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Howmany fingers thr in ur leg...4 or 5???

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..By seeing such craziness...i thought y i cant bee craazzyy....just like my friend's email id..crazinessneverends@shooshoo.com...... An old memory teases from the recesses of my mind. A forgotten past beckons ... and I know not a way of turning back time.

And i published this question in my blog....

Howmany fingers thr in ur leg...4 or 5???

The replies were too fast and furious....

* Are you mad?

*5..

*6

*total 10...!!!!!

*What the f*** u r doing....

Like that.....like that....like thatlike thatlike thatlike that......thatlike....thatlike...

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But sometimes later i got a sensational answer from my friend.......

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.Am i really mad????

What is the meaning of Serendipity......is when one finds something that one was not expecting to find....

NoNOnonono.....The oxford has to correct it....THey must contact me before the next time when they give order to penguin books.....

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.....Miracle...My friend got 6 and 8 fingers in her leg...wonderful.....i surprised.....to hear that....zzz..zzzz....wonderful...i must analyze......next time onwards i must look to the feet of a person at first sight..........

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Genetic transformation.....

Its cerious....sorry serious....alien.....will smith...men in blakk

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• one day 1 scientist published an ad
• will u b d volunteer..
• 4 u awaits d opportunities of future......
  • evry1 thought it wil b a prank.
  • by sum nut crack
  • bt 1 gal repled..
  • hey m ready.......
    
    
    Reams of paper and reels of films have been dedicated to describe a woman...........My friend is now on a mission....
    • "The scientists went thru many experiments, needles, machines drs cum nd went medicines
    • dey counted each nd evry chemical bond in ma dna..
    • nd at last wat i got was an 8 fingered leg nd a 6 fingered led
    • *leg
    • day wer al desp. mission failure
    • planned 4 a hulk nd wat v got....is finally....."...She stopped with a sigh..........I m also desp........My friend......y u made urself so craaaazzzyyy....
      
      

I Studied Management

Ok, I know I've been completely off the map this semester, but i've had a ton going on this semester. I have so much to work about, My project, industrial visit, my works I started, but I just can't seem to find the time. It may really be May before I finally get around to posting this whole year so far. BUT... I just checked it for the first time in forever and there were weirdo comments from people I don't even know. I did realize that people can read my blog if they come across it, but having random comments from random strangers is kind of creepy. So, I am doing what I never planned to do and going private. I fed up with my project group. Those idiots have not even a penny of sincerity in doing the things. Everyone have their own buisness and works. I wonder how these people will manage if they thrown to a public. Thanks to god for putting me into such a situation. This might be the better way of studying the management rather than going for a management post graduation. I learned how to manage a team, to behave in a group and more than that studied how to run an institution successfully if all the members have less than zero sincerity. really do plan on continuing my blog, it's just kind of been a nightmare busy couple of days

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I'm tired.

I'm glad that it's Friday because I am WAY tired this week! Too much going on and too many late nights (because of homework AND facebook, I'm afraid).


On a more positive note, i just completed my semester! Only two more left!! YAY!!!! :o) I really do hate to wish my life away, but I will be SO glad when I am doing with the "work full-time & go to school part-time" routine. The other day I was thinking about it all and I decided that I don't like the person I am right now. It's hard to get around that, though, because of how badly I want to finish this degree! The part about what I don't like right now just involves being SO busy that some things that are really important to you get cheated. For instance, I just haven't been able to keep in touch with my friends like I want to. I wasn't fantastically stellar at it before, but now that I'm SO busy, it just feels impossible. Another thing is getting to "Other" studies at a decent time so that I can sit and be quiet and think on things for a little while. It seems like not only have I missed out completely on Fairy tales study more times in the last six months than I have in the last sixteen years, but when I do get there, I feel like I'm racing in at the last minute. That's not how I want it to be!! I'm also getting tired of feeling tired and stretched thin all of the time, too. I do realize that I am a procrastinator, though, and that does affect me sometimes (unfortunately!!), so I can't be too whiny about things since sometimes my "problems" are self-inflicted. :)

The kidilam xperiance at kallu shoap

Here We finishes..Before blossoming, when the flower is just budding, a coconut tree climber would reach the bud and tie it up with a clay pot. A small hole is made in front of the bud so that a white milk like juice starts to ooze out and gets collected in the pot. The mouth of the pot is covered with a cotton cloth to protect it from the outside environment. This is normally done in the evening time. The juice comes from the bud collected in a pot, and the collected juice starts fermentation immediately (over the night). In a day or two, he bring the pot back from the tree and sell, drink or share it with others. Too much fermentation gives soar taste. This is the same process for Palm tree kallu.

Perfection!

In Brooklyn, New York, Chush is a school that caters to learning disabled

children. Some children remain in Chush for their entire school career,

while others can be mainstreamed into conventional schools. At a Chush

fundraising dinner, the father of a Chush child delivered a speech that

would never be forgotten by all who attended.

After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he cried out, "Where is

the perfection in my son Shaya? Everything God does is done with perfection.

But my child cannot understand things as other children do. My child cannot

remember facts and figures as other children do. Where is God's perfection?"

The audience was shocked by the question, pained by the father's anguish,

and stilled by the piercing query.

"I believe," the father answered, "that when God brings a child like this

into the world, the perfection that he seeks is in the way people react to

this child."

He then told the following story about his son Shaya:

One afternoon, Shaya and I walked past a park where some boys Shaya knew

were playing baseball.

Shaya asked, "Do you think they will let me play?"

Shaya's father knew that his son was not at all athletic and that most boys

would not want him on their team. But Shaya's father understood that if his

son was chosen to play it would give him a comfortable sense of belonging.

Shaya's father approached one of the boys in the field and asked

if Shaya could play. The boy looked around for guidance from his teammates.

Getting none, he took matters into his own hands and said "We are losing by

six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team

and we'll try to put him up to bat in the ninth inning."

Shaya's father was ecstatic as Shaya smiled broadly. Shaya was told to put

on a glove and go out to play short center field. In the bottom of the

eighth inning, Shaya's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.

In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shaya's team scored again and now with

two outs and the bases loaded with the potential winning run on base. Shaya

was scheduled to be up. Would the team actually let Shaya bat at this

juncture and give away their chance to win the game?

Suprisingly, Shaya was given the bat. Everyone knew that it was all but

impossible because Shaya didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, let

alone hit with it. However as Shaya stepped up to the plate, the pitcher

moved a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shaya should at least be able

to make contact.

The first pitch came and Shaya swung clumsily and missed. One of Shaya's

teammates came up to Shaya and together they held the bat and faced the

pitcher waiting for the next pitch. The pitcher again took a few steps

forward to toss the ball softly toward Shaya. As the pitch came in, Shaya

and his teammate swung at the ball and together they hit a slow ground ball

to the pitcher. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could easily

have thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shaya would have been out and

that would have ended the game. Instead, the pitcher took the ball and threw

it on a high arc to right field, far beyond reach of the first baseman.

Everyone started yelling, "Shaya, run to first. Run to first." Never in his

life had Shaya run to first. He scampered down the baseline wide-eyed and

startled. By the time he reached first base, the right fielder had the ball.

He could have thrown the ball to the second Baseman who would tag out

Shaya, who was still running. But the right fielder understood what the

pitcher's intentions were,so

he threw the ball high and far over the 3rd baseman's head. Everyone yelled,

"Run to second, run to second." Shaya ran towards second base as the runners

ahead of him deliriously circled the bases towards home. As Shaya reached

second base, the opposing short stop ran to him, turned him in the direction

of third base and shouted, "Run to third." As Shaya rounded third, the boys

from both teams ran behind him screaming, "Shaya run home." Shaya ran home,

stepped on home plate and all 18 boys lifted him on their shoulders and made

him the hero, as he had just hit a "grand slam" and won the game for his

team.

"That day," said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face,

"those 18 boys reached their level of God's perfection."

Funny how this is so true and shame on us! Funny how simple it is for people

to trash different ways of living and believing and then wonder why the

world is going to hell. Funny how you can send a thousand 'jokes' through

e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending

messages regarding life choices, people think twice about sharing. Funny how

the lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but the

public discussion of morality is suppressed in the school and workplace.

Funny isn't it? Are you laughing? Funny how when you go to 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 to

them. Funny how I can be more worried about what other people think of me

than what I think of me.

FUNNY ISN'T IT!