader, who's quick to make decisions, though not always the right ones. They see you as bold and adventuresome, someone who will try anything once; someone who takes chances and enjoys an adventure. They enjoy being in your company because of the excitement you radiate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41 TO 50 POINTS: Others see you as fresh, lively, charming, amusing, practical, and always interesting; someone who's constantly in the center of attention, but sufficiently well-balanced not to let it go to their head. They also see you as kind, considerate, and understanding; someone who'll always cheer them up and help them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 TO 40 POINTS: Others see you as sensible, cautious, careful &amp;amp; practical. They see you as clever, gifted, or talented, but modest. Not a person who makes friends too quickly or easily, but someone who's extremely loyal to friends you do make and who expect the same loyalty in return. Those who really get to know you realize it takes a lot to shake your trust in your friends, but equally that it takes you a long time to get over if that trust is ever broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 TO 30 POINTS: Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy. They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder. It would really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment, expecting you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then, usually decide against it. They think this reaction is caused partly by your careful nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNDER 21 POINTS: People think you are shy, nervous, and indecisive, someone who needs looking after, who always wants someone else to make the decisions &amp;amp; who doesn't want to get involved with anyone or anything! They see you as a worrier who always sees problems that don't exist. Some people think you're boring. Only those who know you well know that you aren't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-2890094425901657476?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/2890094425901657476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=2890094425901657476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/2890094425901657476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/2890094425901657476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/dr-phils-test.html' title='Dr. Phil&apos;s Test'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-5994079295999408855</id><published>2008-07-08T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:06:14.624-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trivia'/><title type='text'>Odd Trivias</title><content type='html'>1. Look at your zipper. See the initials YKK? It stands for Yoshida Kogyo Kabushibibaisha, the world's largest zipper manufacturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A raisin dropped in a glass of fresh champagne will bounce up and down continuously from the bottom of the glass to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A duck's quack doesn't echo. No one knows why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 40 percent of McDonald's profits come from the sales of Happy Meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 315 entries in Webster's 1996 Dictionary were misspelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. On the average, 12 newborns will be given to the wrong parents daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Chocolate kills dogs! True, chocolate affects a dog's heart and nervous system. A few ounces is enough to kill a small sized dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Most lipstick contains fish scales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Ketchup was sold in the 1830's as a medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Leonardo da Vinci could write with one hand and draw with the other at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Because metal was scarce, the Oscars given out during World War II were made of wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. There are no clocks in Las Vegas gambling casinos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Leonardo da Vinci invented scissors. Also, it took him 10 years to paint Mona Lisa's lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Bruce Lee was so fast that they actually had to slow a film down so you could see his moves. That's the opposite of the  norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The original name for the butterfly was "flutterby"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. By raising your legs slowly and lying on your back, you can't sink in quicksand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Mosquito repellents don't repel. They hide you. The spray blocks the mosquito's sensors so they don't know you're there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Dentists recommend that a toothbrush be kept at least six feet away from a toilet to avoid airborne particles resulting from the flush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. The first product to have a bar code was Wrigley's gum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. The first owner of the Marlboro company died of lung cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Michael Jordan makes more money from Nike annually than all of the Nike factory workers in Malaysia combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Marilyn Monroe had six toes on one foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Adolf Hitler's mother seriously considered having an abortion but was talked out of it by her doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. The three most valuable brand names on earth: Marlboro, Coca-Cola, and Budweiser, in that order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. "Stewardesses" is the longest word that can be typed with only the left hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. To escape the grip of a crocodile's jaws, prick your fingers into its eyeballs. It will let you go instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. A mathematical wonder: 111,111,111 multiplied by 111,111,111 gives the result 12, 345, 678, 987,654,321.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. The most common name in the world is Mohammed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. The average person falls asleep in seven minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. The "pound" (#) key on your keyboard is called an octothorp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. The only domestic animal not mentioned in the Bible is the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Rubber bands last longer when refrigerated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. The average person's left hand does 56% of the typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. "Dreamt" is the only word in the English language that ends in "mt".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. It's impossible to sneeze with your eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. In Chinese, the KFC slogan "finger lickin' good" comes out as "eat your fingers off".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. A cockroach can live for 10 days without a head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. European women didn't wear underwear until the 1900's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. We shed 40 pounds of skin a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Yo-Yos were once used as weapons in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Coca-Cola can be used as car oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Mexico City sinks abut 10 inches a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Brains are more active sleeping than watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Blue is the favorite color of 80 percent of Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. When a person shakes their head from side to side, he is saying"yes" in Sri Lanka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. There are more chickens than people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. It's against the law in Iceland to have a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. The thumbnail grows the slowest, and the middle nail grows the fastest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. The only word in the English Language with all vowels in reverse order is "subcontinental".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. There are more telephones than people in Washington, D.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Beethoven poured ice water over his head before he composed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. In Pakistan, it's rude to show your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. 90% of those read till this line are very free.... are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-5994079295999408855?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/5994079295999408855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=5994079295999408855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/5994079295999408855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/5994079295999408855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/odd-trivias.html' title='Odd Trivias'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-6751247999939509509</id><published>2008-07-08T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:02:59.120-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>The Rain</title><content type='html'>One rainy afternoon I was driving along one of the main streets of town, taking those extra precautions necessary when the roads are wet and slick. Suddenly, my daughter, Glorie, spoke up from her relaxed position in her seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dad, I'm thinking of something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This announcement usually meant she had been pondering some fact for a while, and was now ready to expound all that her six-year-old mind had discovered. I was eager to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you thinking?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The rain!" she began, "is like sin, and the windshield wipers are like God wiping our sins away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the chill bumps raced up my arms I was able to respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's really good, Glorie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my curiosity broke in. How far would this little girl take this revelation? So I asked... "Do you notice how the rain keeps on coming? What does that tell you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glorie didn't hesitate one moment with her answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We keep on sinning, and God just keeps on forgiving us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember this whenever I turn my wipers on. In order to see the Rainbow, you must first endure some Rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-6751247999939509509?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/6751247999939509509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=6751247999939509509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/6751247999939509509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/6751247999939509509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/rain.html' title='The Rain'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-3110497637716977260</id><published>2008-07-08T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:59:23.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filipino humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='itay'/><title type='text'>Si Inay at Si Itay</title><content type='html'>This is in Tagalog (Filipino), have your friends translate it for you :D I was planning to translate everything but the humor gets lost in translation :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hinding-hindi ko makakalimutan ang mga mumunti ngunit ginintuang butil na payo na natutuhan ko sa aking mga magulang noong ako ay bata pa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Si Inay, tinuruan niya ako HOW TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE.&lt;br /&gt;"Kung kayong dalawa ay magpapatayan, doon kayo sa labas! Mga leche kayo, kalilinis ko lang ng bahay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Natuto ako ng RELIGION kay Itay.&lt;br /&gt;"Kapag yang mantsa di natanggal sa carpet, magdasal ka na!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Kay Inay ako natuto ng LOGIC.&lt;br /&gt;"Kaya ganyan, dahil sinabi ko."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. At kay Inay pa rin ako natuto MORE LOGIC.&lt;br /&gt;"Kapag ikaw ay nalaglag diyan sa bubong, ako lang mag-isa ang manonood ng sine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Si Itay ang nagpaliwanag sa akin kung anong ibig sabihin ng STAMINA.&lt;br /&gt;"Wag kang tatayo diyan hangga't di mo nauubos lahat ng pagkain mo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. At si Inay ang nagturo sa amin kung ano ang WEATHER.&lt;br /&gt;"Lintek talaga kayo, ano ba itong kuwarto nyong magkapatid, parang dinaanan ng bagyo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Ganito ang paliwanag sa akin ni Inay tungkol sa CIRCLE OF LIFE:&lt;br /&gt;"Malandi kang bata ka, iniluwal kita sa mundong ito, maari rin kitang alisin sa mundong ito."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Kay Itay ako natuto kung ano ang BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION.&lt;br /&gt;"Tumigil ka nga diyan! Huwag kang mag-inarte na parang Nanay mo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Si Inay naman ang nagturo kung anong ibig sabihin ng GENETICS.&lt;br /&gt;"Nagmana ka ngang talaga sa ama mong walanghiya!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Si Inay naman ang nagpaliwanag sa amin kung anong ibig sabihin ng ENVY.&lt;br /&gt;"Maraming mga batang ulila sa magulang, di ba kayo nagpapasalamat at mayroon kayong&lt;br /&gt;magulang na tulad namin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Si Itay naman ang nagturo sa akin ng ANTICIPATION.&lt;br /&gt;"Sige kang bata ka, hintayin mong makarating tayo sa bahay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. At si Itay pa rin ang nagturo kay Kuya kung anong ibig sabihin ng RECEIVING.&lt;br /&gt;"Uupakan kita pagdating natin sa bahay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Si Inay naman ang nagturo sa akin kung ano ang HUMOR.&lt;br /&gt;"Kapag naputol yang mga paa mo ng pinaglalaruan mong lawnmower, wag na wag kang tatakbo&lt;br /&gt;sa akin at lulumpuhin kita!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. At ang pinakamahalaga sa lahat, natutunan ko kina Inay at Itay kung ano ang JUSTICE.&lt;br /&gt;"Isang araw magkakaroon ka rin ng anak, tiyak magiging katulad mo at magiging sakit din&lt;br /&gt;sa ulo!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-3110497637716977260?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/3110497637716977260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=3110497637716977260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/3110497637716977260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/3110497637716977260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/si-inay-at-si-itay.html' title='Si Inay at Si Itay'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-857930632269209776</id><published>2008-07-08T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:54:23.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filipino'/><title type='text'>Filipinism 101</title><content type='html'>These are the words that are so unique and loaded in meaning that they will never find a direct translation in the English language. Forget traditional dictionaries. Keep this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Achuchu (A-chu-chu). This refers to the pointless insincerities being said during long, involved conversations about nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ano (A-noh) The all-around, all-purpose word for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Pronoun in interrogation: Ano? (What)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) Noun: Where is your ano? (Where is your father/mother/dead-uncle's-second-cousin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) Verb: Anuhin this. (Paint/kill/maim/castrate this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) Adjective: This is so ano. (This is so pretty/big/astounding.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) Interjection: Ano! (What the hell!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) Substitute for genitalia: Did you ano your ano?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The use of ano is quite dangerous for the untrained ear, and must be put into the proper setting. "Honey, the ano is too long, we have to cut it," must be accompanied by the proper understanding of the context, as results may be critical to a couple's future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Booba (boo-bah). A female blessed with larger than usual mammary glands, which can be used as weapons of mass destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Checheboreche (Che-che-boh-re-che) Same as achuchu. It is interesting to ponder on the reason why there are so many words in the Filipino language that beautifully describe meaningless chatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Epal (Eh-pal). An individual who believes he is God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Gigil (gee-gil). An uncontrollable desire to bite something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Hipon (Hee-pon). Literally "shrimp," whose body is eaten while its head is thrown away, this refers to a female whose body is to die for and whose face looks like it belongs to the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Kikay (kee-kay). Refers to individuals who carry a brush, hand wash, moisturizer, lip-gloss and various other facial enhancements in a case (aptly called a kikay kit) inside her bag. Recent inspections of various backpacks have led to the conclusion it is not a purely female trait. This breed cannot resist checking themselves out on mirrors, glass windows, bread knives, sidewalk puddles and plastic-covered notebooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Kaekekan (Ka-ek-e-kahn) Same as achuchu and chechebureche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Kilig (keel-leg). A rush of excitement due to the actions, presence or even mention of he whom you see as the future father of your children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Laglag-brip (lag-lag-brip). The female counterpart of laglag-panti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Laglag-panti (lag-lag-pan-tee). A man so incredibly hot, so heart-stoppingly gorgeous and oozing with masculinity that female underwear (whether worn by males or females) falls to the ground without effort whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Indyanero (In-jan-neh-ro). An individual who fails to appear at an appointment without prior warning. Not to be confused with individuals who appear according to Filipino time (approximately 10 minutes before the meeting is to end)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Japorms (Jah-porms). Describes an individual dressed differently from the usual (typically involves clothes that have been laundered and pant legs of roughly the same length).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Lagot (Lah-got) A prophesy of evil things to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Para (Pah-rah). A term that informs the driver of a jeep to stop and pause (usually in the middle of the road) as the individual speaking intends to leave the vehicle. Dangerous for individuals as drivers seem to believe having one foot in the air is all that is necessary for descent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Takusa (Ta-kuh-sa). Derived from takot sa asawa (afraid of wife), this is a term used to describe the silent (very silent) minority of males married to feminine reincarnations of Hitler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Torpe (tore-peh). A gentleman who is desperately attracted to a female yet by some strange compulsion is reduced to a frozen mound of stuttering male whenever that female is near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armed with this list and a smile, you will be sure to make the proper impression not just on your new relations, but on your loved one as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's practice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, when I first saw you, I made laglag brip, and was almost torpe. When I finally got the nerve to date you, I almost became indyanero, because I didn't think I had the right japorms. When you're around, I'm kilig, when you're not, I get gigil. You may think all this is achuchu, kaekekan, just chechecoreche, but in truth, my love, I'm so ano with you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-857930632269209776?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/857930632269209776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=857930632269209776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/857930632269209776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/857930632269209776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/filipinism-101.html' title='Filipinism 101'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-1016468889560165649</id><published>2008-07-08T21:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:49:55.932-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discovery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discoveries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><title type='text'>Recent discoveries</title><content type='html'>After digging to a depth of 100 meters last year, Russian scientists found traces of copper wire dating back 1000 years, and came to the conclusion that their ancestors already had a telephone network one thousand years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, not to be outdone, in the weeks that followed, American scientists dug 200 meters and headlines in the US papers read: "US scientists have found traces of 2000 year old optical fibers, and have concluded that their ancestors already had advanced high-tech digital telephone 1000 years earlier than the Russians".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week later, a Filipino newspaper reported the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After digging as deep as 500 meters, Filipino scientists have found absolutely nothing. They have concluded that 5000 years ago, their ancestors were already using wireless technology".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-1016468889560165649?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/1016468889560165649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=1016468889560165649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/1016468889560165649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/1016468889560165649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/recent-discoveries.html' title='Recent discoveries'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-3719943138089744676</id><published>2008-07-08T21:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:46:59.431-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ESL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>Please follow instructions</title><content type='html'>Some examples of why the human race has probably evolved as far as possible. These are actual instruction labels on consumer goods...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sears hairdryer:&lt;br /&gt;Do not use while sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;(Gee, that's the only time I have to work on my hair!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a bag of Fritos:&lt;br /&gt;You could be a winner! No purchase necessary. Details inside.&lt;br /&gt;(The shoplifter special!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a bar of Dial soap:&lt;br /&gt;Directions: Use like regular soap.&lt;br /&gt;(and that would be how?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On some Swann frozen dinners:&lt;br /&gt;Serving suggestion: Defrost.&lt;br /&gt;(But it's 'just' a suggestion!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tesco's Tiramisu dessert: (printed on bottom of the box)&lt;br /&gt;Do not turn upside down.&lt;br /&gt;(Too late! you lose!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Marks &amp;amp; Spencer Bread Pudding:&lt;br /&gt;Product will be hot after heating.&lt;br /&gt;(Are you sure? Let's experiment.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On packaging for a Rowenta iron:&lt;br /&gt;Do not iron clothes on body.&lt;br /&gt;(But wouldn't that save more time?)(Whose body?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Boot's Children's cough medicine:&lt;br /&gt;Do not drive car or operate machinery.&lt;br /&gt;(We could do a lot to reduce the construction accidents if we just kept those 5 year olds off those fork lifts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Nytol sleep aid:&lt;br /&gt;Warning: may cause drowsiness.&lt;br /&gt;(One would hope!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Korean kitchen knife:&lt;br /&gt;Warning: keep out of children.&lt;br /&gt;(hmm...something must have gotten lost in the translation...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a string of Christmas lights:&lt;br /&gt;For indoor or outdoor use only.&lt;br /&gt;(As opposed to use in outer space.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a food processor:&lt;br /&gt;Not to be used for the other use.&lt;br /&gt;(Now I'm curious.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sainsbury's peanuts:&lt;br /&gt;Warning: contains nuts.&lt;br /&gt;(but no peas?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an American Airlines packet of nuts:&lt;br /&gt;Instructions: open packet, eat nuts.&lt;br /&gt;(somebody got paid big bucks to write this one...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Swedish chainsaw:&lt;br /&gt;Do not attempt to stop chain with your hands.&lt;br /&gt;(Raise your hand if you've tried this...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a child's Superman costume:&lt;br /&gt;Wearing of this garment does not enable you to fly.&lt;br /&gt;(Oh go ahead! That's right, destroy a universal childhood belief.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-3719943138089744676?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/3719943138089744676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=3719943138089744676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/3719943138089744676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/3719943138089744676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/please-follow-instructions.html' title='Please follow instructions'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-93512416415901756</id><published>2008-07-08T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:43:50.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><title type='text'>Bank of Canada</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; This is a joke that should bring you luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; An elderly woman walked into the Bank of Canada one morning with a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;purse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;full of money. She wanted to open a savings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;account and insisted on talking to the president of the Bank &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;because, she said, she had a lot of money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; After many lengthy discussions (after all, the client is always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;right) an employee took the elderly woman to the president's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The president of the Bank asked her how much she wanted to deposit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;placed her purse on his desk and replied, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"$165,000". The president was curious and asked her how she had been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;able &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to save so much money. The elderly woman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;replied that she made bets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The president was surprised and asked, "What kind of bets?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The elderly woman replied, "Well, I bet you $25,000 that your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;testicles are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;square."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The president started to laugh and told the woman that it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;impossible to win a bet like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The woman never batted an eye. She just looked at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;president and said, "Would you like to take my bet?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; "Certainly", replied the president. "I bet you $25,000 that my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;testicles are not square."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; "Done", the elderly woman answered. "But given the amount of money &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;involved, if you don't mind I would like to come back at 10 o'clock &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;morning with my lawyer as a witness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; "No problem", said the president of the Bank confidently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; That night, the president became very nervous about the bet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and spent a long time in front of the mirror examining his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;testicles, turning them this way and that, checking them over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;again and again until he was positive that no one could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;consider his testicles as square and reassuring himself that there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;was no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;way he could lose the bet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The next morning at exactly 10 o'clock the elderly woman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;arrived at the president's office with her lawyer and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;acknowledged the $25,000 bet made the day before that the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;president's testicles were square.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The president confirmed that the bet was the same as the one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;made the day before. Then the elderly woman asked him to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;drop his pants etc. so that she and her lawyer could see clearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The president was happy to oblige.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The elderly woman came closer so she could see better and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;asked the president if she could touch them. "Of course", said the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;president. "Given the amount of money involved, you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;should be 100% sure."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The elderly woman did so with a little smile. Suddenly the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;president noticed that the lawyer was banging his head against &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the wall. He asked the elderly woman why he was doing that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and she replied, "Oh, it's probably because I bet him $100,000 that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10 o'clock in the morning I would be holding the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;balls of the President of the Bank of Canada!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The origin of this Canadian story is unknown but it brings luck to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; to whom it is sent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have a happy day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; God Bless!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-93512416415901756?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/93512416415901756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=93512416415901756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/93512416415901756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/93512416415901756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/bank-of-canada.html' title='Bank of Canada'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-5015853044220869157</id><published>2008-07-08T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:37:25.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics gone bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misheard lyrics'/><title type='text'>Lyrics gone bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Greatest Love of All by Whitney Houston -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I decided long ago, never to walk in edu manzano...&lt;br /&gt;(I decided long ago, never to walk in anyone's shadow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cry by Mandy Moore -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A walk to remember... it was late afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;(I'll always remember, it was late afternoon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All My Life by K-ci and Jojo -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be you're like my mother,supposed to be you're like my sister&lt;br /&gt;(close to me you're like my mother... close to me you're like my sister)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where is the Love -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;People killing, people flying, children hurt an living, crying...&lt;br /&gt;(People killing, people dying; children hurt and you hear them crying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leaving on a jet plane -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;so kiss me and SMAFFLE me...&lt;br /&gt;(so kiss me and smile for me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Usher &amp;amp; Alicia's My Boo -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started when we were younger you were NINE...&lt;br /&gt;(It started when we were younger you were mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Usher &amp;amp; Alicia's My Boo (again!) -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and you were my BEYBLADE...&lt;br /&gt;it started when were younger you were FINE...&lt;br /&gt;(and you were my baby...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I Ain't Got You by Alicia Keys -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people want TAMBOURINES..&lt;br /&gt;(diamond rings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney's Baby One More Time -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ONLY NEST is killing me... and I........&lt;br /&gt;(My loneliness....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thumbthumping (Chumbawumba) -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get knocked down by an elephant, my mommas's gonna bring me down...&lt;br /&gt;(I get knocked down, but I get up again and no one's gonna bring me down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crush by Jennifer Paige -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i-splash, a little crush..&lt;br /&gt;(it's just.. a little crush..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red Hot's Californication -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva Californication....&lt;br /&gt;(Dream of Californication...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No scrubs, TLC -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A scrub is a guy who thinks he's fine but is also known as a BUS STOP&lt;br /&gt;(buster)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waterfalls by TLC:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go JASON waterfalls...&lt;br /&gt;(Chasin')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Mayer -You're ALICE IN WONDERLAND..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're ALICE IN WONDERLAND I'll use my hands&lt;br /&gt;(Body is a wonderland)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baa Baa Black Sheep:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Baa baa black sheep, heavy on the road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With A Smile by Eraserheads:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lift ur HAND.. baby dont be scared.. of the things that could go wrong along the way..&lt;br /&gt;(HEAD!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wag Na Wag Mong Sasabihin by Kitchie Nadal:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maaaaaaaaaag... , magdamag mong sasabihin...&lt;br /&gt;(waaaaaaaaaag..., wag na wag mong sasabihin...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two-Trick Pony by Sandwich -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been waiting for you all night under the glow of INSECENT LIGHT&lt;br /&gt;(...under the glow of YOUR SATELLITE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Bended Knees by Boyz II Men:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God give me the reason, I'M DOWN... ABANDON ME...&lt;br /&gt;(I'm down on bended knee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Hot's Zephyr Song:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly away on my CELLPHONE...I feel it more than  ever&lt;br /&gt;(Fly away on my zephyr, I feel it more than ever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FINALLY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul of Christ... sat beside me...&lt;br /&gt;(sanctify me! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-5015853044220869157?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/5015853044220869157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=5015853044220869157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/5015853044220869157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/5015853044220869157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/lyrics-gone-bad.html' title='Lyrics gone bad'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-9172817960194479608</id><published>2008-07-08T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:02:12.216-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='existentialism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>God does exist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;This is one of the best explanations of why God allows pain and suffering that I have seen. It's an explanation other people will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed. As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation. They talked about so many things and various subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said: "I don't believe that God exists."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you say that?" asked the customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist. Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can't imagine a loving a God who would allow all of these things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an argument. The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. He looked dirty and unkempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber: "You know what? Barbers do not exist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can you say that?" asked the surprised barber. "I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No!" the customer exclaimed. "Barbers don't exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, but barbers DO exist! What happens is, people do not come to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly!"- affirmed the customer. "That's the point! God, too, DOES exist! What happens, is, people don't go to Him and do not look for Him. That's why there's so much pain and suffering in the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-9172817960194479608?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/9172817960194479608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=9172817960194479608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/9172817960194479608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/9172817960194479608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/god-does-exist.html' title='God does exist'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-3268837680140790902</id><published>2008-07-08T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:57:12.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horoscope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>Chinese horoscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Whatever you do, don't cheat! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow the instructions. It takes about 3 minutes - worth a try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;1st. Get pen and paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;2nd. When choosing names, make sure they are real people that you actually know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;3rd. Go with your first instinct. Very important for good results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;4th. Scroll down. Don't read ahead, otherwise you will ruin the fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. On a blank sheet of paper, write numbers 1 through 11 in a column on the left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;2. Beside the numbers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;1 &amp;amp; 2, write down any 2 numbers you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    Do you have a favorite number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;3. Beside the numbers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;3 &amp;amp; 7, write down the names of two members of the opposite sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;4. Write anyone's name (like friends or family) next to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; 4, 5, &amp;amp; 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;5. Write down four song titles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;8, 9, 10, &amp;amp;11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your done? Here is the key to the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;1. The number of people you must tell about this game is found in space 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;2. The person in space 3 is the one you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;3. The person you like but your relationship cannot work is in space 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;4. You care most about the person you put in space 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;5. The person you name in number 5 is the one who knows you very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;6. The person you named in 6 is your lucky star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;7. The song in 8 is the song that matches the person in number 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;8. The title in 9 is the song for the person in 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;9. The 10th space is the song that tell you most about your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;10. And 11 is the song that tell you how you feel about life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;11. On number 1 is your lucky number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-3268837680140790902?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/3268837680140790902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=3268837680140790902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/3268837680140790902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/3268837680140790902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/chinese-horoscope.html' title='Chinese horoscope'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-7594342831527784390</id><published>2008-07-08T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:27:35.883-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pink dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guardian angel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><title type='text'>The Pink Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;There was this little girl sitting by herself in the park. Everyone passed by her and never stopped to see why she looked so sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Dressed in a worn pink dress, barefoot and dirty, the girl just sat and watched the people go by. She never tried to speak. She never said a word. Many people passed by her, but no one would stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The next day I decided to go back to the park in curiosity to see if the little girl would still be there. Yes, she was there, right in the very spot where she was yesterday, and still with the same sad look in her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Today I was to make my own move and walk over to the little girl. For as we all know, a park full of strange people is not a place for young children to play alone. As I got closer I could see the back of the! little girl's dress. It was grotesquely shaped. I figured that was the reason people just passed by and made no effort to speak to her. Deformities are a low blow to our society and, heaven forbid if you make a step toward assisting someone who is different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;As I got closer, the little girl lowered her eyes slightly to avoid my intent stare. As I approached her, I could see the shape of her back more clearly. She was grotesquely shaped in a humped over form I smiled to let her know it was OK; I was there to help, to talk. I sat down beside her and opened with a simple, "Hello"; The little girl acted shocked! and stammered a "hi"; after a long stare into my eyes. I smiled and she shyly smiled back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;We talked until darkness fell and the park was completely empty. I asked the girl why she was so sad. The little girl looked at me with a sad face said, "Because, I'm different." I immediately said, "That you are!", and smiled. The little girl acted even sadder and said, "I know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Little girl," I said, "you remind me of an angel, sweet and innocent." She looked at me and smiled, then slowly she got to her feet and said, Really?" "Yes, you're like a little Guardian Angel sent to watch over all people walking by." She nodded her head yes, and smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;With that she opened the back! of her pink dress and allowed her wings to spread, then she said "I am." I'm your Guardian Angel," with a twinkle in her eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I was speechless -- sure I was seeing things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;She said, "For once you thought of someone other than yourself. My job here is done."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I got to my feet and said, "Wait, why did no one stop to help an angel?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;She looked at me, smiled, and said, "You're the only one that could see me," and then she was gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And with that, my life was changed dramatically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So, when you think you're all you have, remember, your angel is always watching over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Like the story says, we all need someone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And, every one of your friends is an Angel in their own way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The value of a friend is measured in the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I hope your Guardian Angel watches over you always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-7594342831527784390?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/7594342831527784390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=7594342831527784390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/7594342831527784390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/7594342831527784390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/pink-dress.html' title='The Pink Dress'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-5122487563370671553</id><published>2008-07-08T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:23:21.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='match'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Why women can't find the man of their dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;     1. The nice men are ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     2. The handsome men are not nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     3. The handsome and nice men are gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     4. The handsome, nice and heterosexual men are married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     5. The men who are not so handsome, but are nice men, have no money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     6. The men who are not so handsome, but are nice men with money think we are only after their money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     7. The handsome men without money are after our money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     8. The handsome men, who are not so nice and somewhat heterosexual, don't think we are beautiful enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     9. The men who think we are beautiful, that are heterosexual, somewhat nice and have money, are cowards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     10. The men who are somewhat handsome, somewhat nice and have some money and thank God are heterosexual, are shy and NEVER MAKE THE FIRST MOVE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     11. The men who never make the first move, automatically lose interest in us when we take the initiative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     NOW, WHO THE HELL UNDERSTANDS MEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "Men are like a fine wine. They all start out like grapes, and it's our job to stomp on them and keep them in the dark until they mature into something you'd like to have dinner with."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     SEND THIS TO SMART WOMEN WHO NEED A LAUGH AND TO THE GUYS YOU THINK CAN HANDLE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     LIVE WELL, LAUGH OFTEN, love much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * They say, when you meet the love of your life, time stops, and that's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     What they don't tell you is that when it starts again, it moves extra fast to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-5122487563370671553?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/5122487563370671553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=5122487563370671553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/5122487563370671553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/5122487563370671553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-women-cant-find-man-of-their-dreams.html' title='Why women can&apos;t find the man of their dreams'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-4514503947694960953</id><published>2008-07-08T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:15:21.679-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart attack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first aid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stroke'/><title type='text'>Stroke/Heart Attack</title><content type='html'>Is It a Stroke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes symptoms of a stroke are difficult to identify. Unfortunately, the lack of awareness spells disaster. The stroke victim may suffer brain damage when people nearby fail to recognize the symptoms of a stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now doctors say a bystander can recognize a stroke by asking three simple questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ask the individual to smile.&lt;br /&gt;2. Ask him or her to raise both arms.&lt;br /&gt;3. Ask the person to speak a simple sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he or she has trouble with any of these tasks, call 9-1-1 immediately and describe the symptoms to the dispatcher. After discovering that a group of non-medical volunteers could identify facial weakness, arm weakness and speech problems, researchers urged the general public to learn the three questions. They presented their conclusions at the American&lt;br /&gt;Stroke Association's annual meeting last February. Widespread use of this test could result in prompt diagnosis and treatment of the stroke and prevent brain damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heart Attack Self Help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cardiologist says if everyone who gets this e-mail sends it to 10 people, you can bet that at least one life will be saved. Read this ... it could save your life!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say it's 6:15 p.m. and you're driving home (alone, of course) after an unusually hard day on the job. You're really tired, upset and frustrated.  Suddenly you start experiencing&lt;br /&gt;severe pain in your chest that starts to radiate out into your arm and up into your jaw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are only about five miles from the hospital nearest your home. Unfortunately, you don't know if you'll be able to make it that far. You have been trained in CPR, but the guy that taught the course did not tell you how toperform it on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW TO SURVIVE A HEART ATTACK WHEN ALONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since many people are alone when they suffer a heart attack, without help, the person whose heart is beating improperly and who begins to feel faint, has only about 10 seconds left before losing consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, these victims can help themselves by coughing repeatedly and very vigorously.  A deep breath should be taken before each cough, and the cough must be deep and prolonged, as when producing sputum from deep inside the chest. A breath and a cough must be repeated about every two seconds without let-up until help arrives, or until the heart is felt to&lt;br /&gt;be beating normally again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep breaths get oxygen into the lungs and coughing movements squeeze the heart and keep the blood circulating. The squeezing pressure on the heart also helps it regain normal rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;In this way, heart attack victims can get to a hospital.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-4514503947694960953?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/4514503947694960953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=4514503947694960953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/4514503947694960953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/4514503947694960953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/strokeheart-attack.html' title='Stroke/Heart Attack'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-3842010474201872711</id><published>2008-07-08T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:10:30.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hypocrite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><title type='text'>Would you run?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Would you run?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Imagine this happening to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Sunday morning during service, a 2,000 member congregation was surprised to see two men enter, both covered from head to toe in  black and carrying submachine guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the men proclaimed, "Anyone willing to take a bullet for Christ remain where you are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, the choir fled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the deacons fled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and most of the congregation fled....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the 2,000 there only remained around 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man who had spoken took off his hood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then looked at the preacher and said "Okay Pastor, I got rid of all the hypocrites... Now you may begin your service. Have a nice day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the two men turned and walked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how simple it is for people to trash God... and then wonder why the world is in the condition it is today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how we believe what the newspapers say... but question what the Bible says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how everyone wants to go to heaven... provided they do not have to believe, think, say, or do anything the Bible says. Or is it scary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how someone can say "I believe in God"... but still follow Satan (who, by the way, also "believes" in God).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how the lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene pass freely through cyberspace...     but the public discussion of Jesus is suppressed in the school and work place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, isn't it? Funny how someone can be so fired up for Christ on Sunday... but be an invisible Christian the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you laughing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how I can be more worried about what other people think of me... than what God thinks of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you share this with people you care about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-3842010474201872711?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/3842010474201872711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=3842010474201872711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/3842010474201872711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/3842010474201872711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/would-you-run.html' title='Would you run?'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-804076766823754507</id><published>2008-07-08T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T19:58:22.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A cab driver's story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single Light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, then drive away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door.This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walked to the door and knocked. "Just a minute", answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 80's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled&lt;br /&gt;with photos and glassware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you carry my bag out to the car?" she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's nothing", I told her. "I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you're such a good boy", she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, then asked, "Could you drive through downtown?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not the shortest way," I answered quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I don't mind," she said. "I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked in the rearview mirror. Her eyes were glistening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't have any family left," she continued."The doctor says I don't have very long."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. "What route would you like me to take?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had&lt;br /&gt;gone dancing as a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, "I'm tired. Let's go now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up.They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door.The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How much do I owe you?" she asked, reaching into her purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have to make a living," she answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are other passengers," I responded. Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly. "You gave an old woman a little moment of joy," she said. "Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I squeezed her hand, then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, the door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly, lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run,&lt;br /&gt;or had honked once, then driven away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life. We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But great moments often catch us unaware--beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People may not remember exactly what you did, or what you said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ but ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they will always remember how you made them feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-804076766823754507?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/804076766823754507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=804076766823754507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/804076766823754507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/804076766823754507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/cab-drivers-story.html' title='A cab driver&apos;s story'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-7100592809159925010</id><published>2008-07-08T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T18:02:37.523-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escaped convict'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green'/><title type='text'>The Escaped Convict</title><content type='html'>A man escapes from prison where he has been for 15 years. He breaks into a house to look for money and guns and finds a young couple in bed. He orders the guy out of the bed and ties him to a chair. While tying the girl to the bed, he gets on top of her, kisser her neck, then gets up and goes into the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he's in there, the husband tells his wife, "Listen, this guy's an escaped convict, look at his clothes! He probably spent lots of time in jail and hasn't seen a woman in years. I saw how he kissed your neck."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband continues, "If he wants sex, don't resist, don't complain, do whatever he tells you. Satisfy him no matter how much he nauseates you. This guy is probably very dangerous. If he gets angry, he'll kill us! Be strong, honey. I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which the wife responds, "He wasn't kissing my neck. He was whispering in my ear. He told me he was gay, thought you were cute, and asked if we had any Vaseline. I told him it was in the bathroom. Be strong, honey. I love you too!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-7100592809159925010?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/7100592809159925010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=7100592809159925010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/7100592809159925010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/7100592809159925010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/escaped-convict.html' title='The Escaped Convict'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-3519940532920185626</id><published>2008-07-08T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T17:53:18.500-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worst'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greatest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things to live by'/><title type='text'>Things to live by</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;The most destructive habit..............................Worry&lt;br /&gt;The greatest Joy.......................................Giving&lt;br /&gt;The greatest loss........................Loss of self-respect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most satisfying work.......................Helping others&lt;br /&gt;The ugliest personality trait.....................Selfishness&lt;br /&gt;The most endangered species.................Dedicated leaders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our greatest natural resource.......................Our youth&lt;br /&gt;The greatest "shot in the arm"..................Encouragement&lt;br /&gt;The greatest problem to overcome.........................Fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most effective sleeping pill................Peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;The most crippling failure disease....................Excuses&lt;br /&gt;The most powerful force in life..........................Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most dangerous pariah..........................A gossiper&lt;br /&gt;The world's most incredible computer................The brain&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing to be without.... ...................... Hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deadliest weapon...............................The tongue&lt;br /&gt;The two most power-filled words......................."I Can"&lt;br /&gt;The greatest asset......................................Faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most worthless emotion..........................Self-pity&lt;br /&gt;The most beautiful attire..............................SMILE!&lt;br /&gt;The most prized possession......................... Integrity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most powerful channel of communication.............Prayer&lt;br /&gt;The most contagious spirit.........................Enthusiasm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-3519940532920185626?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/3519940532920185626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=3519940532920185626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/3519940532920185626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/3519940532920185626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/things-to-live-by.html' title='Things to live by'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-5960674217785231850</id><published>2008-07-08T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T17:32:38.430-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angel food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='character'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vanilla cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate icing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lemon meringue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carrot cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brownies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strawberry short cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dessert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vanilla icing'/><title type='text'>Pick your dessert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;No cheating. Pick your dessert, then look to see what psychiatrists think about you! After taking this dessert personality test, e-mail it to your friends, but when you do, be sure to put your choice of dessert in the subject line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all of the desserts listed below were sitting in front of you, which would you choose? (Sorry, you can only pick one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Angel Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Brownies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Lemon Meringue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Vanilla Cake/Vanilla Icing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Strawberry Short Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Chocolate Cake/Chocolate Icing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ice Cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Carrot Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;NO, you can't change your mind once you scroll down! So think carefully what your choice will be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;OK, now that you've made! your choice, this is what research says about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angel food&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Sweet, loving, cuddly. You love all warm and fuzzy items.. A little nutty at times. Sometimes you need an ice cream cone at the end of the day. Others perceive you as being childlike and immature at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brownies&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- You are adventurous, love new ideas, are a champion of underdogs and slayer of dragons. When tempers flare up, you whip out your saber. You are always the oddball with a unique sense of humor and direction. You tend to be very loyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lemon Meringue&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Smooth, sexy, &amp;amp; articulate with your hands, you are an excellent after-dinner speaker and a good teacher. But don't try to walk and chew gum at the same time. A bit of a diva at times, but you have many friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vanilla Cake/Chocolate Icing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Fun! -loving, sassy, humorous. Not very grounded in life; very indecisive and lack motivation. Everyone enjoys being around you, but you are a practical joker. Others should be cautious in making you mad. However, you are a friend for life.&lt;o&gt;&lt;/o&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Strawberry Short Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Romantic, warm, loving. You care about other people and can be counted on in a pinch. You tend to melt. You can be overly emotional and annoying at times. &lt;o&gt;&lt;/o&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chocolate Cake/Chocolate Icing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Sexy, always ready to give and receive. Very creative, adventurous, ambitious, and passionate. You have a cold exterior but are warm on the inside. Not afraid to take chances. Will not settle for anything average in life. Love to laugh.&lt;o&gt;&lt;/o&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ice Cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- You like sports, whether it be baseball, football,&lt;br /&gt;basketball, or soccer. If you could, you would like to participate, but you enjoy watching sports. You don't like to give up th! e remote control. You tend to be self-centered and high maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carrot Cake&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- You are a very fun loving person, who likes to laugh. You are fun to be with. People like to hang out with you. You are a very warm hearted person and a little quirky at times. You have many loyal friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-5960674217785231850?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/5960674217785231850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=5960674217785231850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/5960674217785231850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/5960674217785231850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/pick-your-dessert.html' title='Pick your dessert'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-3029616794149245357</id><published>2008-07-08T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T17:21:03.400-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='character'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sponge bob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garfield'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elmo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dexter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snoopy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charlie brown'/><title type='text'>Which cartoon character are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; Everyone has a personality of a cartoon character. Have you ever asked yourself what cartoon character do you most resemble?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of investigators got together and analyzed the personalities of well known and modern cartoon characters. The information that was gathered was made into this test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer all the questions (only 10) with what describes you best, add up all your Points (which are next to the answer that you choose) at the end and look for your results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not cheat by looking at the end of the post before you are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Which one of the following describes the perfect date?&lt;br /&gt;   a) Candlelight dinner (4 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;   b) Fun/Theme Park (2 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;   c) Painting in the park (5 pts)&lt;br /&gt;   d) Rock concert (1 pt.)&lt;br /&gt;   e) Going to the movies (3 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favorite type of music?&lt;br /&gt;   a) Rock and Roll (2 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;   b) Alternative (1 pt.)&lt;br /&gt;   c) Soft Rock (4 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;   d) Country (5 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;   e) Pop (3 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What type of movies do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;   a) Comedy (2 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;   b) Horror (1 pt.)&lt;br /&gt;   c) Musical (3 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;   d) Romance (4 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;   e) Documentary (5 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Which one of these occupations would you choose if you only could choose one of these?&lt;br /&gt;   a) Waiter (4 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;   b) Professional Sports Player (5 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;   c) Teacher (3 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;   d) Police (2 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;   e) Cashier (1 pt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you do with your spare time?&lt;br /&gt;   a) Exercise (5 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;   b) Read (4 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;   c) Watch television (2 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;   d) Listen to music (1 pt.)&lt;br /&gt;   e) Sleep (3 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which one of the following colors do you like best?&lt;br /&gt;   a) Yellow (1 pt.)&lt;br /&gt;   b) White (5 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;   c) Sky Blue (3 pts)&lt;br /&gt;   d) Dark Blue (2 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;   e) Red (4 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do you prefer to eat?&lt;br /&gt;   a) Snow (3 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;   b) Pizza (2 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;   c) Sushi (1 pt.)&lt;br /&gt;   d) Pasta (4 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;   e) Salad (5 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your favorite holiday?&lt;br /&gt;   a) Halloween (1 pt.)&lt;br /&gt;   b) Christmas (3 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;   c) New Year (2 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;   d) Valentine's Day (4 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;   e) Thanksgiving (5 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you could go to one of these places which one would it be?&lt;br /&gt;   a) Paris (4 pts)&lt;br /&gt;   b) Spain (5 pts)&lt;br /&gt;   c) Las Vegas (1 pt)&lt;br /&gt;   d) Hawaii (4 pts)&lt;br /&gt;   e) Hollywood (3 pts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. With which of the following would you prefer to spend time with?&lt;br /&gt;   a) Someone Smart (5 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;   b) Someone attractive (2 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;   c) Someone who likes to Party (1 pt.)&lt;br /&gt;   d) Someone who always has fun (3 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;   e) Someone very sentimental (4 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now add up your points and find out the answer you have been waiting for! Put your character in the subject line and forward to your friends and back to the person that sent this to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very interesting to see "who" your friends are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10-16 points) You are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Garfield &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;You are very comfortable, easy going, and you definitely know how to have fun but sometimes you take it to an extreme. You always know what you are doing and you are always in control of your life. Others may not see things as you do, but that doesn't mean that you always have to do what is right. Try to remember, your happy spirit may hurt you or others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(17-23 points) You are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snoopy&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;You are fun; you are very cool and popular. You always know what's in and you're never out of style, you are good at knowing how to satisfy everyone else. You have probably disappeared for a few days more than once but you always come home with the family values that you learned. Being married and having children are important to you, but only after you have had your share of fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(24-28 points) You are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elmo&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;You have lots of friends and you are also popular, always willing to give advice and help out a person in need. You are very optimistic and you always see the bright side of things. Some good advice: try not to be too much of a dreamer. Dreaming too big could cause many conflicts in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(29-35 points) You are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sponge Bob Square Pants&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;You are the classic person that everyone loves. You are the best friend that anyone could ever have and never wants to lose. You never cause harm to anyone and they would never not understand your feelings. Life is a journey, it' s funny and calm for the most part Stay away from traitors and jealous people and you will be stress free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(36-43 points) You are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlie Brown&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;You are tender, you fall in love quickly but you are also very serious about all relationships. You are a family person. You call your Mom every Sunday. You have many friends and may occasionally forget a few Birthdays. Don't let your passion confuse you with reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(44-50 points) You are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dexter&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;You are smart and definitely a thinker... Every situation is fronted with a plan. You have a brilliant mind. You demonstrate very strong family principles. You maintain a stable routine but never ignore a bad situation when it comes. Try to do less over thinking every once in a while to spice things up a bit with spontaneity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-3029616794149245357?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/3029616794149245357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=3029616794149245357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/3029616794149245357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/3029616794149245357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/which-cartoon-character-are-you.html' title='Which cartoon character are you?'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-795429435920090193</id><published>2008-07-08T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T17:12:21.797-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Simple Friend vs Real Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;A simple friend has never seen you cry.&lt;br /&gt;A real friend has shoulders soggy from your tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/space.gif" /&gt;A simple friend doesn't know your parents' first names.&lt;br /&gt;A real friend has their phone numbers in his address book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/space.gif" /&gt;A simple friend brings a bottle of wine to your party.&lt;br /&gt;A real friend comes early to help you cook and clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:olive;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/space.gif" /&gt;A simple friend hates it when you call after he has gone to bed.&lt;br /&gt;A real friend asks you why you took so long to call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:violet;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/space.gif" /&gt;A simple friend seeks to talk with you about their problems.&lt;br /&gt;A real friend seeks to help you with your problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:yellow;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/space.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;A simple friend wonders about your romantic history.&lt;br /&gt;A real friend could blackmail you with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/space.gif" /&gt;A simple friend, when visiting, acts like a guest.&lt;br /&gt;A real friend opens your refrigerator and helps himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/space.gif" /&gt;A simple friend thinks the friendship is over when you have an argument.&lt;br /&gt;A real friend knows that it's not a friendship until after u've had a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:cyan;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/space.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple friend expects you to always be there for them.&lt;br /&gt;A real friend expects to always be there for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:brown;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/space.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple friend will read and throw this letter away.&lt;br /&gt;A real friend will keep sending it until he's sure it's been Received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/space.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-795429435920090193?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-8968218188710062721</id><published>2008-07-08T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T17:05:18.367-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coverups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abraham lincoln'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john kennedy'/><title type='text'>Lincoln-Kennedy history lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have a history teacher explain this if they can !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Both were particularly concerned with civil rights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Both wives lost a child while living in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;White House.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Both Presidents were shot on a Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Both Presidents were shot in the head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now it gets really weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Lincoln's secretary was named Kennedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Kennedy's Secretary was named Lincoln.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Both were assassinated by Southerners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Both were succeeded by Southerners named Johnson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln, was born in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1808.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1908.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln, was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;born in 1839.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy, was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;born in 1939.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Both assassins were known by their three names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Both names are composed of fifteen letters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now hang on to your seat !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Lincoln was shot at the theater named "Ford."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Kennedy was shot in a car called "Lincoln" made by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Ford."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Booth and Oswald were assassinated before their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;trials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the "kicker":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    A week before Lincoln was shot, he was in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Monroe, Maryland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  A week before Kennedy was shot, he was with Marilyn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Monroe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Lincoln was shot in a theater and the assassin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ran to a warehouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Kennedy was shot from a warehouse and the assassin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ran to a theater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey, this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;is one history lesson people don't mind reading!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: http://www.coverups.com/jfk/lincoln.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-8968218188710062721?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/8968218188710062721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=8968218188710062721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/8968218188710062721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/8968218188710062721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/lincoln-kennedy-history-lesson.html' title='Lincoln-Kennedy history lesson'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-8154626430143403961</id><published>2008-07-08T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T01:58:31.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moral'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how we treat people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><title type='text'>How we treat people</title><content type='html'>Five lessons to make you think about the way we treat people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First Important Lesson - Cleaning Lady.&lt;br /&gt;During my second month of college, our professor gave us a pop quiz.   I was  a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions, until I  read  the last one: "What is the first name of the woman who cleans the  school?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman  several  times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know  her  name?  I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just  before  class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward  our  quiz grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Absolutely," said the professor. "In your careers, you  will  meet many people.  All are significant.  They deserve your attention  and  care, even if all you do is smile and say "hello".   I've never  forgotten  that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the Rain&lt;br /&gt;One night, at 11:30 p.m., an older African American woman was standing  on  the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rainstorm.  Her  car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride.  Soaking wet,  she  decided to flag down the next car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  A young white man stopped to help her,  generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960s. The man took her  to  safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxicab.   She seemed  o be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Seven  days went by and a knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a  giant console color TV was delivered to his home.   A special note was  attached.  It read: "Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you  came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband's bedside just before he passed away. God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others," Sincerely, Mrs. Nat King Cole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Third Important Lesson - Always remember those who serve. In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10 year-old boy  entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass  of  water in front of him. "How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Fifty  cents," replied the waitress. The little boy pulled his hand out of  his  pocket and studied the coins in it.  "Well, how much is a plain dish  of ice cream?" he inquired. By now more people were waiting for a table and  the  waitress was growing impatient.  "Thirty-five cents," she brusquely  replied.   The little boy again counted his coins. "I'll have the  plain ice cream," he said. The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the  table and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and  left.  When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the  table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and  five pennies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have  enough left to leave her a tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Fourth Important Lesson - The Obstacles in Our Path.&lt;br /&gt;In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he  hid  himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock.  Some of  the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it.  Many loudly blamed the King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the King indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The peasant learned what many of us never understand!   Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Fifth Important Lesson - Giving When it Counts.&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare &amp;amp; serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year-old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, "Yes I'll do it if it will save her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheeks. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, Will I start to die right away?". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-8154626430143403961?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/8154626430143403961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=8154626430143403961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/8154626430143403961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/8154626430143403961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-we-treat-people.html' title='How we treat people'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-8478812569583467383</id><published>2008-07-08T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T01:55:38.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tragedy'/><title type='text'>True love</title><content type='html'>A story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruel misunderstandings one after another disrupted the blissful footsteps to our family. Our original intention of having Mother enjoy some quiet and peaceful moments in her remaining years with us went terribly wrong as destiny's secret is finally revealed at a price, every thing became too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just two years after our marriage, hubby brought up the idea of asking Mother to move from the rural hometown and spend her remaining years with us. Hubby's father passed away while he was still very young. Mother endured much hardship and struggled all on her own to provide for him, see him through to a university degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could say that she suffered a great deal and did everything you could expect of a woman to bring hubby to where he is today. I immediately agreed and started packing the spare room, which has a balcony facing the South to let her enjoy the sunshine and plant some greenery. Hubby stood in the bright room, and suddenly just picked me up and started spinning round and round. As I begged him to put me down, he said: "Lets go fetch mother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby is tall and big sized and I love to rest on his chest and enjoy the feeling that he could pick me up at any moment put the tiny me into his pockets. Whenever we have an argument and both refuses to back down, he would pick me up and spin me over his head continuously until I surrender and beg for mercy. I became addicted to this kind of panic-joy feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother brought along her countryside habits and lifestyle with her. For example; I am so used to buying flowers to decorate the living room, she could not stand it and would comment: "I do not know how you young people spend your money, why do you buy flowers for? You also can't eat the flowers!" I smiled and said: "Mum, with flowers in the house, our mood will also become better." Mother continues to grumble away, and hubby smiled: "Mum, this is a city-people's habit; slowly you will get use to it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother stopped saying anything. But every time thereafter, whenever I came home with flowers, she would ask me how much it costs. I told her and she would shake her head and express displeasure. Sometimes, when I come home with lots of shopping bags, she would ask each and every item how much they cost, I would tell her honestly and she would get even more upset about it. Hubby playfully pinched my nose and said: "You little fool, just don't tell her the full price of everything would solve it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There begins the friction to our otherwise happy lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early to prepare the breakfast, "In your view, how could the man of the house cook for the wife?" At the breakfast table, mother facial expression is always like the dark clouds before a thunderstorm and I would pretend not to notice. She would use her chopsticks and make a lot of noise with it as her silent protest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am a dance teacher in the Children's Palace and is exhausted from a long day of dancing around, I do not wish to give up the luxury of that additional few minutes in the comfort of my bed and hence I turned a deaf ear to all the protest mother makes. From time to time, mother would help out with some housework, but soon her help created additional work for me. For example; she would keep all kinds of plastic bags accumulating them so that she sell them later on, and that resulted in our house being filled with all the trash bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would scrimp on dish washing detergent when helping to wash the dishes and so as not to hurt her feelings, I would quietly wash them again. One day, late at night, mother saw me quietly washing the dishes, and "Bam" she slams her bedroom door and cried very loudly in her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby was placed in a difficult position, and after that, he did not speak to me for that entire night. I pretended to be a spoilt child, tried acting cute, but he totally ignored me. I got mad and asked him: "What did I do wrong?" Hubby stared at me and said: "Can't you just give in to her once? We couldn't possibly die eating from a bowl however unclean it is, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that incident, for a long period of time, mother did not speak to me and you can feel that there is a very awkward feeling hanging in the house.  During that period of cold war, hubby was caught in dilemma as to who to please.  In order to stop her son from having to prepare breakfast, mother took on the "all important" task of preparing breakfast without any prompting. At the breakfast table, mother would look at hubby happily eating his breakfast and cast that reprimanding stare at me for having failed to perform my duty as a wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To avoid the embarrassing breakfast situation, I resorted to buying my own breakfast on my way to work. That night, while in bed, hubby was a little upset and asked me: "LD, is it because you think that mum's cooking is not clean that's why you chose not to eat at home?" He then turned his back on me and left me alone in tears as feelings of unfairness overwhelmed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sometime, hubby sighed: "LD, just for me, can you have breakfast at home?"  I am left with no choice but to return to the breakfast table. The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by mother and I felt a sudden churn in my stomach and everything inside seem to be rushing up my throat. I tried to suppress the urge to throw up but I couldn't. I threw down the bowl and rushed into the washroom and vomited everything out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was catching my breath, I saw mother crying and grumbling loudly in her dialect, hubby was standing at the washroom doorway staring at me with fire burning in his eyes. I opened my mouth but no words came out of it, I really didn't mean it. We had our very first big fight that day; mother took a look at us, then stood up and slowly made her way out of the house. Hubby gave me a final stare in the eye and followed mother down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For three days, hubby did not return home, not even a phone call. I was so furious, since mother arrived; I had been trying my best and putting up with her, what else do you want me to do?&lt;br /&gt;For no reason, I keep having the feeling to throw up and I simply have no appetite for food, coupled with all the events happening at home, I was at the lowest point in my life. Finally, a colleague said: "LD, you look terrible; you should go and see a doctor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor confirmed that I am pregnant. Now it became clear to me why I threw up that fateful morning, a sense of sadness floated through that otherwise happy news.  Why didn't hubby, and mother who had been through this before, thought of the possibility of this being the reason that day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the hospital entrance, I saw my hubby standing there. It had only been three days, but he looked haggard. I had wanted to turn and leave, but one look at him and my heart softened, I couldn't resist and called out to him. He followed my voice and finally found me but he pretended that he doesn't know me; he has that disgusted look in his eyes that cut right through my heart. I told myself not to look at him anymore, and hail a cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, I have such a strong urge inside me to shout to my hubby: "Darling, I am having your baby!" and have him lift me up and spin me round in circles of joy. What I wanted didn't happen and as I sat in the cab, my tears started rolling down. Why? Why our love couldn't even withstand the test of one fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my hubby, and the disgusted look in his eyes. I cried and wet the corner of the blanket. That night, sound of the drawers opening woke me up. I switched on the lights and I saw hubby with tears rolling down his face.  He was removing the money.  I stared at him in silence; he ignored me, took the bank deposit book and some money and left the house. Maybe he really intends to leave me for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a rational man, so clear-cut in love and money matters. I gave a few dried laugh and tears starting streaming down again. The next day, I did not go to work. I wanted to clear this out and have a good talk with hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached his office and his secretary gave me a weird look and said:  "Mr. Tan's mother had a traffic accident and is now in the hospital."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood there in shock. I rushed to the hospital and by the time I found hubby, mother had already passed away. Hubby did not look at me, his face was expressionless. I looked at mother's pale white and thin face and couldn't control the tears in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god, how could this happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the funeral, hubby didn't say a single word to me, with only the occasional disgusted stare at me. I only managed to find out brief facts about the accident from&lt;br /&gt;other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, after mother left the house, she walked in dazed towards the bus stop, apparently intending to go back to her old house back in the countryside. As hubby ran after her, she tried to walk faster and as she tried to cross the street, a public bus came and hit her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally understood how much hubby must hate me, if I had not thrown up that morning, if we had not quarreled, if... In his heart, I am indirectly the killer of his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby moved into mother's room and came home every night with a strong liquor smell on him. And me, I am buried under the guilt and self pity and could hardly breathe. I wanted to explain to him, tell him that we are going to have our baby soon, but each time, I saw the dead look in his eyes, all the words I have at the brink of my mouth just fell back in. I had rather he hit me real hard or give me a big and thorough scolding though none of these events happening had been my fault at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many days of suffocating silence went by and as the days went by, hubby came home later and later. The deadlock between us continues, we were living together like strangers who don't know each other. I am like the dead knot in his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I passed by a western restaurant, looking into the glass window, I saw hubby and a girl sitting facing each other and he very lightly brushed her hair for her, I understood what it meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recovering from that moment of shock, I entered the restaurant, stood in front of my hubby and stared hard at him, not a tear in my eyes. I have nothing to say to him, and there is no need to say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl looked at me, looks at hubby, stands up and wanted to go, hubby stretched out his hand and stopped her. He stared back at me, challenging me. I can only hear my slow heart beat, beating, one by one as if at the brink of death. I eventually backed down, if I had stood that any longer, I will collapse together with the baby inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, he did not come home; he had chosen to use that as a way to indicate to me:  Following mother's death so did our love for each other. He did not come home anymore after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when I returned home from work, I can tell that the cupboard had been touched -he had returned to take some of his stuff.  I no longer wish to call him; the initial desire&lt;br /&gt;to explain everything to him vanished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived alone; I go for my medical checkups alone, my heart breaks again and again every time I see a guy carefully helping his wife through the physical examination. My office colleagues hinted to me to consider aborting the baby, I told them, "No, I will not." I insisted on having to this baby, perhaps it is my way of repaying mother for causing her death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I came home and I saw hubby sitting in the living room. The whole house was filled with cigarette smoke. On the coffee table, there was this piece of paper. I know what it is all about without even looking at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the two months plus of living alone, I have gradually learned to find peace within myself.  I looked at him, removed my hat and said: "You wait a while, I will sign."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me, mixed feelings in his eyes, just like mine. As I hang up my coat, I keep repeating to myself "You cannot cry, you cannot cry..." my eyes hurt terribly, but I refused to&lt;br /&gt;let tears come out from there. After I hung up my coat, hubby's eyes stared fixed at my bulging tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled, walked over to the coffee table and pulled the paper towards me. Without even looking at what it says, I signed my name on it and pushed the paper to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LD, you are pregnant?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since mother's accident, this is the first time he spoke to me. I could not control my tears any further and they fell like raindrops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said: "Yes, but its ok, you can leave now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did not go, in the dark, we sat, facing each other. Hubby slowly moved over me, his tears wet the blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart, everything seems so far away, so far that even if I sprint, I could never reach them. I cannot remember how many times he repeated "sorry" to me. I had originally thought that I would forgive him, but now I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the western restaurant, in front of that girl, that cold look in his eyes, I will never forget, ever. We have drawn such deep scares in each other's heart. For me, it's unintentional; for him, totally intentional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been waiting for this moment of reconciliation, but I realized now, what had gone past is gone forever and could not be repeated.  Other than the thought of the baby inside me that&lt;br /&gt;would bring some warmth to my heart, I am totally cold towards him, I no longer eat&lt;br /&gt;anything he buys for me, I don't take any presents from him and I stopped talking to him. From the moment I signed on that piece of paper, marriage and love had vanished from my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, hubby will try to come into the bedroom, but when he walks in, I will walk out to the living room. He had no choice but to sleep in mother's room. At night, from his room, I can hear light sounds of groaning, I kept quiet. This used to be his trick; last time, whenever I ignore him, he would fake illness and I will surrender and find out what is wrong with him, he would then grab me and laugh.  He has forgotten that last time; I cared for him and am concerned because there was love, but now, what is there between us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby's groaning came on and off continuing all the way till baby was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyday, he would buy something for the baby, infant products, children products and books that kids like to read. Bag sand bags of it stacked inside his room till&lt;br /&gt;it is full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he is trying to use this to reach out to me, but I am no longer moved by his actions. He has no choice but to lock himself in his room and I can hear him typing away on his computer keyboard, maybe he is now addicted to web surfing, but none of that matters to me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sometime towards the end of spring in the following year, one late night, I screamed because of a sudden stomach pain, hubby came rushing into the room, its like he did not change and sleep, and had been waiting for this moment. He carried me and ran down the stairs, stopped a car, holding my hand very tightly and kept wiping the sweat off my brow, throughout the journey to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we reached the hospital, he carried me and hurried into the delivery suite. Lying on the back of his skinny but warmth body, a thought crossed my mind: In my lifetime, who else would love me as much as he did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He held the delivery suite door opened and watch me go in, his warm eyes caused me to managed a smile at him despite my contraction pain. Coming out of the delivery room, hubby looked at our son, and me, his eyes tear with joy and he kept smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached out and touched his hand. Hubby looked at me, smiling and then he slowly collapsed onto the floor. I cried out for him in pain... He smiled, but without opening those tired eyes of his...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had thought that I would never shed any tear for him, but the truth is, I have never felt a deeper pain cutting through my body at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor said that by the time hubby discovered he had liver cancer, it was already in terminal stage and it was a miracle that he managed to last this long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the doctor when did he first discover he had cancer? Doctor said about 5 months ago and consoled me saying: "Prepare for his funeral."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disregarded the nurse's objection and rushed home, I went into his room and checked his computer, and a suffocating pain hits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby's cancer was discovered 5 months ago, his groaning was real, and I had thought that... the computer showed over 200 thousand words he wrote for our son:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Son, just for you, I have persisted, to be able to take a look at you before I fall, is my biggest wish now... I know that in your life, you will have many happiness and maybe some setbacks, if&lt;br /&gt;only I can accompany you throughout that journey, how nice would it be.&lt;br /&gt;       But daddy now no longer has that chance. Daddy has written inside here all the possible&lt;br /&gt;difficulties and problems you may encounter during your lifetime, when you meet with these  problems, you can refer to daddy's suggestion...&lt;br /&gt;       Son, after writing these 200 thousand words, I feel as if I have accompanied you through&lt;br /&gt;your life journey. To be honest, daddy is very happy. Do love your mother, she has suffered, she is the one who loves you most and also the one who loves me most..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From play school to primary school, to secondary, university, to work and even in dealing with questions of love, everything big and small was written there. Hubby has also written a letter for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "My dear, to marry you is my biggest happiness, forgive me for the pain I have caused you, forgive me for not telling you my illness, because I want to see you be in a joyful mood waiting for the arrival of our baby...&lt;br /&gt;   My dear, if you cried, it means that you have forgiven me and I would smile, thank you for loving me...&lt;br /&gt;   These presents, I'm afraid I cannot give them to our son personally, could you help me to give some of them to him every year, the dates on what to give when are all written on the packaging..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the hospital, hubby is still in coma. I brought our son over and place him beside him. I said:  "Open your eyes and smile, I want our son to remember being in the warmth of your arms..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He struggled to open his eyes and managed a weak smile. Our son still in his arms was happily waving his tiny hands in the air. I press the button on the camera and the sound of the shutter rang thoughts in the air as tears slowly rolled down my face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...The end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this, and keep it to your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love has its own time, its own seasons, and its own reason for coming and going. You cannot bribe it or coerce it, or reason it into staying. You can only embrace it when it arrives and give&lt;br /&gt;it away when it comes to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything less than mad, passionate, extraordinary love is a waste of time. There are too many mediocre things in life to deal with and love shouldn't be one of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-8478812569583467383?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/8478812569583467383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=8478812569583467383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/8478812569583467383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/8478812569583467383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/true-love.html' title='True love'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-168572368177407571</id><published>2008-07-08T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T00:20:21.979-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daddy&apos;s empty chair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Daddy's empty chair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A man's daughter had asked the local minister to come and pray with&lt;br /&gt;her father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the minister arrived, he found the man lying in bed with his head propped up on two pillows.  An empty chair sat beside his bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minister assumed that the old fellow had been informed of his visit. "I guess you were expecting me," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, who are you?" said the father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minister told him his name and then remarked, "I saw the empty chair and I figured you knew I was going to show up,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah, the chair," said the bedridden man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you mind closing the door?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puzzled, the minister shut the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have never told anyone this, not even my daughter," said the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"But all of my life I have never known how to pray.  At church I used to hear the pastor talk about prayer, but it went right over my head.  I abandoned any attempt at prayer," the old man continued, "until one day four years ago, my best friend said to me, "Johnny, prayer is just a simple matter of having a conversation with Jesus.  Here is what I suggest: Sit down in a chair; place an empty chair in front of you, and in faith see Jesus on the chair.  It's not spooky because he promised, 'I will be with you always'.  Then just speak to him in the same way you're doing with me right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, I tried it and I've liked it so much that I do it a couple of hours every day. I'm careful though.  If my daughter saw me talking to an empty chair, she'd either have a nervous breakdown or send me off to the funny farm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minister was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the old man to continue on the journey. Then he prayed with him, anointed him with oil, and returned to the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two nights later the daughter called to tell the minister that her daddy had died that afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did he die in peace?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, when I left the house about two o'clock, he called me over to his bedside, told me he loved me and kissed me on the cheek.  When I got back from the store an hour later, I found him dead.  But there was something strange about his death. Apparently, just before Daddy died, he leaned over and rested his head on the chair beside the bed.  What do you make of that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minister wiped a tear from his eye and said, "I wish we could all go like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked God for water,&lt;br /&gt;    He gave me an ocean.&lt;br /&gt;I asked God for a flower,&lt;br /&gt;    He gave me a garden.&lt;br /&gt;I asked God for a friend,&lt;br /&gt;    He gave me all of YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.&lt;br /&gt;Happy moments, praise God.&lt;br /&gt;Difficult moments, seek God.&lt;br /&gt;Quiet moments, worship God.&lt;br /&gt;Painful moments, trust God.&lt;br /&gt;Every moment, thank God.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-168572368177407571?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/168572368177407571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=168572368177407571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/168572368177407571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/168572368177407571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/daddys-empty-chair.html' title='Daddy&apos;s empty chair'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-5630733514560841005</id><published>2008-07-08T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T00:10:50.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trivia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='did you know'/><title type='text'>Did you know?</title><content type='html'>1. Coca-Cola was originally green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The most common name in the world is Mohammed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The name of all the continents end with the same letter that they start with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The strongest muscle in the body is the tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. There are two credit cards for every person in the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. TYPEWRITER is the longest word that can be made using the letters only on one row of the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Women blink nearly twice as much as men!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You can't kill yourself by holding your breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. It is impossible to lick your elbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. People say "Bless you" when you sneeze because when you sneeze, your heart stops for a millisecond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. It is physically impossible for pigs to look up into the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The "sixth sick sheik's sixth sheep's sick" is said to be the toughest tongue twister in the English language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If you sneeze too hard, you can fracture a rib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you try to suppress a sneeze, you can rupture a blood vessel in your head or neck and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Each king in a deck of playing cards represents great king from history :- Spades - King David, Clubs - Alexander the Great, Hearts - Charlemagne ,Diamonds - Julius Caesar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. 111,111,111 x 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987,654,321&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If a statue of a person in the park on a horse has both front legs in the air, the person died in battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If the horse has one front leg in the air, the person died as a result of wounds received in battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If the horse has all four legs on the ground, the person died of natural causes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What do bulletproof vests, fire escapes, windshield &gt;wipers and laser printers all have in common? (Ans. - All invented by women.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Question - This is the only food that doesn't spoil. What is it? Ans. - Honey &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. A crocodile cannot stick its tongue out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. A snail can sleep for three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. All polar bears are left handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. American Airlines saved $40,000 in 1987 by eliminating one olive from each salad served in first-class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Butterflies taste with their feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Elephants are the only animals that can't jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. In the last 4000 years, no new animals have been domesticated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. On average, people fear spiders more than they do death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Shakespeare invented the word 'assassination' and 'bump'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Stewardesses is the longest word typed with only the left hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. The ant always falls over on its right side when intoxicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. The electric chair was invented by a dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. The human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps out to the body to squirt blood 30 feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Rats multiply so quickly that in 18 months, two rats could have over million descendants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Wearing headphones for just an hour will increase the bacteria in your ear by 700 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. The cigarette lighter was invented before the match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Most lipstick contains fish scales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Like fingerprints, everyone's tongue print is different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally 99% of people who read this will try to lick their elbow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-5630733514560841005?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/5630733514560841005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=5630733514560841005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/5630733514560841005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/5630733514560841005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know?'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-5441746533219320576</id><published>2008-07-08T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T00:06:24.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slow dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Slow Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:#ff80c0;"&gt;This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SLOW DANCE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever watched kids&lt;br /&gt;On a merry-go-round?&lt;br /&gt;Or listened to the rain&lt;br /&gt;Slapping on the ground?&lt;br /&gt;Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?&lt;br /&gt;Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?&lt;br /&gt;You better slow down.&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;Do you run through each day&lt;br /&gt;On the fly?&lt;br /&gt;When you ask How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear the reply?&lt;br /&gt;When the day is done&lt;br /&gt;Do you lie in your bed&lt;br /&gt;With the next hundred chores&lt;br /&gt;Running through your head?&lt;br /&gt;You'd better slow down&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;Ever told your child,&lt;br /&gt;We'll do it tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;And in your haste,&lt;br /&gt;Not see his sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Ever lost touch,&lt;br /&gt;Let a good friendship die&lt;br /&gt;Cause you never had time&lt;br /&gt;To call and say,"hi"&lt;br /&gt;You'd better slow down.&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;When you run so fast to get somewhere&lt;br /&gt;You miss half the fun of getting there.&lt;br /&gt;When you worry and hurry through your day,&lt;br /&gt;It is like an unopened gift....&lt;br /&gt;Thrown away.&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a race.&lt;br /&gt;Do take it slower&lt;br /&gt;Hear the music&lt;br /&gt;Before the song is over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-5441746533219320576?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/5441746533219320576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinoy'/><title type='text'>Ways to tell if you're a real Pinoy</title><content type='html'>1) You're related to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;2) Your parents call each other "Mommy" and "Daddy."&lt;br /&gt;3) You have uncles and aunts named Boy, Girlie, or Baby.&lt;br /&gt;4) You have relatives whose nicknames consist of repeated syllables, such as Jun-Jun, Ling-Ling, Mon-Mon.&lt;br /&gt;5) You call the parents of your friends and your own parents' friends "Tito" and "Tita." 6) All of your children have two or more names.&lt;br /&gt;7) You greet your elders with respect by placing their hands to your forehead and asking for their blessing.&lt;br /&gt;8) You always kiss your relatives on the cheek to say hello or goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;9) Your grandmother greets you by giving you "smelling kisses."&lt;br /&gt;10) You live with your parents even after you've married, divorced, separated or have children of your own.&lt;br /&gt;11) You can't build or buy a house unless you first consult a feng shui expert.&lt;br /&gt;12) Your house has a distinctive smell of the orient.&lt;br /&gt;13) You display in your living room your family's framed diplomas, certificates, trophies and photos of relatives.&lt;br /&gt;14) You decorate your dining room wall with a giant wooden spoon and fork and a picture of the Last Supper.&lt;br /&gt;15) You keep your furniture wrapped in plastic or bed sheets to keep the dust away.&lt;br /&gt;16) Most of your home decor is made out of wicker.&lt;br /&gt;17) Your house has a "dirty" kitchen and a "clean" kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;18) Your kitchen table has a vinyl tablecloth.&lt;br /&gt;19) You recycle plastic shopping bags as garbage bags.&lt;br /&gt;20) You have a piano or electronic music keyboard that no one plays.&lt;br /&gt;21) You keep a "tabo" in your bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;22) You own a "barrel man."&lt;br /&gt;23) You use a stone to scrub yourself in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;24) You use Vicks Vapor Rub as an insect repellent.&lt;br /&gt;25) Your meal isn't complete without white rice.&lt;br /&gt;26) You use your fingers to measure the water you need to cook rice.&lt;br /&gt;27) You can't eat a meal without a spoon and fork.&lt;br /&gt;28) When there is a party, you always cook three times more than what your&lt;br /&gt;visitors can consume.&lt;br /&gt;29) Your pantry is never without Spam, Vienna sausage, corned beef, and sardines.&lt;br /&gt;30) You can't enjoy a meal without suka, patis or bagoong.&lt;br /&gt;31) You eat fried fried-chicken, Spam or hotdogs with rice.&lt;br /&gt;32) You eat mangoes with rice - with great gusto.&lt;br /&gt;33) You enjoy chocolate rice pudding and fried dried salted fish together for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;34) You tail an ambulance or a police car just to beat the traffic.&lt;br /&gt;35) Your car horn can laugh, bark, or moo.&lt;br /&gt;36) Your car plays a song when it backs up.&lt;br /&gt;37) You can squeeze 15 passengers into your Mini or Honda Civic without a second thought.&lt;br /&gt;38) You think traffic regulations are recommendations, not rules.&lt;br /&gt;39) You think that traffic signs apply to everybody except yourself.&lt;br /&gt;40) You think the best drivers are Filipinos.&lt;br /&gt; 41) You point to a direction by pouting your lips.&lt;br /&gt;42) You eat using your hands and have it down to a technique.&lt;br /&gt;43) Your other piece of luggage is a balikbayan box.&lt;br /&gt;44) You always try your luck at check-in before departure by being overweight with your baggage.&lt;br /&gt;45) You return after a holiday from the Philippines by smuggling karaoke or Filipino movie CDs/VCDs, exotic foods and fresh veggies that cannot be found anywhere in the world.&lt;br /&gt;46) You collect items from hotels or restaurants "for souvenir's sake."&lt;br /&gt;47) You go to a department store or any shop for that matter and try to bargain the&lt;br /&gt;listed prices.&lt;br /&gt;48) You use an umbrella for shade on hot summer days.&lt;br /&gt;49) You scratch your head when you don't know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;50) You play pusoy, mahjong, or tong-hits.&lt;br /&gt;51) You put your hand in front of you to make a path and say "Excuse, excuse" when you pass in between people or in front of them as a respect.&lt;br /&gt;52) You buy tons of bath towels when they go on sale.&lt;br /&gt;53) You still keep or even wear those outdated clothes you had when you first came to your adopted country.&lt;br /&gt;54) You say, "comfort room or c r " instead of "bathroom."&lt;br /&gt;55) You say, "for take out or take away" instead of "to go."&lt;br /&gt;56) You "open" or "close" the lights.&lt;br /&gt;57) You ask for "Colgate" instead of "toothpaste."&lt;br /&gt;58) You say "Kodak an" instead of "take a picture."&lt;br /&gt;59) You turn around when someone whistles or whispers "Pssssssst."&lt;br /&gt;60) You say "Cutex" instead of "nail polish."&lt;br /&gt;61) You say "he" when you mean "she" and vice-versa.&lt;br /&gt;62) You say, "air-con" instead of "a/c" or air conditioner.&lt;br /&gt;63) You pronounce "F" for "P" or "P" for "F".&lt;br /&gt;64) You own a karaoke system.&lt;br /&gt;65) You have 5 pairs of tsinelas or slippers on your doorstep or shoe cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;66) You refer to your VCR as the "Betamax."&lt;br /&gt;67) You have a rice dispenser with a matching rice cooker.&lt;br /&gt;68) You own a Mercedes Benz and call it "chedeng."&lt;br /&gt;69) You have a holy article or a "My Shaldan" air freshener or a miniature fake banana toy hanging somewhere inside the car.&lt;br /&gt;70) You were raised to believe that every Filipino has an aunt, uncle, and cousins.&lt;br /&gt;71) Your mom, sister, or another female relative is a nurse or teacher.&lt;br /&gt;72) You consider "dilis" or fried dried anchovies the Filipino equivalent of French fries.&lt;br /&gt;73) You dip bread/toast/biscuit in your drink, coffee or hot chocolate drink.&lt;br /&gt;74) "Goldilocks" means more to you than just a character in a fairy tale.&lt;br /&gt;75) Your "baon" or pack lunch is usually something over rice.&lt;br /&gt;76) You eat rice for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;77) You wash and re-use plastic utensils and styrofoam cups.&lt;br /&gt;78) You have a supply of frozen "lumpia" or spring roll in the freezer.&lt;br /&gt;79) You have an ice-shaver for making halo-halo.&lt;br /&gt;80) You got to have a bottle of "Jufran" handy at all times.&lt;br /&gt;81) You know that chocolate meat isn't really made out of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;82) You spend Holy Week either performing acts of penitence or vacationing.&lt;br /&gt;83) You get together with the family at a cemetery on All Saints' Day to eat, drink, and tell stories by your loved ones' graves.&lt;br /&gt;    And finally,&lt;br /&gt;84) You think the Christmas season begins in September and ends in January.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 64, 64);"&gt;"Ito ang mga huling taon ng dekada '80 at ang mga unang taon ng dekada '90. Ito ang panahong uso pa ang makiuso. Kung ginagaya mo ang style ng mga artista, hindi ka tatawaging jologs. Ito ang panahong tapos na ang martial law, pero malayo pa ang new millennium. Hindi pa high-tech pero di naman old fashioned. Saktong-sakto lang! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 128, 255);"&gt;Ito ang panahon natin. Pero pano mo malalaman kung kabilang ka sa henerasyong ito? Narito ang listahan na makapagpapatunay if you're one of us. R U?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 127, 0);"&gt;1. Paborito mong panoorin ang Shaider, Bio-man, Maskman, Mask Rider Black, Machine Man at kung ano-anong TV sitcom ng Japan na isinalin sa Tagalog. Break muna sa mga laro kapag alas singko na ng  hapon tuwing Sabado dahil panahon na para sa superhero marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 64, 159);"&gt;2. Alam mo ang jingle ng Nano-Nano. (isang kending lasang champoy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 255);"&gt;3. Nanood ka ng Takeshi's Castle at naniwala kang si Anjo Yllana talaga si Takeshi at si Smokey Manaloto ang kanyang alalay. (Pinagiisipan mo - pano sila lumalaban sa final challenge na parang nakasakay sila sa isang bumpcar at nagbabarilan sila gamit ang water gun gayong sa Japan ginagawa yun eh taga&lt;br /&gt;Pilipinas sila?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 127);"&gt;4. Alam mo ang pa-contest ng Kool 106 na uulit-ulitin mong bigkasin ang "Kool 106, Kool 106" hanggang maubusan ka ng hininga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 255);"&gt;5. Naglaro ka ng Shake-Shake Shampoo, Monkey-Monkey-Annabelle, prikidam 123, Langit-Lupa-Impyerno, Syato, Luksong-Tinik, Luksong-Baka, 10-20 at kung ano-ano pang larong nakakapagod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 127, 0);"&gt;6. Pumunta ang mga taga- MILO sa school niyo at namigay sila ng samples na nakalagay sa plastic cup na kasing laki  nung sa maliit na ice cream. (at nagtaka ka, bakit hindi ganito ang lasa ng MILO kapag tinitimpla ko sa bahay namin?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 255);"&gt;7. May malaking away ang mga METAL (mga punks na naka itim) at mga HIPHOP (mga taong naka maluwang na puruntong na kahit Makita na ang dalawang bundok.) Nag-aabangan sa mall na may dalang baseball bat at kung anu-ano pang mga sandata. Sikat ang kasabihang "PUNKS NOT DEAD!" pero kung gusto mong mag play safe, pwede mong tawagin ang sarili mong HIPTAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Alam mo ang universal uwian song na "Uwian na!" na kinakanta sa tono na parang doon sa kinakasal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 64, 255);"&gt;9. Nagpauto ka sa Batibot pero hindi sa ATBP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:navy;"  &gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 64, 64);"&gt;10. Nakipag-away ka para makapaglaro ng brick game. (hi-tech na yun noon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 64, 255);"&gt;11. Ang "text" noon ay mga 1"x1.5" na karton na may mga drawing ng pelikulang pinoy.  (at may dialog pa!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;12. Dalawa lang ang todong sumikat na wrestler, si Hulk Hogan at si Ultimate Warrior. Naniwala ka rin na namatay si Ultimate Warrior nang buhatin niya si Andre d' Giant dahil pumutok ang mga ugat niya sa muscle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 96);"&gt;13. Nagsayaw ka ng running man at kung anu-anong dance steps na nakapagpamukha sa'yong t**** sa saliw na kantang Ice Ice Baby, Wiggle It, Pray at Can't Touch This.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Hindi ka gaanong mahilig sa That's Entertainment at pinapanood mo lang ito tuwing Sabado kung saan nagpapagandahan ng production numbers ang Monday hanggang Friday group. (at badtrip ka sa Wednesday group dahil pinakabaduy lagi ang performance nila!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 64, 255);"&gt;15. Napaligaya ka ng maraming pinoy bands tulad ng Yano, Rivermaya, Grin Department, Tropical Depression, The Teeth, The Youth, After Image, Orient Pearl, The Dawn, Alamid, Wolfgang, at ang sikat na sikat na Eraserheads. (at aminin mong nakinig ka ng Siakol!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;16. Kilala mo ang Smokey Mountain, (first and second generation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 127, 0);"&gt;17. Hindi pa uso noon ang sapatos na may gulong. Noon, astig ka kapag umiilaw ang swelas ng sapatos mo tuwing ia-apak mo ito. Tinawag rin itong "Mighty Kid"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 255);"&gt;18. Kung lalaki ka, sikat na sikat sa'yo ang mga larong text, jolens, dampa (mga unang anyo ng pustahan), saranggola at ang dakilang manika niyo ay si GI-JOE with alipores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Kung babae ka naman, ang mga laro mo with you're girlfriends ay luto-lutuan, bahay-bahayan, doktor-doktoran, at kung anu-ano pang pagkukunwari . ang dakilang manika mo ay si Barbie. (Sikat ka kung meron kang bahay, kotse at kabaong ni Barbie.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 127, 0);"&gt;20. Naniwala kang original ang isang cap kapag may walong tahi sa visor nito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 255);"&gt;21. Swerte ka kapag panghapon ka dahil masusubaybayan mo ang mga kapanapanabik na kaganapan sa mga paborito mong cartoon shows tuwing umaga tulad ng Cedie, Sarah, at Dog of Landers a.k.a. Nelo. (Hindi ka ba nagtataka na sa lahat ng mga&lt;br /&gt;bida sa cartoons na ito, si Nelo lang ang di yumaman at namatay pa ng maaga)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;22. Alam mo ang ibig sabihin ng "TIME FIRST!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 191, 191);"&gt;23. alam mo din ang ibig sabihin ng "PERIOD NO ERASE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;24. for girls: malamang nag-away na kyo ng ibang friends mo dahil sa T.G.I.S. at Gimik! LOL! (jologs na kung jologs pero totoo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0);"&gt;25. madalas kang bumili ng "wonder boy" sa iyong suking tindahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 255);"&gt;26. nilalagyan mo ng pritos ring ang bawat daliri mo at kakainin mong isa-isa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 64, 159);"&gt;27. binabatukan mo ang mga kasama mo kapag nakakita ka ng kotseng kuba tapos  magtataas ka ng peace sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 127, 0);"&gt;28. at minsan yung linyang "PERIOD NO ERASE" ay may dagdag pang "AKIN PADLOCK, AKIN SUSI" (edi sayo! hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;29.noon: for little girls, hindi ka "in" pag wla kang pencil case na marameng pindutan at marameng lalagyan ng lapis at kung ano ano pa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 255);"&gt;30. noon: for boys and girls, specially sa barkada, "hook na hook" kayo sa x-men at nagrorole play kayo at claiming na kayo si storm, o kaya si cyclops, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 127, 0);"&gt;31. noon: wala ka sa "fashion" pag ala kang pop swatch (ur own personal wall clock at your wrist) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;32. kabisado mo ang 3:00 prayer dahil napapanood mo ito tuwing hapon, at kabisado mo din pati ung "we have just as one nation started the beautiful 3:00 habit...we hope that this becomes a daily habit with you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit kaya ganon? Kahit sang lupalop ka ng Pilipinas naroon, eh nakaka-relate ka sa mga pinagsasasabi ko. Siguro'y dahil wala pang cable at kakaunti lang ang pagpipiliang channels kaya parepareho tayo ng pinapanood. Maaaring wala pang playstation kaya kung anu-ano na lang ang naiimbentong laro na pwedeng gawin sa kalsada o sa isang bakanteng lote. Pero&lt;br /&gt;kung ano man ang dahilan sa pagkaparepareho natin ng&lt;br /&gt;karanasan, masaya na rin akong naging bata ako sa panahong ito. Masarap alalahanin at balik-balikan. Di ba?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-7294617292434256477?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/7294617292434256477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=7294617292434256477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/7294617292434256477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/7294617292434256477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/alaala-ng-mga-huling-taon-ng-deka-80.html' title='Alaala ng mga huling taon ng deka &apos;80'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-7314204948676184996</id><published>2008-07-07T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:48:01.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how true is this'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asshole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stomach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brain'/><title type='text'>How true is this?</title><content type='html'>How true is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHL6y4Y_gRI/AAAAAAAAAGc/pBju-jIv9mo/s1600-h/ATT1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHL6y4Y_gRI/AAAAAAAAAGc/pBju-jIv9mo/s320/ATT1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220510670113440018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHL6y0SneII/AAAAAAAAAGk/6m-QI-YmH60/s1600-h/ATT2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHL6y0SneII/AAAAAAAAAGk/6m-QI-YmH60/s320/ATT2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220510669012957314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHL6zCMj3VI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_swuXfbj1KM/s1600-h/ATT3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHL6zCMj3VI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_swuXfbj1KM/s320/ATT3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220510672745651538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the organs of the body were having a meeting, trying to decide who was the one in charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHL6zJ1ZyvI/AAAAAAAAAG0/8YQmjFzi12Y/s1600-h/ATT4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHL6zJ1ZyvI/AAAAAAAAAG0/8YQmjFzi12Y/s320/ATT4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220510674796006130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I should be in charge," said the brain , "Because I run all the body's systems, so without me nothing would happen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHL6zWUMcWI/AAAAAAAAAG8/QqAzpSR4nDI/s1600-h/ATT5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHL6zWUMcWI/AAAAAAAAAG8/QqAzpSR4nDI/s320/ATT5.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220510678146380130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I should be in charge," said the blood , "Because I circulate oxygen all over so without me you'd all waste away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I should be in charge," said the stomach," Because I process food and give all of you energy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHL-NxRMHDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dMMVQfAiSlg/s1600-h/ATT6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHL-NxRMHDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/dMMVQfAiSlg/s320/ATT6.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220514430593014834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I should be in charge," said the legs, "because I carry the body wherever it needs to go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHL-NxeUHzI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_E9wz8s46CE/s1600-h/ATT7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHL-NxeUHzI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_E9wz8s46CE/s320/ATT7.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220514430648065842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I should be in charge," said the eyes, "Because I allow the body to see where it goes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHL-OFyHQQI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Gt-YTcQ-3bg/s1600-h/ATT8.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHL-OFyHQQI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Gt-YTcQ-3bg/s320/ATT8.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220514436099817730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I should be in charge," said the rectum, "Because I'm responsible for waste removal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the other body parts laughed at the rectum And insulted him, so in a huff, he shut down tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within a few days, the brain had a terrible headache, the stomach was bloated, the legs got wobbly, the eyes got watery, and theblood Was toxic. They all decided that the rectum should be the boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Moral of the story?&lt;br /&gt;The asshole is usually in charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHL-OI772iI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pfO9HjvI284/s1600-h/ATT9.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHL-OI772iI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pfO9HjvI284/s320/ATT9.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220514436946319906" 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/5403403756128581126-7314204948676184996?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/7314204948676184996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=7314204948676184996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/7314204948676184996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/7314204948676184996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-true-is-this.html' title='How true is this?'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHL6y4Y_gRI/AAAAAAAAAGc/pBju-jIv9mo/s72-c/ATT1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-2303285457328608559</id><published>2008-07-07T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:08:18.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben Stein'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Perspective of God from Ben Stein</title><content type='html'>Something not to laugh about &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;If they know of him at all, many folks think Ben Stein is just a quirky actor/comedian who talks in a monotone. He's also a very intelligent attorney who knows how to put ideas and words together in such a way as to sway juries and make people think clearly.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The following was written by Ben Stein and recited by him on CBS Sunday Morning Commentary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herewith at this happy time of year, a few confessions from my beating heart: I have no freaking clue who Nick and Jessica are. I see them on the cover of People and Us constantly when I am buying my dog biscuits and kitty litter. I often ask the checkers at the grocery stores. They never know who Nick and Jessica are either. Who are they? Will it change my life if I know who they are and why they have broken up?&lt;br /&gt;Why are they so important?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I don't know who Lindsay Lohan is either, and I do not care at all about Tom Cruise's wife.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Am I going to be called before a Senate committee and asked if I am a subversive? Maybe, but I just have no clue who Nick and Jessica are.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If this is what it means to be no longer young. It's not so bad.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Next confession:&lt;br /&gt;I am a Jew, and every single one of my ancestors was Jewish. And it does not bother me even a little bit when people call those beautiful lit up, bejeweled trees Christmas trees. I don't feel threatened. I don' t feel discriminated against. That's what they are: Christmas trees.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It doesn't bother me a bit when people say, "Merry Christmas" to me.. I don't think they are slighting me or getting ready to put me in a ghetto. In fact, I kind of like it. It shows that we are all brothers and sisters celebrating this happy time of year. It doesn't bother me at all that there is a manger scene on display at a key intersection near my beach house in Malibu If people want a creche, it's just as fine&lt;br /&gt;with me as is the Menorah a few hundred yards away.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I don't like getting pushed around for being a Jew, and I don't think Christians like getting pushed around for being Christians. I think people who believe in God are sick and tired of getting pushed around, period. I have no idea where the concept came from that America  is an explicitly atheist country. I can't find it in the Constitution, and I don't like it being shoved down my throat.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I can put it another way: where did the idea come from that we should worship Nick and Jessica and we aren't allowed to worship God as we understand Him?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I guess that's a sign that I'm getting old, too.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But there are a lot of us who are wondering where Nick and Jessica came from and where the America  we knew went to.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In light of the many jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little different: This is not intended to be a joke; it's not funny, it's intended to get you thinking.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Billy Graham's daughter was interviewed on the Early Show and Jane Clayson asked her  "How could God let something like this Happen?"&lt;br /&gt;(regarding Katrina)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Anne Graham gave an extremely profound and insightful response. She said, "I believe God is deeply saddened by this, just as we are, but for years we've been telling God to get out of our schools, to get out of our government and to get out of our lives.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And being the gentleman He is, I believe He has calmly backed out. How can we expect God to give us His blessing and His protection if we demand He leave us alone?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In light of recent events...terrorists attack, school shootings, etc. I think it started when Madeleine Murray O'Hare (she was murdered, her body found recently) complained she didn't want prayer in our schools, and we said OK.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then someone said you better not read the Bible in school. The Bible says thou shalt not kill, thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbor as yourself. And we said OK.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn't spank our children when they misbehave because their little personalities would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem (Dr. Spock's son committed suicide).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said an expert should know what he's talking about and we said OK.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don't know right from wrong, and why it doesn't bother them to kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Probably, if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out. I think it has a great deal to do with "WE REAP WHAT WE SOW."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Funny how you can send 'jokes' through e-mail and they spread like wildfire but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Funny how lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene articles pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion of God is suppressed in the school and workplace.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Are you laughing?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Funny how when you forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Funny how we can be more worried about what other people think of us than what God thinks of us.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pass it on if you think it has merit. If not then just discard it.... no one will know you did. But, if you discard this thought process, don't sit back and complain about what bad shape the world is in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-2303285457328608559?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/2303285457328608559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=2303285457328608559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/2303285457328608559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/2303285457328608559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/perspective-of-god-from-ben-stein.html' title='Perspective of God from Ben Stein'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-7660166651891457594</id><published>2008-07-07T21:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T21:59:43.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creation story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creation'/><title type='text'>Creation Explained</title><content type='html'>In the beginning, God created the Heavens and the Earth and populated&lt;br /&gt;the Earth with broccoli, cauliflower and spinach, green and yellow and&lt;br /&gt;red vegetables of all kinds, so Man and Woman would live long and&lt;br /&gt;healthy lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then using God's great gifts, Satan created Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;and Krispy Creme Donuts. And Satan said, "You want chocolate with&lt;br /&gt;that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Man said, "Yes!" and Woman said, "and as long as you're at it, add&lt;br /&gt;some sprinkles." And they gained 10 pounds. And Satan smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God created the healthful yogurt that Woman might keep the figure&lt;br /&gt;that Man found so fair. And Satan brought forth white flour from the&lt;br /&gt;wheat, and sugar from the cane and combined them. And Woman went from&lt;br /&gt;size 6 to size 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So God said, "Try my fresh green salad." And Satan presented&lt;br /&gt;Thousand-Island Dressing, buttery croutons and garlic toast on the&lt;br /&gt;side. And Man and Woman unfastened their belts following the repast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God then said, "I have sent you heart healthy vegetables and olive oil&lt;br /&gt;in which to cook them." And Satan brought forth deep fried fish and&lt;br /&gt;chicken-fried steak so big it needed its own platter. And Man gained&lt;br /&gt;more weight and his cholesterol went through the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God then created a light, fluffy white cake, named it "Angel Food&lt;br /&gt;Cake," and said, "It is good."  Satan then created chocolate cake and&lt;br /&gt;named it "Devil's Food."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God then brought forth running shoes so that His children might lose&lt;br /&gt;those extra pounds. And Satan gave cable TV with a remote control so&lt;br /&gt;Man would not have to toil changing the channels. And Man and Woman&lt;br /&gt;laughed and cried before the flickering blue light and gained pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then God brought forth the potato, naturally low in fat and brimming&lt;br /&gt;with nutrition. And Satan peeled off the healthful skin and sliced the&lt;br /&gt;starchy center into chips and deep-fried them. And Man gained pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God then gave lean beef so that Man might consume fewer calories and&lt;br /&gt;still satisfy his appetite. And Satan created McDonald's and its&lt;br /&gt;99-cent double cheeseburger. Then said, "You want fries with that?" And&lt;br /&gt;Man replied, "Yes! And super size them!" And Satan said, "It is good."&lt;br /&gt;And Man went into cardiac arrest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God sighed and created quadruple bypass surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Satan created HMOs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send instant messages to your online friends http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, God created the Heavens and the Earth and populated&lt;br /&gt;the Earth with broccoli, cauliflower and spinach, green and yellow and&lt;br /&gt;red vegetables of all kinds, so Man and Woman would live long and&lt;br /&gt;healthy lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then using God's great gifts, Satan created Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;and Krispy Creme Donuts. And Satan said, "You want chocolate with&lt;br /&gt;that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Man said, "Yes!" and Woman said, "and as long as you're at it, add&lt;br /&gt;some sprinkles." And they gained 10 pounds. And Satan smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God created the healthful yogurt that Woman might keep the figure&lt;br /&gt;that Man found so fair. And Satan brought forth white flour from the&lt;br /&gt;wheat, and sugar from the cane and combined them. And Woman went from&lt;br /&gt;size 6 to size 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So God said, "Try my fresh green salad." And Satan presented&lt;br /&gt;Thousand-Island Dressing, buttery croutons and garlic toast on the&lt;br /&gt;side. And Man and Woman unfastened their belts following the repast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God then said, "I have sent you heart healthy vegetables and olive oil&lt;br /&gt;in which to cook them." And Satan brought forth deep fried fish and&lt;br /&gt;chicken-fried steak so big it needed its own platter. And Man gained&lt;br /&gt;more weight and his cholesterol went through the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God then created a light, fluffy white cake, named it "Angel Food&lt;br /&gt;Cake," and said, "It is good."  Satan then created chocolate cake and&lt;br /&gt;named it "Devil's Food."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God then brought forth running shoes so that His children might lose&lt;br /&gt;those extra pounds. And Satan gave cable TV with a remote control so&lt;br /&gt;Man would not have to toil changing the channels. And Man and Woman&lt;br /&gt;laughed and cried before the flickering blue light and gained pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then God brought forth the potato, naturally low in fat and brimming&lt;br /&gt;with nutrition. And Satan peeled off the healthful skin and sliced the&lt;br /&gt;starchy center into chips and deep-fried them. And Man gained pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God then gave lean beef so that Man might consume fewer calories and&lt;br /&gt;still satisfy his appetite. And Satan created McDonald's and its&lt;br /&gt;99-cent double cheeseburger. Then said, "You want fries with that?" And&lt;br /&gt;Man replied, "Yes! And super size them!" And Satan said, "It is good."&lt;br /&gt;And Man went into cardiac arrest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God sighed and created quadruple bypass surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Satan created HMOs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-7660166651891457594?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/7660166651891457594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=7660166651891457594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/7660166651891457594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/7660166651891457594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/creation-explained.html' title='Creation Explained'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-539711789496567836</id><published>2008-07-07T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T21:51:11.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carry Your Cross (Think about it)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHLssnj7loI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XIErHpUmlMY/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHLssnj7loI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XIErHpUmlMY/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220495169353913986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHLss0cCylI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Ytfc6Bkxf3g/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHLss0cCylI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Ytfc6Bkxf3g/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220495172810492498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHLstOMbVeI/AAAAAAAAAE8/430L3vLLV3I/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHLstOMbVeI/AAAAAAAAAE8/430L3vLLV3I/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220495179724314082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHLstbiG9kI/AAAAAAAAAFE/g8G7JgNszZM/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHLstbiG9kI/AAAAAAAAAFE/g8G7JgNszZM/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220495183304914498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHLstbl-qpI/AAAAAAAAAFM/go6ZIbqXZ8I/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHLstbl-qpI/AAAAAAAAAFM/go6ZIbqXZ8I/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220495183321148050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHLtJnvuOyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/lbXlEEpcxx4/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHLtJnvuOyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/lbXlEEpcxx4/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220495667619576610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHLtJ6A1J6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/91vPPHuP7F0/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHLtJ6A1J6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/91vPPHuP7F0/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220495672523171746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHLtJ_CdPMI/AAAAAAAAAFk/BKidE_J8TiY/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHLtJ_CdPMI/AAAAAAAAAFk/BKidE_J8TiY/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220495673872170178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHLtJ5wP7oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qZLPgzbeeSY/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHLtJ5wP7oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qZLPgzbeeSY/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220495672453623426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHLtKNyvm_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/8dUR-BooZME/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHLtKNyvm_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/8dUR-BooZME/s320/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220495677832797170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHLx-x6_uPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/mRzmDS-MCPU/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHLx-x6_uPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/mRzmDS-MCPU/s320/11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220500978930792690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHLx-912qFI/AAAAAAAAAGE/iEuxNfaBjvA/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHLx-912qFI/AAAAAAAAAGE/iEuxNfaBjvA/s320/12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220500982130452562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHLx_ByCDAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/PDpNkc9XP90/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHLx_ByCDAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/PDpNkc9XP90/s320/13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220500983188163586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHLx_BCaTOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Gwrrs8WFAWA/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHLx_BCaTOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Gwrrs8WFAWA/s320/14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220500982988426466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's always trust that everything that happens in our lives be it good or&lt;br /&gt;bad has a purpose. Let us allow God to use the circumstances in our lives and&lt;br /&gt;mould us into the best persons we can be. Remember that He is just beside&lt;br /&gt;us... watching and caring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-539711789496567836?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/539711789496567836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=539711789496567836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/539711789496567836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/539711789496567836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/carry-your-cross-think-about-it.html' title='Carry Your Cross (Think about it)'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHLssnj7loI/AAAAAAAAAEs/XIErHpUmlMY/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-6500595725493995392</id><published>2008-07-07T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T20:49:50.028-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filipino humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bill gates'/><title type='text'>Bill Gates Recruits a New Chairman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bill Gates organized an enormous  session to recruit a new Chairman for Microsoft Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5000 candidates  assembled in a large room.&lt;br /&gt;One candidate is MARIO DIMACULANGAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill  Gates: Thank you for coming. Those who do not know JAVA may  leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000  people leave the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARIO says to himself, 'I do not know JAVA but I  have nothing to lose if I stay. I'll give it a try.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates:  Candidates who never had experience of managing more than 100 people may leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000 people leave the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario says to himself, 'I never  managed  anybody but myself but I have nothing to lose if I stay. What can happen  to me?'&lt;br /&gt;So he stays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates: Candidates who do not have  management diplomas may leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;500 people leave the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario  says to himself, 'I left school at 15 but what have I got to lose?' So he stays  in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Bill Gates asked the candidates who do not speak  Serbo- Croat to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;498 people leave the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario says to  himself, ' I do not speak one word of Serbo-Croat but what do I have to lose?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he stays and finds himself with one other candidate. Everyone else  has gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates joined them and said   'Apparently you are the only two candidates who speak Serbo-Croat, so I'd now like to hear you have a conversation together in that language.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calmly, Mario turns to the  other candidate and says, `Ano ba yan,&lt;br /&gt;dong?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other candidate  answers  'Ewan,  pare....'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-6500595725493995392?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/6500595725493995392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=6500595725493995392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/6500595725493995392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/6500595725493995392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/bill-gates-recruits-new-chairman.html' title='Bill Gates Recruits a New Chairman'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-3006903975507501357</id><published>2008-07-07T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T20:38:20.580-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coca cola'/><title type='text'>Water or Coke?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHLgtvVsbaI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xU8X-VabcaQ/s1600-h/water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHLgtvVsbaI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xU8X-VabcaQ/s320/water.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220481994482019746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   75% of Americans are chronically dehydrated. (Likely applies to half the world population)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  In 37% of Americans, the thirst mechanism is so weak that it is mistaken for hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Even MILD dehydration will slow down one's metabolism as 3%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  One glass of water will shut down midnight hunger pangs for almost 100% of the dieters studied in a University of Washington study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Lack of water, the No. 1 trigger of daytime fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Preliminary research indicates that 8-10 glasses of water a day could significantly ease back and joint pain for up to 80% of sufferers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  A mere 2% drop in body water can trigger fuzzy short-term memory, trouble with basic math, and difficulty focusing on the computer screen or on a printed page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Drinking 5 glasses of water daily decreases the risk of colon cancer by 45%, plus it can slash the risk of breast cancer by 79%., and one is 50% less likely to develop bladder cancer. Are you drinking the amount of water you should drink every day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHLg6tYoFqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-Lx-2jrW4lE/s1600-h/coke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHLg6tYoFqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-Lx-2jrW4lE/s320/coke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220482217295746722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  In many states the Highway Patrol carries two gallons of Coke in the trunk to remove blood from the highway after a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  You can put a T-bone steak in a bowl of Coke and it will be gone in two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  To clean a toilet: Pour a can of Coca-Cola into the toilet bowl and let the "real thing" sit for one hour, then flush clean. The citric acid in Coke removes stains from vitreous China .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  To remove rust spots from chrome car bumpers: Rub the bumper with a rumpled-up piece of Reynolds Wrap aluminum foil dipped in Coca-Cola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  To clean corrosion from car battery terminals: Pour a can of Coca-Cola over the terminals to bubble away the corrosion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  To loosen a rusted bolt: Apply a cloth soaked in Coca-Cola to the rusted bolt for several minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.   To bake a moist ham: Empty a can of Coca-Cola into the baking pan, wrap the ham in aluminum foil, and bake. Thirty minutes before ham is finished, remove the foil, allowing the drippings to mix with the Coke for a sumptuous brown gravy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  To remove grease from clothes: Empty a can of Coke into the load of greasy clothes, add detergent, and run through a regular cycle. The Coca-Cola will help loosen grease stains. It will also clean road haze from your windshield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR YOUR INFORMATION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The active ingredient in Coke is phosphoric acid. It will dissolve a nail in about four days. Phosphoric acid also leaches calcium from bones and is a major contributor to the rising increase of osteoporosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  To carry Coca-Cola syrup (the concentrate) the commercial trucks must use a Hazardous Material place cards reserved for highly corrosive materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The distributors of Coke have been using it to clean engines of their trucks for about 20 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the question is, would you like a glass of Water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or Coke?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-3006903975507501357?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/3006903975507501357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=3006903975507501357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/3006903975507501357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/3006903975507501357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/water-or-coke.html' title='Water or Coke?'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHLgtvVsbaI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xU8X-VabcaQ/s72-c/water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-2052803237051785055</id><published>2008-07-07T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T20:19:26.122-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>You know you are living in 2008 when...</title><content type='html'>1. You accidentally enter your PIN on the microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don't have e-mail addresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn't even have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You get up in the morning and go on line before getting your coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. You're reading this and nodding and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a #9 on this list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-2052803237051785055?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/2052803237051785055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=2052803237051785055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/2052803237051785055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/2052803237051785055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-know-you-are-living-in-2008-when.html' title='You know you are living in 2008 when...'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-6161165525647698431</id><published>2008-07-07T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T20:18:39.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trivia'/><title type='text'>Amazing Trivias</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 1400's a law was set forth in England that a man was allowed to beat his wife with a stick no thicker than his thumb. Hence we have "the rule of thumb"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago in Scotland , a new game was invented. It was ruled "Gentlemen Only...Ladies Forbidden"...and thus the word GOLF entered into the English language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first couple to be shown in bed together on prime time TV were Fred and Wilma Flintstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day more money is printed for Monopoly than the U.S. Treasury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men can read smaller print than women can; women can hear better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coca-Cola was originally green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is impossible to lick your elbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The State with the highest percentage of people who walk to work:&lt;br /&gt;Alaska&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The percentage of Africa that is wilderness: 28% (now get this...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The percentage of North America that is wilderness: 38%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cost of raising a medium-size dog to the age of eleven: $ 16,400&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average number of people airborne over the U.S. in any given hour:&lt;br /&gt;61,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent people have more zinc and copper in their hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first novel ever written on a typewriter: Tom Sawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The San Francisco Cable cars are the only mobile National Monuments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each king in a deck of playing cards represents a great king from history:&lt;br /&gt;Spades - King David&lt;br /&gt;Hearts - Charlemagne&lt;br /&gt;Clubs -Alexander, the Great&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds - Julius Caesar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111,111,111 x 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987,654,321&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a statue in the park of a person on a horse has both front legs in the air, the person died in battle. If the horse has one front leg in the air the person died as a result of wounds received in battle. If the horse has all four legs on the ground, the person died of natural causes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Only two people signed the Declaration of Independence on July 4th, John Hancock and Charles Thomson. Most of the rest signed on August 2, but the last signature wasn't added until 5 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Half of all Americans live within 50 miles of what?&lt;br /&gt;A. Their birthplace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Most boat owners name their boats. What is the most popular boat name requested?&lt;br /&gt;A. Obsession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. If you were to spell out numbers, how far would you have to go until you would find the letter "A"?&lt;br /&gt;A. One thousand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What do bulletproof vests, fire escapes, windshield wipers, and laser printers all have in common?&lt;br /&gt;A. All were invented by women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is the only food that doesn't spoil?&lt;br /&gt;A. Honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Which day are there more collect calls than any other day of the year?&lt;br /&gt;A. Father's Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Shakespeare's time, mattresses were secured on bed frames by ropes.&lt;br /&gt;When you pulled on the ropes the mattress tightened, making the bed firmer to sleep on. Hence the phrase......... "goodnight, sleep tight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the accepted practice in Babylon 4,000 years ago that for a month after the wedding, the bride's father would supply his son-in-law with all the mead he could drink. Mead is a honey beer and because their calendar was lunar based, this period was called the honey month, which we know today as the honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In English pubs, ale is ordered by pints and quarts... So in old England , when customers got unruly, the bartender would yell at them "Mind your pints and quarts, and settle down."&lt;br /&gt;It's where we get the phrase "mind your P's and Q's"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago in England , pub frequenters had a whistle baked into the rim, or handle, of their ceramic cups. When they needed a refill, they used the whistle to get some service. "Wet your whistle" is the phrase inspired by this practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least 75% of people who read this will try to lick their elbow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't delete this just because it looks weird.. Believe it or not, you can read it.&lt;br /&gt;I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid Aoccdrnig to rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-6161165525647698431?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/6161165525647698431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=6161165525647698431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/6161165525647698431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/6161165525647698431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/amazing-trivias.html' title='Amazing Trivias'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-6798892804281084082</id><published>2008-07-07T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T20:05:05.438-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filipino invasion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filipino'/><title type='text'>The Filipino Invasion</title><content type='html'>New City Magazine - April 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If centuries ago European colonizers went far and wide to conquer countries and peoples with the sword, a new colonization is taking place today, which no one knows about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;It's past 11pm on the tramcar in a northern Italian city. Few people, one spoken language: Tagalog. Probably Italians at this hour prefer riding their own car. Instead, constantly chatting, my Filipina friends are returning home after a hard day's work. And yet there is an aura of serenity among them, which makes this gray town glitter.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Aurora is working as a maid, but the family she is working with has given her a car, a beautiful room, and the keys to the house. Now they are trying to bring her husband over from the Philippines as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I only could find a Filipina to work for me," exclaims a friend when I ask him how Italians feel about Pinays. "They're appreciated not only for their kindness, their hardworking habits, or their faithfulness to Catholic tradition. There is something more."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Florence, a city of art wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of a square near the "Duomo" together with a GMA7 reporter, we spot a small group of Filipinos working at a construction site. "Are you happy to be here?" we ask. The reply: "Yes!" "Would you like to go back to the Philippines? " "No!" "Why not?" "We are treated fairly and people really admire us, our way of doing things."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yes, although sometimes sadly enough, Overseas Filipino Workers are exploited by their families for the money they make, they are much in demand abroad, as the fresh air needed in a warm room. It's a peaceful invasion, of the kind that you don't know is happening, but it's quietly changing the world. It's the Filipino invasion.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In the last 20 years those millions of Filipinos who have left our country have slowly started to change the culture of the countries that welcome them. Of course sometimes they end up being exploited, work long hours for little money, but when and where they are welcomed, they are able to show the world the Filipino's true resilience. And let's stop looking Filipinos in showbiz, or those who may have made it to important jobs. This is not a beauty contest. Instead it's an everlasting contribution Filipinos give to the world: their own soul.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Once, for example, Cardinal Sin sent 11 Filipino priests to Rome for a short course. As he did not have enough funds but was confident that God would help them, he sent them on one-way tickets. Then in Rome, one day he received a call from an Italian.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After identifying himself, the caller said: "You don't know me. I am an executive of FIAT (one of the largest corporations in Italy). I want to tell you a story. Can we meet for dinner? At your convenience and at your pleasure."&lt;br /&gt;Intrigued, Cardinal Sin immediately made the appointment. Over dinner, the executive narrated: "I employ a Pinay OFW to take care of my six-year old daughter. This maid never fails to go to Mass on Sundays. Being rather close to her nanny, my daughter began to go with her to Sunday Mass. My daughter's seventh birthday was soon approaching so I asked her what she wanted for her birthday. She said simply: 'I don't want any gift. I just want you and Mama to join me at Mass on my birthday. It sounded simple and so I said 'yes,' as I love my daughter very dearly.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Now I would like to tell you a little secret. At that point, my wife and I had already gone our separate ways. We lived in one house, but each of us was free to pursue our own happiness. No questions. No answers.. No talk. No misunderstanding. We had also stopped going to the sacraments..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"The birthday came and we went to Mass on schedule. At church, I was surprised to find so many Filipinos who were all smiling. And then they began to sing: so heavenly! It was the most beautiful Mass I had ever attended!&lt;br /&gt;During the Mass, I felt God touching my life again. I felt God once again, He to whom I owe so much. Well, that was not our last Mass together. We now go to Sunday Mass regularly. My wife and I have discovered each other once again. We are reconciled, and my small family is whole once again, thanks to my Pinay maid.&lt;br /&gt;"Of course, the Pinay will stay with us for a long time. I have rewarded her with some cash for her relatives in the Philippines . But I want to do something also for the church in the Philippines . Is there something I can do?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cardinal Sin cleared his throat and then told him: "In fact, I have 11 priests here with me looking for their fare to return to the Philippines."&lt;br /&gt;The executive excused himself, made some phone calls and returned to his seat. He pulled out his checkbook and wrote a check for an amount slightly higher than the plane fare. Then they said goodbye.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is what Filipinos are doing around the world, without any fuss, without strong statements, and just by their own presence. If centuries ago European colonizers went abroad far and wide to conquer countries and peoples with the sword, a new colonization is taking place today, and no one knows about it. But it's just as powerful and effective, even if today they are often dismissed as "maids" or "nurses." Yes, maids, nurses, seafarers, but with a soul that can change everything around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlo Gentile with Eddy Co Chua&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-6798892804281084082?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/6798892804281084082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=6798892804281084082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/6798892804281084082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/6798892804281084082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/filipino-invasion.html' title='The Filipino Invasion'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-1570194499193371617</id><published>2008-07-07T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T19:44:09.713-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sandwich'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filipino kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='betamax'/><title type='text'>To all the Filipino kids born in the 50s,60s,70s, and early 80s</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ormb3oVNDCg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ormb3oVNDCg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO ALL THE FILIPINO KIDS WHO WERE BORN IN THE 1950's, 60' s, 70's and early 80's !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;First, some of us survived being born to mothers who did not have an OB-Gyne and drank San Miguel Beer while they carried us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;While pregnant, they took cold or cough medicine, ate isaw (chicken intestines),and didn't worry about diabetes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Then after all that trauma, our baby cribs were made of hard wood covered with lead-based paints, even out walkers were made of hard wood...and they didn't have wheels!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We had no soft cushy cribs that play music, no disposable diapers (only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lampin&lt;/span&gt; - cloth), and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, no kneepads, most of the time our bikes don't even have breaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As children, we would ride in hot non-airconditioned buses with wooden seats (remember the red JD bus?),or cars with no airconditioning &amp;amp; no seat belts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Riding on the back of a carabao on a breezy summer day was considered a treat. (Kids today don't even see carabaos anymore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle purchased from 7/11 (sometimes we'd even drink straight from the faucet or pump).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We shared one soft drink bottle with four of our friends, and NO ONE actually died from this. Or contacted hepatitis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We ate rice with star margarine, drank raw eggs straight from the shell, and drank softdrinks with real sugar in it (no diet cokes for us!), but we weren't sick or overweight.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We would leave home in the morning and play all day, and get back when the streetlights came on. We had fun playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;patintero&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tumbang preso&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;habulan&lt;/span&gt; (who's it) and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taguan&lt;/span&gt; (hide and seek).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No one was able to reach us all day (no cellphones, no beepers). And yes, we were O.K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We would spend hours building our wooden trolleys (with wheels made of bearings) or plywood slides out of scraps and then ride down the street, only to find out we forgot the brakes! After hitting the sidewalk or falling into a canal (sewage channel) a few times, we learned to solve the problem ourselves with our bare &amp;amp; dirty hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We did not have PlayStations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 100 channels on cable, no DVD movies, no surround stereo, no IPod's, no cellphones, no computers, no Internet, no chat rooms, and no Friendsters/MySpaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...WE HAD REAL FRIENDS and we went outside to actually talk and play with them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no stupid lawsuits from these accidents.The only rubbing we get is from our friends with the words, "did that hurt?" But if your friend was mad, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beh buti nga!&lt;/span&gt;" (bleh! Good for you!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We played marbles (jolens) in the dirt , washed our hands just a little and ate dirty ice cream &amp;amp; fish balls. We were not afraid of getting germs in our stomachs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We had to live with homemade guns - made of wood, tied with rubberbands - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sumpit &lt;/span&gt;(blow dart), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tirador &lt;/span&gt;(slingshot) and whatever toys that could hurt, and yet everyone still had fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We made up games with sticks (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;syatong&lt;/span&gt;), and cans (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tumbang preso&lt;/span&gt;) and although we were told they were dangerous, we played on. No body ended up blind or dead! Although once in a while, somebody gets a bump on the head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We walked, rode bikes, or took tricycles to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them to jump out the window!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mini basketball teams had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't pass had to learn to deal with the disappointment. No "childhood depression" and "damaged self esteem" nonsense. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang pikon, talo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Parents are there only to make sure that their kids are ok, not to get involved and to fight with other parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;That generation of ours has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers, creative thinkers and successful professionals ever! They are the CEO's, Engineers, Doctors and Military Generals of today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We had failure, success, and responsibility. We learned from our mistakes the hard way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You might want to share this with others who've had the luck to grow up as real kids. We were lucky indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And if you like, forward it to your kids too, so they will know how brave their parents were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It kind of makes you wanna go out and climb a tree, doesn't it?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;PS - The big letters are because your eyes may not be able to read this if they were typed any smaller (at your age).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-1570194499193371617?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/1570194499193371617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=1570194499193371617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/1570194499193371617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/1570194499193371617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-all-filipino-kids-born-in-50s60s70s.html' title='To all the Filipino kids born in the 50s,60s,70s, and early 80s'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-4462459491606939470</id><published>2008-07-07T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T18:04:30.391-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cliche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='korean drama'/><title type='text'>Korean Drama Cliches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/oyen.kai/SG9Zxn5ewUI/AAAAAAAAACg/PqldnHH0Bvk/kimsamsoon.jpg?imgmax=800"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/oyen.kai/SG9Zxn5ewUI/AAAAAAAAACg/PqldnHH0Bvk/kimsamsoon.jpg?imgmax=800" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Hot, rich, younger men love fat, older vulgar women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If you have a best guy friend, he is in love with you. And secretly you are too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) You and your boyfriend will always playfully chase each other on an ice rink, at the beach, or in the leaves. And you'll laugh for no reason and your boyfriend will hit you "playfully" but the force of his push will have you flying across the room. But it's okay. Cuz you're still laughing like a crazy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Brothers/cousin/uncles-newphews will always love the same girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) You're allowed to make uturns wherever you want in Korea. And there is never traffic on the side you want to u turn to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) There is a super quick payment device that allows you to pay a bill quickly enough for a guy to run immediately out of a restaurant after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Everyone has &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1215477190_0"&gt;cancer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) If you're  sick, all you need is an IV to make you feel lots better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) There is vomit and urine all over Seoul at nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Fighting at a pojangmacha with a random stranger is merely part of a normal night's event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Soju must cost 10 cents. Everyone drinks it everyday all the time, especially the poor people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) If you're rich, you're a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) If you're poor, you're an angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Women sleep and wake up with a full set of makeup on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) You're not studying hard enough unless you get a nosebleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHK5IsdQpqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/T-__lh8iGuw/s1600-h/fullhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHK5IsdQpqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/T-__lh8iGuw/s320/fullhouse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220438477099804322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) If you have a nosebleed, you most definately have cancer. And you have no money to pay for the surgery that will save your life. And your liver is missing. We're not sure where it went, but it's making your cancer progress faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) If you work in a sool jeep, you have massively curly hair and wear flashy colors from the early 90's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) You always order orange juice or coffee at  a cafe. And you never drink it. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) You will always call your boyfriend by his job title. Or simply sunbaenim. Never his name. Never. He doesn't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) If you TRULY love each other, you must die together in the end. Frozen outside instead of finding shelter like sane people. Just frozen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) You go to America you come back miraculously successful. You go to England you come back amazingly fashionable. You stay in Korea the only thing that changes is your hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) And if you come back with no apparent reason then it's because you have cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Everyone always goes to the same hospital no matter where they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) If you stand out in the rain for more than five minutes, you'll end up with a fever and vertigo and people will rush you to the hospital to get some magic IV. And instead of taking an ambulance or driving they'll race you on their back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Even if you're poor and can't  eat, you never wear the same clothes twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) If you play a poor kid, you always have dirt on your face and your hair is always messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) If you're saving someone from being hit from a car, you'll push them out of the way and wait for the car to hit you instead. biggrin.gif couldnt be more true, their like a deer in headlights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Everyone has a long lost sister/brother/twin. Usually one they didn't know about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) If you don't want to answer your phone, you can't just turn it off. The battery&lt;br /&gt;needs to be taken out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) All korean men can drink hard, smoke long, sing well and play piano. Usually all at the same time. And at the same restaurant that has a piano that they let anyone use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHK8JoTlB5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/0UcJmFHOjmM/s1600-h/princess-hours.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHK8JoTlB5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/0UcJmFHOjmM/s320/princess-hours.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220441791700207506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) If you're in a relationship, you must at one point leave and have your lover tearfully come RIGHT before you board the plane (vice versa applies as well. You can be the chaser). 60% of the time you see each other, the other 40% you're roaming around in circles and pass each other about six times, but miraculously never see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) If you're getting off a plane, you're ALWAYS wearing sunglasses. ALWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) All guys wear hideous tracksuits zipped up to their neck. Even if all they're doing is jumproping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Girls will always storm off because they're mad and the guy will stoically grab them by the arm and swing them back- and by magic, not dislocate their shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Guys always look like they're 6 feet tall, even if they're only 5'10. Thank you camera angles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Guys like to wear foundation, eyeliner and sometimes a smudge of lipliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) You always get stuck in an elevator with someone who makes you feel uncomfortable. Even if there are six different elevators, you'll always be stuck in the same one with that bastard you hate (or just fought with).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) Unless you're fabulously rich, your in-laws will  always hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) So will your sister-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) Your brother-in-law might be pining away for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) There are only 2 ways to kiss. You either press your lips against theirs with your mouth completely shut, and just press away for a very long and uncomfortable time. OR you devour the other person and suck out their soul. In both instances, the world spins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) A guy will always get the right size ring, even if you're never held hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) People stare off into space and ponder a lot. They'll just stop in the middle of the road and watch a leaf on a tree for a good three minutes, and just ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) You'll get pregnant the first time you have sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) You'll get pregnant if he kisses you on the forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) Hell- you'll get pregnant if you hold hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHK8hPUT06I/AAAAAAAAAEU/ONFk_bNj5E8/s1600-h/sassygirlchunhyang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SHK8hPUT06I/AAAAAAAAAEU/ONFk_bNj5E8/s320/sassygirlchunhyang.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220442197309248418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) If you overcome great obstacles to be together, one of you must die. Probably due to cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) One korean man can kick the butts of 6 gangstas. Especially when they all stand in a circle and attack the guy one by one. Then when each of them get their butts OWNED, they wise up and attack the guy at the same time. Then the guy will get pulverized and bleed out onto the dusty concrete floor of the empty warehouse they've found to fight in. There will be a fire in a trashcan somewhere. And the girl will have watched this the entire time, screaming in horror. Instead of calling 119, she'll just watch and cry. But it's okay. Cuz the next day the guy will be fine with a few random bandages and a few face scars. But never a black eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) It ain't a real fight unless the gangstas fight dirty with a stick or switchblade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) If you study in the states (perferably Harvard), you are one of the top students and can speak perfect English (as assumed by the reactions of those around you). Why the rest of the world OUTSIDE of the TV can't understand a single word uttered out of your melodramatic mouth is beyond me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-4462459491606939470?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/4462459491606939470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=4462459491606939470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/4462459491606939470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/4462459491606939470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/korean-drama-cliches.html' title='Korean Drama Cliches'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/oyen.kai/SG9Zxn5ewUI/AAAAAAAAACg/PqldnHH0Bvk/s72-c/kimsamsoon.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5403403756128581126.post-6079393132496124525</id><published>2008-07-07T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T17:31:37.359-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='color'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>The Meaning of Color and Your Birthday</title><content type='html'>Write your answers on a piece of paper, and NO cheating!! The answers follow right after the 9 questions, so be careful that you don't "accidentally" cheat :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Which is your favorite color out of: red , black , blue , green , or yellow ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your first initial?     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your month of birth?    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Which color do you like more, black or white?     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Name of a person of the same sex as yours.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite number? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you like Flying or Driving more?      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you like a lake or the ocean more?     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're done, here are meanings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you chose:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;  - You are alert and your life is full of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt;  - You are conservative and aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Green  &lt;/span&gt;- Your soul is relaxed and you are laid back .  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blue  &lt;/span&gt;- You are spontaneous and love kisses and affection from the ones you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yellow  &lt;/span&gt;- You are a very happy person and give good advice to those who are down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you r initial is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A-K&lt;/span&gt; : You have a lot of love and friendships in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L-R&lt;/span&gt; : You try to enjoy your life to the maximum &amp;amp; your love life is soon to blossom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S-Z&lt;/span&gt;  : You like to help others and your future love life looks very good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you were born in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jan-Mar&lt;/span&gt;: The year will go very well for you and you will discover that you fall in love with someone totally unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April-June&lt;/span&gt;: You will have a strong love relationship that will not last long but the memories will last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July-Sep&lt;/span&gt;: You will have a great year and will experience a major life-changing experience for the goo d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oct-Dec&lt;/span&gt;: Your love life will not be great, but eventually you will find your soul mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you chose:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt;: Your life will take on a different direction, it will seem hard at the time but will be the best thing for you, and you will be glad for the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;White&lt;/span&gt;: You will have a friend who completely confides in you and would do anything for you, but you may not realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. This person is your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 This is how many close friends you have in your lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you chose:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flying&lt;/span&gt;: You like adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Driving&lt;/span&gt;: You are a laid back person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you chose:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lake&lt;/span&gt;: You are loyal to your friends and your lover and are very reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ocean&lt;/span&gt;: You are spontaneous and like to please people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5403403756128581126-6079393132496124525?l=oyenemailforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/feeds/6079393132496124525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5403403756128581126&amp;postID=6079393132496124525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/6079393132496124525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5403403756128581126/posts/default/6079393132496124525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oyenemailforward.blogspot.com/2008/07/meaning-of-color-and-your-birthday.html' title='The Meaning of Color and Your Birthday'/><author><name>oyen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DG_jH7RGwFU/SwSolas0KbI/AAAAAAAABGw/9CS4BzyF-VA/S220/heart.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
