<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761506906898096400</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:42:59.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>twinkling diamond</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>twinkling diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304423673394291866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761506906898096400.post-6880406184894048089</id><published>2007-05-12T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T05:41:05.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064021417731619058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="93" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwAldrK4Ah4/RkcEpirc-PI/AAAAAAAAAD4/r1rdwsYgr9c/s400/bestphoto20.gif" width="133" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Short Poems on Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short Poems - Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the world With your heart's dreams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Serve the world With your life's promises.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;"God will love you more if you smile."&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;"Law is not love, but love is law."&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Love is my only reality.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Power devours. Love feeds.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Power says to me,"Come here!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love says to me, "Let us be together, Always together."&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;Power does not know What it is doing And Why it is doing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Love knows What it is doing And Why it is doing.&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;The hands of Power Are often destructive. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The hands of Love Are always creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/761506906898096400-6880406184894048089?l=brightdiamond1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/feeds/6880406184894048089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=761506906898096400&amp;postID=6880406184894048089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/6880406184894048089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/6880406184894048089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/2007/05/short-poems-on-love-short-poems-love.html' title=''/><author><name>twinkling diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304423673394291866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwAldrK4Ah4/RkcEpirc-PI/AAAAAAAAAD4/r1rdwsYgr9c/s72-c/bestphoto20.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761506906898096400.post-3889770082963830510</id><published>2007-05-12T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T12:35:13.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teacher's Day around the World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's Day around the world is not celebrated on the same day. In some countries, Teacher's Day is celebrated on working days. Whereas, in other countries, it is celebrated on holidays. However, the day of celebration, itself, holds no significance. What matters, is the feeling behind the celebration of Teacher's Day. Read about Teachers Day in different countries.Teacher's Day on HolidaysHere we are giving you a list of countries that celebrate Teacher's Day on holidays.ChinaThe Teachers' Day was founded at National Central University in 1931. It was adopted by the central government of Republic of China in 1932. In 1939, the day was set on August 27, Confucius's birthday. People's Republic of China government abrogated it in 1951. It was reestablished in 1985, and the day was changed to September 10. Now more and more people are trying to revert the Teachers' Day back to Confucius's birthday.IndiaIn India, Teachers' Day is celebrated on September 5, in honor of Dr Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan, the second President of India. 5th of September is his birthday. At some schools on this day, the senior students take up the responsibility of teaching as an appreciation for teachers.RussiaIn Russia Teachers' Day is on October 5th. Before 1994, this day was assigned to the first Sunday of September.USAIn the United States, Teachers' Day is a non-official holiday on the Tuesday of the first full week of May.ThailandJanuary 16 was adopted as Teachers' Day in the Thailand by a resolution of the government on November 21, 1956. The first Teachers' Day was held in 1957.IranIn Iran, Teacher's Day is celebrated on May 2. It commemorates the assassination day of Iranian professor Ayatollah Morteza Motahhari on May 2, 1980.Teacher's Day on Working DaysFollowing are some of the countries that Celebrate Teacher's Day on a working Day.TurkeyIn Turkey, Teacher's Day is celebrated on 24th of November. Kemal Atatürk dedicated November 24th to teachers. There is no holiday on this day.MalaysiaIn Malaysia, May 16th is celebrated as Teacher's Day. The day is a working day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/761506906898096400-3889770082963830510?l=brightdiamond1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/feeds/3889770082963830510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=761506906898096400&amp;postID=3889770082963830510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/3889770082963830510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/3889770082963830510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/2007/05/teachers-day-around-world-teachers-day.html' title=''/><author><name>twinkling diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304423673394291866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761506906898096400.post-2448589125699525602</id><published>2007-05-12T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T12:33:03.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ayatollah Morteza Motahhari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; was an &lt;a title="Iran" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iran"&gt;Iranian&lt;/a&gt; scholar, cleric, University lecturer, and politician.&lt;br /&gt;Motahhari is considered among the important influences on the ideologies of the &lt;a title="Islamic Republic" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Islamic_Republic"&gt;Islamic Republic&lt;/a&gt;, and was a co-founder of &lt;a title="Hosseiniye Ershad" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hosseiniye_Ershad"&gt;Hosseiniye Ershad&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a title="Combatant Clergy Association" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Combatant_Clergy_Association"&gt;Combatant Clergy Association&lt;/a&gt; (Jāme'e-ye Rowhāniyat-e Mobārez). Motahhari also was the person who formed the &lt;a title="Council of Revolution of Iran" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Council_of_Revolution_of_Iran"&gt;Council of Revolution of Iran&lt;/a&gt;, according to an order from &lt;a title="Ruhollah Khomeini" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ruhollah_Khomeini"&gt;Ayatollah Khomeini&lt;/a&gt;, who was his teacher during the &lt;a title="Shah" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shah"&gt;Shah&lt;/a&gt;'s reign.&lt;br /&gt;Motahhari also wrote several books on Islam, Iran, and historical topics. He taught philosophy at &lt;a title="Tehran University" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tehran_University"&gt;Tehran University&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"Teachers Day" in &lt;a title="Iran" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iran"&gt;Iran&lt;/a&gt; is celebrated on Ordibehesht 12 (2 May), the &lt;a title="Iranian calendar" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iranian_calendar"&gt;Persian date&lt;/a&gt; on which Motahhari was assassinated after leaving a late meeting at the house of &lt;a title="Yadollah Sahabi" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Yadollah_Sahabi&amp;action=edit"&gt;Yadollah Sahabi&lt;/a&gt;. He was assassinated by gunshot, from a member of the &lt;a title="Furqan Militia Group" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Furqan_Militia_Group&amp;amp;action=edit"&gt;Furqan Militia Group&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.geocities.com/icpikw/mutahhari.html" href="http://www.geocities.com/icpikw/mutahhari.html"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Motahhari is the father in law of Iran's top nuclear negotiator &lt;a title="Ali Larijani" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ali_Larijani"&gt;Ali Larijani&lt;/a&gt;. It was by Motahhari's advice that Larijani switched from Computer Science to &lt;a title="Western philosophy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Western_philosophy"&gt;western philosophy&lt;/a&gt; for graduate school.&lt;br /&gt;In honor of Motahhari, a major street in Tehran was named after him shortly after the &lt;a title="Iranian revolution" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iranian_revolution"&gt;Iranian revolution&lt;/a&gt; in 1979. Takhte Tavoos Street was renamed Motahhari Street in honor of Mottahari. Mottahari Street connects Sohrevardi Street and Vali Asr Street, two major streets in Tehran.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/761506906898096400-2448589125699525602?l=brightdiamond1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/feeds/2448589125699525602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=761506906898096400&amp;postID=2448589125699525602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/2448589125699525602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/2448589125699525602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/2007/05/ayatollah-morteza-motahhari-was-iranian.html' title=''/><author><name>twinkling diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304423673394291866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761506906898096400.post-3512567779895989689</id><published>2007-05-12T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T12:31:03.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Teacher's Day Jokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are numerous Teacher's Day jokes available. Here are some nice and funny Teachers' humour given below. Read on for Teachers Day humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's Day JokeOn a special Teacher's Day, a kindergarten teacher was receiving Teacher Day gifts. The Florist's son handed her a gift. She shook it and held it over her head, and said, "I bet I know what it is....some flowers." "That's right!" said the boy. "But how did you know?" "Just a wild guess," she said. The next pupil was the candy storeowner's daughter. The teacher held her gift overhead, shook it, and said, "I bet I can guess what it is...a box of candy." "That's right! But how did you know?" asked the girl. "Just a lucky guess," said the teacher. The next gift was from the liquor storeowner's son. The teacher held it over her head but it was leaking. She touched a drop of the leakage with her finger and tasted it. "Is it wine?" she asked. "No," the boy replied. The teacher repeated the process, touching another drop of the leakage to her tongue. "Is it champagne?" she asked. "No," the boy replied. The teacher then said, "I give up, what is it?" The boy replied, "A puppy!"  I I didn't do it!A little girl came home from school and said to her mother, "Mommy, today in school I was punished for something that I didn't do. "The mother exclaimed, "But that's terrible! I'm going to have a talk with your teacher about this ... by the way, what was it that you didn't do?" The little girl replied, "My homework." Short-Teachers-Humor:Here are some short funny teachers jokes expressing teacher's humor.Teacher: That's quite a cough you have there, what are you taking for it ? Pupil: I don't know teacher. What will you give me ? Teacher: In 1940, what were the Poles doing in Russia? Pupil: Holding up the telegraph lines! Why was the head teacher worried? Because there were so many rulers in the school! Teacher: I told you to stand at the end of the line?Pupil: I tried, but there was someone already there! A teacher was having trouble teaching arithmetic to one little boy. So she said, "if you reached in your right pocket and found a nickel, and you reached in your left pocket and found another one, what would you have?" "Someone else's pants". The child comes home from his first day at school. Mother asks, "What did you learn today?" The kid replies, "Not enough. I have to go back tomorrow." The teacher is droning away in the classroom when he notices a student sleeping way up in the back row. The teacher shouts to the sleeping student's neighbor, "Hey wake that student up!" The neighbor yells back, "You put him to sleep, you wake him up!" Teacher: Johnny, you know you can't sleep in my class. Johnny: I know. But maybe if you were just a little quieter, I could&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/761506906898096400-3512567779895989689?l=brightdiamond1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/feeds/3512567779895989689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=761506906898096400&amp;postID=3512567779895989689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/3512567779895989689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/3512567779895989689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/2007/05/teachers-day-jokes-there-are-numerous.html' title=''/><author><name>twinkling diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304423673394291866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761506906898096400.post-2948319527421301796</id><published>2007-05-12T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T08:21:02.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jokes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;re's one thing I can say about your son.FATHER: What's that?TEACHER: With grades like these, he couldn't be cheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HYGIENE TEACHER: How can you prevent diseases caused by biting insects?JOSE: Don't bite any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER: Why on earth did you swallow the money I gave you?JUNIOR: You said it was my lunch money&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/761506906898096400-2948319527421301796?l=brightdiamond1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/feeds/2948319527421301796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=761506906898096400&amp;postID=2948319527421301796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/2948319527421301796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/2948319527421301796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/2007/05/jokes-res-one-thing-i-can-say-about.html' title=''/><author><name>twinkling diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304423673394291866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761506906898096400.post-7525821259084765320</id><published>2007-05-12T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T08:17:15.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jokes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Didn't you promise to behave?STUDENT: Yes, Sir.TEACHER: And didn't I promise to punish you if you didn't?STUDENT: Yes, Sir, but since I broke my promise, I don't expect you to keep yours.&lt;br /&gt;HAROLD: Teacher, would you punish me for something I didn't do?TEACHER: Of course not.HAROLD: Good, because I didn't do my homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304423673394291866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761506906898096400.post-4564493136297207842</id><published>2007-05-12T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T08:15:28.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jokes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: If you had one dollar and you asked your father for another, how many dollars would you have?VINCENT: One dollar.TEACHER (sadly): You don't know your arithmetic.VINCENT (sadly): You don't know my father.&lt;br /&gt;BOY: Isn't the principal a dummy!GIRL: Say, do you know who I am?BOY: No.GIRL: I'm the principal's daughter.BOY: And do you know who I am?GIRL: No.BOY: Thank goodness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/761506906898096400-4564493136297207842?l=brightdiamond1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/feeds/4564493136297207842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=761506906898096400&amp;postID=4564493136297207842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/4564493136297207842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/4564493136297207842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/2007/05/jokes-teacher-if-you-had-one-dollar-and.html' title=''/><author><name>twinkling 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwAldrK4Ah4/RkHjUSrc-LI/AAAAAAAAADY/tljk6jOwVEc/s320/ioo.bmp" width="494" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/761506906898096400-2267987103964130165?l=brightdiamond1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/feeds/2267987103964130165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=761506906898096400&amp;postID=2267987103964130165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/2267987103964130165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/2267987103964130165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>twinkling diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304423673394291866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwAldrK4Ah4/RkHjUSrc-LI/AAAAAAAAADY/tljk6jOwVEc/s72-c/ioo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761506906898096400.post-5166246630836557094</id><published>2007-05-06T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T04:28:41.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;*JOKE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;TEACHER: Willy, name one important thing we have today that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wedidn't have ten years ago.WILLY: Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;TEACHER: Didn't you promise to behave?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUDENT: Yes, Sir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TEACHER: And didn't I promise to punish you if you didn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;STUDENT: Yes, Sir, but since I broke my promise, I don't expect you to keep yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/761506906898096400-5166246630836557094?l=brightdiamond1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/feeds/5166246630836557094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=761506906898096400&amp;postID=5166246630836557094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/5166246630836557094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/5166246630836557094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/2007/05/joke-teacher-willy-name-one-important.html' title=''/><author><name>twinkling diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304423673394291866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761506906898096400.post-493083575685490304</id><published>2007-05-06T04:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T04:23:36.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Rasht*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know that you go to Rasht or not.But it is as beautiful as a party colored rug.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; There are a lot of tall trees in Rasht.They are very magnificent. The view of Rasht is as soft and elegant as damask. There are many fragrant daisies and oxeye daisies in this damaks.The light of sun alights between the branches and leaves and this view is very pretty There is also a pretty sea near Rasht.Every year many families go to this beach. Their children walk near sea and take many seashells or sit at beach and make many pretty buildings width grits of beach .The young people swim at sea or sit on the rocks and watch sunset or party colored seashells of beach.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh,I think God is a famous artist. He is very kind.....&lt;br /&gt;I think god is the best artist. He painted the earth width the most beautiful color.....&lt;br /&gt;THANKS GOD FOR ALL OF THEM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/761506906898096400-493083575685490304?l=brightdiamond1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/feeds/493083575685490304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=761506906898096400&amp;postID=493083575685490304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/493083575685490304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/493083575685490304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/2007/05/rasht-i-dont-know-that-you-go-to-rasht.html' title=''/><author><name>twinkling diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304423673394291866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761506906898096400.post-3895351840346182063</id><published>2007-05-06T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T07:11:20.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwAldrK4Ah4/Rj3hpCrc-KI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4Q11g62OChQ/s1600-h/newton%20poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061449651444316322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwAldrK4Ah4/Rj3hpCrc-KI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4Q11g62OChQ/s320/newton%2520poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwAldrK4Ah4/Rj3e6Crc-JI/AAAAAAAAADI/K3KeiYCEoe0/s1600-h/newton%20poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;NEWTON))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sir isaac newoton,who was born in 1642 and who died in 1727,was one of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the greatest scientists who has ever lived .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we aren't going to tell you about his discoveries in today's programme.instead'we're going to tell you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; story about theman himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Newton thought about so many problems he was often absent-minded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he frequently forgot to have his meals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One evening his friend'Dr stakely'called and asked if he could see the great scientist.the mahd told Dr Stukeley that Newton was busy and asked him if he would wait in the dining-room.Dr stakely sat at the dinning -table and waited such a long time he got very hungry.in the end he ate the chicken and put the cover back on the dish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;immediately after this'Newton appeared.He greeted his friendwarmly and then asked the maid if he could have his dinner.She told him it was on the table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Newton uncovered the dish ansd saw the chicken bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'I thought I hadn't eaten'"he said'"but I see thet I have."&lt;br /&gt;&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/761506906898096400-3895351840346182063?l=brightdiamond1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/feeds/3895351840346182063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=761506906898096400&amp;postID=3895351840346182063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/3895351840346182063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/3895351840346182063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/2007/05/newton-sir-isaac-newotonwho-was-born-in.html' title=''/><author><name>twinkling diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304423673394291866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwAldrK4Ah4/Rj3hpCrc-KI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4Q11g62OChQ/s72-c/newton%2520poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761506906898096400.post-7881596392544466029</id><published>2007-04-29T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T06:27:50.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwAldrK4Ah4/RjSdIyrc-II/AAAAAAAAADA/IHK4iasAFX4/s1600-h/1012-003-31-1028.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058841055812450434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwAldrK4Ah4/RjSdIyrc-II/AAAAAAAAADA/IHK4iasAFX4/s320/1012-003-31-1028.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/761506906898096400-7881596392544466029?l=brightdiamond1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/feeds/7881596392544466029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=761506906898096400&amp;postID=7881596392544466029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/7881596392544466029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/7881596392544466029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post_7672.html' title=''/><author><name>twinkling diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304423673394291866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwAldrK4Ah4/RjSdIyrc-II/AAAAAAAAADA/IHK4iasAFX4/s72-c/1012-003-31-1028.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761506906898096400.post-8207386779665007083</id><published>2007-04-29T05:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T05:45:48.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Rose Tree&lt;br /&gt;THERE was once upon a time a good man who had two children: a girl by a first wife, and a boy by the second. The girl was as white as milk, and her lips were like cherries. Her hair was like golden silk, and it hung to the ground. Her brother loved her dearly, but her wicked stepmother hated her. 'Child,' said the stepmother one day, 'go to the grocer's shop and buy me a pound of candles.' She gave her the money; and the little girl went, bought the candles, and started on her return.&lt;br /&gt;There was a &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=stile" target="_blank"&gt;stile&lt;/a&gt; to cross. She put down the candles whilst she got over the stile. Up came a dog and ran off with the candles. She went back to the grocer's, and she got a second bunch. She came to the stile, set down the candles, and proceeded to climb over. Up came the dog and ran off with the candles. She went again to the grocer's, and she got a third bunch; and just the same happened. Then she came to her stepmother crying, for she had spent all the money and had lost three bunches of candles.&lt;br /&gt;The stepmother was angry, but she pretended not to mind the loss. She said to the child: 'Come, lay your head on my lap that I may comb your hair.' So the little one laid her head in the woman's lap, who proceeded to comb the yellow silken hair. And when she combed, the hair fell over her knees, and rolled right down to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Then the stepmother hated her more for the beauty of her hair; so she said to her, 'I cannot part your hair on my knee, fetch a &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=billet" target="_blank"&gt;billet&lt;/a&gt; of wood.' So she fetched it. Then said the stepmother, 'I cannot part your hair with a comb, fetch me an axe.' So she fetched it. 'Now,' said the wicked woman, 'lay your head down on the billet whilst I part your hair.'&lt;br /&gt;Well! she laid down her little golden head without fear; and whist! down came the axe, and it was off. So the mother wiped the axe and laughed. Then she took the heart and liver of the little girl, and she stewed them and brought into the house for supper. The husband tasted them and shook his head. He said they tasted very strangely.&lt;br /&gt;She gave some to the little boy, but he would not eat. She tried to force him, but he refused, and ran out into the garden, and took up his little sister, and put her in a box, and buried the box under a rose-tree; and every day he went to the tree and wept, till his tears ran down on the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mythfolklore.net/3043mythfolklore/reading/jacobsenglish/images/jacobs_rose.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One day the rose-tree flowered. It was spring and there among the flowers was a white bird; and it sang, and sang, and sang like an angel out of heaven. Away it flew, and it went to a &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=cobbler" target="_blank"&gt;cobbler's&lt;/a&gt; shop, and perched itself on a tree &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=hard%20by" target="_blank"&gt;hard by&lt;/a&gt;; and thus it sang:'My wicked mother slew me,My dear father ate me,My little brother whom I loveSits below, and I sing aboveStick, stock, stone dead.'&lt;br /&gt;'Sing again that beautiful song,' said the shoemaker. 'If you will first give me those little red shoes you are making.' The cobbler gave the shoes, and the bird sang the song; then flew to a tree in front of the watchmaker's, and sang:'My wicked mother slew meMy dear father ate me,My little brother whom I loveSits below, and I sing aboveStick, stock, stone dead.'&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, the beautiful song! sing it again, sweet bird,' said the watchmaker. 'If you will give me first that gold watch and chain in your hand.' The jeweller gave the watch and chain. The bird took it in one foot, the shoes in the other, and, after having repeated the song, flew away to where three millers were picking a &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=millstone" target="_blank"&gt;millstone&lt;/a&gt;. The bird perched on a tree and sang:'My wicked mother slew me,My dear father ate me,My little brother whom I loveSits below, and I sing aboveStick!'Then one of the men put down his tool and looked up from his work,'Stock!'Then the second miller's man laid aside his tool and looked up,'Stone!'Then the third miller's man laid down his tool and looked up,'Dead!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mythfolklore.net/3043mythfolklore/reading/jacobsenglish/images/jacobs_rose.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then all three cried out with one voice: 'Oh, what a beautiful song! Sing it, sweet bird, again.' 'If you will put the millstone round my neck,' said the bird. The men did what the bird wanted and away to the tree it flew with the millstone round its neck, the red shoes in one foot, and the gold watch and chain in the other. It sang the song and then flew home.&lt;br /&gt;It rattled the millstone against the &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=eaves" target="_blank"&gt;eaves&lt;/a&gt; of the house, and the stepmother said: 'It thunders.' Then the little boy ran out to see the thunder, and down dropped the red shoes at his feet. It rattled the millstone against the eaves of the house once more, and the stepmother said again: 'It thunders.' Then the father ran out and down fell the chain about his neck. In ran father and son, laughing and saying, 'See, what fine things the thunder has brought us!'&lt;br /&gt;Then the bird rattled the millstone against the eaves of the house a third time; and the stepmother said: 'It thunders again; perhaps the thunder has brought something for me', and she ran out; but the moment she stepped outside the door, down fell the millstone on her head; and so she died.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/761506906898096400-8207386779665007083?l=brightdiamond1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/feeds/8207386779665007083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=761506906898096400&amp;postID=8207386779665007083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/8207386779665007083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/8207386779665007083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/2007/04/rose-tree-there-was-once-upon-time-good.html' title=''/><author><name>twinkling diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304423673394291866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761506906898096400.post-3725465933698750607</id><published>2007-04-29T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T05:44:55.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwAldrK4Ah4/RjSS5Crc-GI/AAAAAAAAACs/WChcqgLVOx4/s1600-h/venner-kim_anderson.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058829790113232994" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwAldrK4Ah4/RjNJDirc-EI/AAAAAAAAACc/XvqKuF0UE_s/s320/chicken-little.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwAldrK4Ah4/RjNIwirc-DI/AAAAAAAAACU/9J-bD1rLqPo/s1600-h/chicken-little.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chicken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why did the chicken cross the road?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To get to the other side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/761506906898096400-5012053422221122827?l=brightdiamond1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/feeds/5012053422221122827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=761506906898096400&amp;postID=5012053422221122827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/5012053422221122827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/5012053422221122827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/2007/04/chicken-why-did-chicken-cross-road-to.html' title=''/><author><name>twinkling diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304423673394291866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwAldrK4Ah4/RjNJDirc-EI/AAAAAAAAACc/XvqKuF0UE_s/s72-c/chicken-little.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761506906898096400.post-4571459566355019819</id><published>2007-04-26T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T07:25:32.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwAldrK4Ah4/RjC0birc-CI/AAAAAAAAACM/QYWYWukNNb8/s1600-h/vv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057740766795593762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwAldrK4Ah4/RjC0birc-CI/AAAAAAAAACM/QYWYWukNNb8/s400/vv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 Cows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 cows standing in a field. 1 cow says to the other "you alright mate?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" The other replies ,"ahhh, a talking cow!"&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/761506906898096400-4571459566355019819?l=brightdiamond1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/feeds/4571459566355019819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=761506906898096400&amp;postID=4571459566355019819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/4571459566355019819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/4571459566355019819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/2007/04/2-cows-2-cows-standing-in-field.html' title=''/><author><name>twinkling diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304423673394291866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwAldrK4Ah4/RjC0birc-CI/AAAAAAAAACM/QYWYWukNNb8/s72-c/vv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761506906898096400.post-825656826555719047</id><published>2007-04-25T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T05:17:55.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nikui.blogspot.com"&gt;http://nikui.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/761506906898096400-825656826555719047?l=brightdiamond1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/feeds/825656826555719047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=761506906898096400&amp;postID=825656826555719047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/825656826555719047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/825656826555719047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/2007/04/httpnikui.html' title=''/><author><name>twinkling diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304423673394291866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761506906898096400.post-7601156851727023106</id><published>2007-04-23T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T06:06:56.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwAldrK4Ah4/RiyufJevX6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2yq93s8Feik/s1600-h/cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056608331774255010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwAldrK4Ah4/RiyufJevX6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2yq93s8Feik/s400/cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwAldrK4Ah4/RiyufJevX7I/AAAAAAAAABE/aHui_ted38Y/s1600-h/cat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056608331774255026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwAldrK4Ah4/RiyufJevX7I/AAAAAAAAABE/aHui_ted38Y/s400/cat2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Half a cat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;What looks like half a cat ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The other half .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smarty Cat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An old lady is rocking away the last of her days on her front porch, reflecting on her long life, when all of a sudden a fairy godmother appears in front of her and informs her that she will be granted three wishes."Well, now," says the old lady, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I guess I would like to be really rich.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"*** POOF *** Her rocking chair turns to solid gold."And, gee, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess I wouldn't mind being a young, beautiful princess.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"*** POOF *** She turns into a beautiful young woman.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Your third wish?" asks the fairy godmother. Just then the old woman's cat wanders across the porch in front of them."Ooh... Can you change him into a handsome prince?" she asks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*** POOF *** There before her stands a young man more handsome than&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; anyone could possibly imagine.She stares at him, smitten.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With a smile that makes her knees weak, he saunters across the porch &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and whispers in her ear, "Bet you're sorry you had me neutered."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/761506906898096400-7601156851727023106?l=brightdiamond1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/feeds/7601156851727023106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=761506906898096400&amp;postID=7601156851727023106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/7601156851727023106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/7601156851727023106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/2007/04/half-cat-what-looks-like-half-cat-other.html' title=''/><author><name>twinkling diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304423673394291866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwAldrK4Ah4/RiyufJevX6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2yq93s8Feik/s72-c/cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761506906898096400.post-3907640634696449607</id><published>2007-04-23T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T07:01:16.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwAldrK4Ah4/RjCwESrc-AI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TW73JWzwD7g/s1600-h/Ø¨Ø¨Ø¨Ø¨Ø¨Ø¨Ø¨Ø¨.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057735969317124098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwAldrK4Ah4/RjCwESrc-AI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TW73JWzwD7g/s400/%D8%A8%D8%A8%D8%A8%D8%A8%D8%A8%D8%A8%D8%A8%D8%A8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwAldrK4Ah4/RjCwEirc-BI/AAAAAAAAACE/yRILhR0j-0w/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057735973612091410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vwAldrK4Ah4/RjCwEirc-BI/AAAAAAAAACE/yRILhR0j-0w/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Why are some fish at the bottom of the ocean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A. Because they dropped out of school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Q. Why are some fish at the bottom of the ocean?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A. Because they dropped out of school!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/761506906898096400-3907640634696449607?l=brightdiamond1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/feeds/3907640634696449607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=761506906898096400&amp;postID=3907640634696449607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/3907640634696449607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/3907640634696449607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/2007/04/joooooooooooooooooook-jokes-jokes-horse.html' title=''/><author><name>twinkling diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304423673394291866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwAldrK4Ah4/RjCwESrc-AI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TW73JWzwD7g/s72-c/%D8%A8%D8%A8%D8%A8%D8%A8%D8%A8%D8%A8%D8%A8%D8%A8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761506906898096400.post-1508359641389209617</id><published>2007-04-21T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T06:24:18.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwAldrK4Ah4/Riyc2ZevX1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ee2CmUPrx9c/s1600-h/2la6d50.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056588939996913490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwAldrK4Ah4/Riyc2ZevX1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ee2CmUPrx9c/s320/2la6d50.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;((well com to our web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are a grOup with 4 members. Our names are ZOhreh.KhOrshidi , MOzhgan.MOkari , Fatemeh.Taghizade &amp;amp; Faezeh.Nikkhah .The head Of grOup is Mrs. Fatemeh.Nikui Nezhad .she is the best teacher in the all Of the world. she is a kind Of beautiful flower in garden Of school. she is shining as a sun .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/761506906898096400-1508359641389209617?l=brightdiamond1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/feeds/1508359641389209617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=761506906898096400&amp;postID=1508359641389209617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/1508359641389209617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/1508359641389209617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/2007/04/well-com-to-our-web-we-are-group-with-4.html' title=''/><author><name>twinkling diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304423673394291866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vwAldrK4Ah4/Riyc2ZevX1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ee2CmUPrx9c/s72-c/2la6d50.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761506906898096400.post-6595145569184740816</id><published>2007-04-21T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T06:53:44.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwAldrK4Ah4/Ri9Ttirc97I/AAAAAAAAABU/shA6u6KS_mg/s1600-h/lantoori.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057352948428634034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="145" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwAldrK4Ah4/Ri9Ttirc97I/AAAAAAAAABU/shA6u6KS_mg/s400/lantoori.gif" width="95" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;به وبلاگ ما خوش آمديد&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;خوشحاليم كه به وبلاگ ما اومدين&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;ما يك گروه چهار نفره هستيم . كه اسمامونو بالا نوشتيم&lt;br /&gt;مي خواهي بدوني چرا وب درست كرديم ؟&lt;br /&gt;گفتيم يك تفريحي مي كنيم و هم يك سري لغت و مطالب جديد ياد مي گيريم &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;و از همه مهمتر نمره مي گيريم. خلاصه اين طوري شد كه تصميم گرفتيم يك وب درست كنيم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/761506906898096400-6595145569184740816?l=brightdiamond1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/feeds/6595145569184740816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=761506906898096400&amp;postID=6595145569184740816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/6595145569184740816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/6595145569184740816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>twinkling diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304423673394291866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vwAldrK4Ah4/Ri9Ttirc97I/AAAAAAAAABU/shA6u6KS_mg/s72-c/lantoori.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761506906898096400.post-3682786803364672139</id><published>2007-04-07T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T22:24:17.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>looking back at looking up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;looking back at looking up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In 1609, an Italian physicist &amp; astronomer named Galileo became the first person to point a telescope skyward . Although that telescope was small &amp;amp; the images fuzzy , Galileo was able to make out mountains &amp; craters on the moon as well as a ribbon of diffuse light arching across the sky . which would later be identified as our Milky Way galaxy . After Galileo &amp;amp; , later , in sir Isaac Newton's time , astronomy flourished as a resulf of larger &amp; more complex telescope . With advancing technology , astronomers discovered many faint stars &amp;amp; the calculation of stellar distances . In the 19th century , using a new instrument called a spectroscope , astronomers gathered information about the chemical composition &amp; motions of celestial objects . Twentieth century astronomers developed bigger&amp;amp; bigger telescopes &amp;, later, specialized instruments that could peer into the distant reaches of space &amp;amp; time. Eventually, enlarging telescopes no longer improved our view all because of the Earth's atmosphere. &lt;/em&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/761506906898096400-3682786803364672139?l=brightdiamond1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/feeds/3682786803364672139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=761506906898096400&amp;postID=3682786803364672139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/3682786803364672139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/3682786803364672139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="color:#000000;"&gt;An Angel kissed my tears away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;today when I was sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I wasn't feeling quite myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;my day had been so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I felt a warmth brush by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;that quickly dried my tears;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;A gentle, kind, and loving touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;that seemed to hold me near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Immediately, I felt so much better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;and the day seemed brighter, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I guess that's just the way you feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;when an Angel comforts you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cycnet.com/englishcorner/poem/index.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/761506906898096400-7707049650145273572?l=brightdiamond1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761506906898096400.post-4774856301354290678</id><published>2007-03-11T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T04:14:38.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;              &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;hic     hic     hic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;               &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;     you never khow when they'll start.&lt;br /&gt;                yor're reading.or maybe you're playing.&lt;br /&gt;                  you're minding your own business.&lt;br /&gt;               all of a sudden you go hic!&lt;br /&gt;              a few second pass. you go hic again.&lt;br /&gt;              "oh-oh! it's hiccups.&lt;br /&gt;                 I hope they go away soon!"&lt;br /&gt;             the hiccups aren't an illness.&lt;br /&gt;             they're just something that happens.&lt;br /&gt;             one of the muscles that help you breathe                       &lt;br /&gt;           starts jerking for no good reason.&lt;br /&gt;           and that's when you hic.&lt;br /&gt;          no,the hiccups are not an illness.&lt;br /&gt;           but they're an unwelcome as a bad cold.&lt;br /&gt;           they're a big bother.&lt;br /&gt;            at first they may seem funny.&lt;br /&gt;           you may be sitting in class.&lt;br /&gt;          you keep going hic,hic,hic.&lt;br /&gt;          your friend may start to giggle.&lt;br /&gt;           hic,hic,hic! what if it doesn't stop?&lt;br /&gt;          then it's not so funny.&lt;br /&gt;      if they go on too long,&lt;br /&gt;     hiccups can make you feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;           they can make you feel as bad as any illness.&lt;br /&gt;      they can hurt!&lt;br /&gt;         must people think khow how to stop hipcups.&lt;br /&gt;       just ask them.&lt;br /&gt;         they'll tell you to hold your breath.&lt;br /&gt;         or they may tell you to breathe into a paper                                      &lt;br /&gt;                          bag for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;     or get someone to scare you by making a load noice.&lt;br /&gt;    you can try them.&lt;br /&gt;one of them might help you.&lt;br /&gt;  doctor can't do much for hiccups.&lt;br /&gt;they are a few mediciness that help to stop hiccups sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;but most doctors just tell you to wait.&lt;br /&gt;wait till the hiccups go away.&lt;br /&gt;         and that's good advice, since most of the time                             they last only a short time.&lt;br /&gt;but jack o'leary wasn't so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;      he hiccups about 160 million hics before his  hiccups went away.&lt;br /&gt;      Mr.o'leary holds the world's record for hiccupping.&lt;br /&gt; he hiccupped for eight years.&lt;br /&gt;from 1948 to 1956.&lt;br /&gt;what finally cured him?I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;     maybe he scared himself with an extra loud HIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/761506906898096400-4774856301354290678?l=brightdiamond1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/feeds/4774856301354290678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=761506906898096400&amp;postID=4774856301354290678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/4774856301354290678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/4774856301354290678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/2007/03/hic-hic-hic-you-never-khow-when-theyll.html' title=''/><author><name>twinkling diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304423673394291866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761506906898096400.post-2437345997576057730</id><published>2007-03-07T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T03:24:22.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* THE FLORIST'S MISTAKE *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On opening his new store,a man received a bouqet of flowers.He became dismayed on reading the enclosed card,that it expressed "deepest sympathy." while puzzling over the message,his telephone rang.It was the florist,apologizing for having sent the wrong card ."Oh, it's all right,"said the storekeeper."I'm a businessman and i undrestand how things can happen."the florist added,"but,i accidentally sent your card to a funeral ceremoy."well,what did it say.."asked the storekeeper."Congratulations on your new location"was the reply!!!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/761506906898096400-2437345997576057730?l=brightdiamond1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761506906898096400.post-7765828693975621765</id><published>2007-02-27T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T06:41:31.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* S T O R Y *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A Box Full of Kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eyes and cried, "Oh, Daddy, it's not empty at all.I blew kisses into the box.They're all for you, DaddyThe story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper.Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy."The man was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found out the box was empty.He yelled at her, stating, "Don't you know, when you give someone a present, there is supposed to be something inside?The little girl looked up at him with tears in her ." The father was crushed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness. Only a short time later, an accident took the life of the child.It is also told that her father kept that gold box by his bed for many years and, whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.In a very real sense, each one of us, as humans beings, have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses... from our children, family members, friends, and God. There is simply no other possession, anyone could hold, more precious than this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/761506906898096400-7765828693975621765?l=brightdiamond1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/feeds/7765828693975621765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=761506906898096400&amp;postID=7765828693975621765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/7765828693975621765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/7765828693975621765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/2007/02/box-full-of-kisses-eyes-and-cried-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>twinkling diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304423673394291866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761506906898096400.post-991692927701193617</id><published>2007-02-27T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T06:37:15.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;love &amp;amp; time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Inspirational love stories - Love and Time Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love.One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all constructed boats and left. Except for Love. Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment. When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help. Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, "Richness, can you take me with you?" Richness answered, "No, I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you." Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel. "Vanity, please help me!" "I can't help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat," Vanity answered. Sadness was close by so Love asked, "Sadness, let me go with you. " "Oh . . . Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!" Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her. Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come, Love, I will take you." It was an elder. So blessed and overjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where they were going. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. Realizing how much was owed the elder, Love asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who Helped me?" "It was Time," Knowledge answered. "Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?" Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/761506906898096400-991692927701193617?l=brightdiamond1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/feeds/991692927701193617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=761506906898096400&amp;postID=991692927701193617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/991692927701193617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vwAldrK4Ah4/RintM5evX0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/shzL92DzX4U/s320/cards71.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*POEM*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Poem name :&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;WITHOUT WARF AND WOOF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the moments of awakening &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the moments of awakening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My body slid beside a roaring river &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A bright bird descended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And picked up my bewildered smile and flew away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A cloud appeared &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And drank the moisture of my tears in its transparent haste &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A naked and boundless breeze started to blow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That disturbed the lines of my face and passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;An illuminating tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Devoured by body my its black root &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A storm arried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And robbed my footprints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I cast my look at the roaring river&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;An image broked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A dream was disturbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A dream was disturbed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;((Sohrab sepehri))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/761506906898096400-4417109340274953804?l=brightdiamond1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/feeds/4417109340274953804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=761506906898096400&amp;postID=4417109340274953804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/4417109340274953804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/4417109340274953804'/><link rel='alternate' 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blow-puzzle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;h4&gt;small animal width eight legs that makes webs to catch insect for food-therefor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;h4&gt;soft thing where you put your head when you are in bed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;some one who travel in a spaceship&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;place in a shop where you pay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;man in a circuc or theatre who makes people laugh-plaything for a child&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;a man who sells flowers-after j&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="pink" height="300" width="300" border="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;b&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffa7ff"&gt;u&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;g&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;l&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;e&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td 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bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;c&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;l&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;o&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;w&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffa7ff"&gt;n&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;t&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;o&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;y&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;f&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;l&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;o&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;r&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffa7ff"&gt;i&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;s&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;t&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;k&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;cruptogram:NIKUI&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/761506906898096400-2710642868035503337?l=brightdiamond1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/feeds/2710642868035503337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=761506906898096400&amp;postID=2710642868035503337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/2710642868035503337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/2710642868035503337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/2007/02/sort-of-musical-instrument-that-you.html' title=''/><author><name>twinkling diamond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10304423673394291866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-761506906898096400.post-5890336149035616125</id><published>2007-02-24T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T08:08:53.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Interview with God*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I dreamed,&lt;br /&gt;I had an interview with God.&lt;br /&gt;"So you would like to interview me?"God asked.&lt;br /&gt;"If you have the time,"I said.&lt;br /&gt;God smilded,&lt;br /&gt;"My time is eternity."&lt;br /&gt;"What question do you have in mind for me?"&lt;br /&gt;"What surprises you must about humankind?"&lt;br /&gt;God answered......&lt;br /&gt;"That they get bored with childhood.&lt;br /&gt;They rush to grow up and then like to be children again."&lt;br /&gt;"That they lose their health to make money,and then lose their money to restore their health."&lt;br /&gt;"That by thinking anxiously about the future,they forget the peresent,&lt;br /&gt;such that they live in neither the peresent nor the future."&lt;br /&gt;"That they live as if they will never die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/761506906898096400-5890336149035616125?l=brightdiamond1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brightdiamond1.blogspot.com/feeds/5890336149035616125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=761506906898096400&amp;postID=5890336149035616125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/761506906898096400/posts/default/5890336149035616125'/><link rel='self' 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