<?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-8064049668940856245</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:56:59.738-07:00</updated><category term='love'/><title type='text'>.:: HeAVeN oF dReAms  ::.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kummyz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064049668940856245/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kummyz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kuMmY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16833477599831601048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BddP79ybmCc/SGsVmMsshoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ZqgWBnKYw6c/S220/kuMmY.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064049668940856245.post-6710465411194571272</id><published>2009-02-12T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:54:33.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STORY BEHIND YOUR DATE OF BIRTH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;If U were born on the 1st, 10th, 19th, 28th of any month U r number 1.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;If U were born on the 2nd, 11th, 20th, 29th of any month then U r number 2... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;If U were born on the 3rd, 12th, 21st, 30th of any month then U r number 3... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;If U were born on the 4th, 13th, 22nd, 31st of any month then U r number 4... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;If U were born on the 5th, 14th, 23rd of any month then U r number 5... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;If U were born on the 6th,15th,24th of any month then U r number 6... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;If U were born on the 7th,16th,25th of any month then U r number 7... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;If U were born on the 8th,17th,26th of any month then U r number 8... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;If U were born on the 9th,18th,27th of any month then U r number 9... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Number 1 You are smart, straight talking, funny, stubborn, hardworking, honest, Jealous on competing basis, kind hearted, angry, friendly, authorities, Famous person...always want to be and regarded as first on people Position, they are often like to be independent, will never be under Others, self confident people! You are most likely to fall in love in the younger age, but will get Marry when you mature! You are likely to have problems with people who have opposite views And you are most likely to take revenge over your Enemies in a long time basis. You are a spender, but you will have a good profession in the future. If you are guy you will be very popular that everybody will have mental attraction and respect at you. You can go anywhere from the local shop to the heart of the parliament because you are positive and Well talented in numerous issues!! But in your life you will always have some people who will work hard To bring you &amp;amp; your name down. This is undercover!! Coz of your smart behavior you will be hated by some People too... Your family life is very cool, you will have a very nice partner &amp;amp; Wonderful children... You are pioneer, independent &amp;amp; original... Your best match is 4,6,8 good match is 3,5,7 !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Number 2 No matter what, you will be loved by every one coz your ruler is the Moon and every one loves the Moon. Well.. You are a person who day dream a lot, You have very low-self confidence, you need back up for every move in your life, you Are very much unpredictable. Means you do change according to time and circumstances, Kind a selfish, have a very strong sense of musical, artistic talent, verbal communication. Your attitudes are like the Moon, comes to gloom and fade away so everybody can expect Changes in you. You can be a next Mahatma Gandhi who does peace love or you can be a Hitler who wants to destroy the man kind and peace (I mean in the community and your own home). If you really have a deep thought about your own believe in God you can Feel the difference which will make you stronger! Most of the time your Words are a kind of would be happening true! So without any knowledge You can predict the situation. You will become poets, writers, any Artistic business people! You are not strong in love, so you will be there and here till you get Marry.. If U r a girl you will be a responsible woman in the whole Family. If U r a man you will involve in fights &amp;amp; arguments in the family or Vice-versa. Means you will sacrifice your life for the goodness sake of Your family...You are gentle , intuitive with a broad vision, a power Behind the scenes, well balanced People!!! Your best match is 2 ,5 ,9 no other people can put up with you !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Number 3 You are a person of hard hearted, selfish most of the times, religious, Loves to climb up in your life. You always tend to have lots of problems Within your family in the early stages but you will put up with everything.. You have the strong word power, pretty happy face.. So wherever you go always You have got what you wanted!!! And from the birth always wanted to work hard in order To achieve something.. You will not get Anything without hard work! When you reach a man/ woman age you want other younger Once to listen to you because you want younger people to respect people older than them. You do set so many examples to others. Generally you are not a cool person. It's not easy thing dealing with you. A tough player you are! But once you like someone's attitud! e then here you go, what can I say? It will be a lasting friendship. You always have respect from others. Your life seems to have lots of worries and problems but sure they won't be long.. You will always have brilliant kids!!! You love the money a bit too much so temptation will push you to endless trying and trying.. If you are a guy then it's over. Looking after your family and help friends, so you will spend a life time just being generous and kind (except 21st born men). And number 3s you will be such an example of how to be in the culture &amp;amp; life!!! If you are girl then you have good character and culture &amp;amp; hardworking attitude. You always follow.. You are a freedom lover, creative, ambition focused, a person who brings beauty , hope &amp;amp; joy to this world!!! Your best match 6 ,9. Good match 1 ,3 ,5 !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Number 4 You are very stubborn too, very hard working but unlucky in important matters in life, very cool, helpful, you have rough word power.. Might put lots of people away from you, you may cause nuisance to others if you are a man, and you often understands others and their problems well. If you are a girl you are very good with studies and arts. If you are a guy you spend most of the time after girl friends (almost) at times, you will have sort of too much fun life with mates &amp;amp; girls. Your friends will spend your time &amp;amp; money and get away with their life and you will become empty handed and don't know what to do... So be careful!! You love to spend anyway!!! Your good will is you are always there to help family and friends. Tell you what you people are little gem! s, specially the girls.. You always fall in love in younger age as well. You often live with disappointments, for an example you have got a degree in some thing... but you will be unemployed.. or will do very ordinary jobs. But you will take care of your family very well...All you need to be careful of people who will take advantage of your kind heart. And beware of your relations too.. You are radical, patient, persistent, a bit old-fashioned, you live with foundation &amp;amp; order... Your best Match 1, 8. Good match 5 ,6 , 7 !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Number 5 You are very popular within the community, you can get things done by just chatting..to even enemies! You have a pretty good business mind, you are often have no-idea what is today is like, or tomorrow is like, you are a person who does anything when your head thinks "lets do this". You will be famous if you open up a business, get involve in share dealings, music etc.. Very popular with sense of humor ,you are the one your friends and families will always ask for help, and you are the one actually get money on credit and help your friends. You will have more than 1 relationship, but when u get settle down you will be a bit selfish anyway. Coz your other half will have a pretty good amount of control in you, be careful! You tend to go for other relationships! Contacts even you are married at times 'coz your popularity.. You are someone who get along with anyone coz the number 5 is the middle number.. Changes &amp;amp; freedom lovers you are! You are an explorer with magic on your face. You learn your life through experience and it's your best teacher!!! Your best match 1 ,2 ,9. Good match 6 ,8 !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Number 6 Ooopppss..you are born to enjoy.. You don't care about others. I mean you are always want to enjoy your life time, you are a person.. You will be very good in either education or work wise or business management! You are talented, kind (but with only people who you think are nice), very beautiful girls and guys, popular and more than lucky with anything in your lives. All the goodness does come with you. Your mind and body is just made perfect for love. You are lovable by any other numbers. But if you are a number 6 man, you will experience kind of looks from most girls and will involve in more than few relationships until you get married. If you are girl, most of you will get marry/engaged early. You are ! a caring person towards your family &amp;amp; friends . If you miss the half-way mark then you are about to suffer physically and mentally. Generally you will lead a very good inner-home happiness with nothing short of. You are a person of compassion, comfort &amp;amp; fairness, domestic responsibility, good judgment, and after all you can heal this world wounds to make peace for every life coz you have the great power of caring talent to make this world of love one step further... Your best match 1, 6, 9. Good match 4, 5!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Number 7 You have got the attraction to anyone out there, you are realistic, very confident, happy, such a talented individual with your education, music, arts, singing, and most importantly acting too. You have real problems with bad temper! If you are a girl, you are popular with the subjects listed above. You give up things for your parents. I mean you value your family status a lot, you will be in the top rank when you reach a certain age. If you are a guy you are popular with girls, you are a very talented too. Most of the number 7s face lots of problems with their marriage life. Only a very few are happy. You have everything in your life, but still always number 7s have some sort of unfullfilness, such worries all their lifetime. It's probably the Lord given you al! l sort of over the standard humans talents and you are about to suffer in family life. So you need to get ready looking for a partner rather than waiting. If you don't, then you might end-up single. So take care with this issue, ok? You are wonderful, friendly, artistic, happy person.. You are born to contribute lots to this world!!! Your best match is 2. Good matches are 1,4 !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Number 8 You are a very strong personality, there's no one out there will understand you. You are very good at pointing your finger at some thing and say "this is what". You are more likely to suffer from the early ages. I mean poverty. If your times are not good you might lose either of your parent and end up looking after your entire family. You often suffer all the way in life. The problems will not allow you to study further, but you will learn the life in a very practical way. You are the one who will fight for justice and may die in the war too. You are normally very reserved with handful of friends and most of the time live life lonely and always prepared to help others. Well. once you get married (which is often late) then your bad lucks will go away a bit and you! u become safe. You will face un-expected problems such as : the error, government, poisonous animals, accidents. You are some one with great discipline, persistence, courage, strength which will take you to success. You are a great part of a family team. You are a fighter! Your Best match 1 ,4, 8. Good match 5 !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Number 9 Hey....you guys are the incompatibles people in the world. You are so strong, physically and mentally... You are often have big-aims. You will work hard and hard to get there. Normally you suffer in the early age from family problems and generally you will have fighting life.. But when you achieve what you have done, it's always a big task you have done! You are so much respected in the community, you are a person who can make a challenge and successfully finish the matter off. You are very naughty in your younger age, often beaten up by your parents and involve in fights and you seemed to have lots of injuries in your life time. But when u grow you become calm and macho type. Love is not an easy matter for you. You are good in engineering or banking jobs coz people always trust you. Your family life is very good, but will have worries over your children. Your such qualities are humanitarian, patient, very wise &amp;amp; compassionate. You are born to achieve targets and serve every one all equally without any prejudice. You are totally a role model to anybody in the world for a great inspiration. Your Best match 3, 5, 6, 9. Good match 2 &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/8064049668940856245-6710465411194571272?l=kummyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kummyz.blogspot.com/feeds/6710465411194571272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8064049668940856245&amp;postID=6710465411194571272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064049668940856245/posts/default/6710465411194571272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064049668940856245/posts/default/6710465411194571272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kummyz.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-behind-your-date-of-birth.html' title='STORY BEHIND YOUR DATE OF BIRTH'/><author><name>kuMmY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16833477599831601048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BddP79ybmCc/SGsVmMsshoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ZqgWBnKYw6c/S220/kuMmY.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064049668940856245.post-7236700142001701084</id><published>2009-02-12T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:48:54.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Lavvy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;happy birthday lavvy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i hope happiness, joy, fun, laughters all b urs this year....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;welcome Malaysia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hey piney.. im back to u after this lengthy period. how do u feeling now..? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;anything for u darling.. &gt;:D&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064049668940856245-1044033652182214529?l=kummyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kummyz.blogspot.com/feeds/1044033652182214529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8064049668940856245&amp;postID=1044033652182214529' title='68 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Can I Borrow 25 bucks?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.&lt;br /&gt;SON: 'Daddy, may I ask you a question?'&lt;br /&gt;DAD: 'Yeah sure, what it is?' replied the man.&lt;br /&gt;SON: 'Daddy, how much do you make an hour?'&lt;br /&gt;DAD: 'That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?' the man said angrily.&lt;br /&gt;SON: 'I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?'&lt;br /&gt;DAD: 'If you must know, I make $50 an hour.'&lt;br /&gt;SON: 'Oh,' the little boy replied, with his head down.&lt;br /&gt;SON: 'Daddy, may I please borrow $25?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father was furious, 'If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I don't work hard everyday for such childish frivolities.&lt;br /&gt;‘The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money? After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think: Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $25.00 and he really didn't ask for money very often.&lt;br /&gt; The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door. 'Are you asleep, son?' He asked. 'No daddy, I'm awake,' replied the boy. 'I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier' said the man. 'It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the $25 you asked for.' The little boy sat straight up, smiling. 'Oh, thank you daddy!' he yelled.&lt;br /&gt;Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills. The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father. 'Why do you want more money if you already have some?' the father grumbled. 'Because I didn't have enough, but now I do,' the little boy replied. 'Daddy, I have $50 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.' The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts. Do remember to share that $50 worth of your time with someone you love. If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of hours. But the family &amp;amp; friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064049668940856245-8113645401533198433?l=kummyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kummyz.blogspot.com/feeds/8113645401533198433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8064049668940856245&amp;postID=8113645401533198433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064049668940856245/posts/default/8113645401533198433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064049668940856245/posts/default/8113645401533198433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kummyz.blogspot.com/2008/11/can-i-borrow-25-bucks.html' title='...... Can I Borrow 25 bucks?'/><author><name>kuMmY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16833477599831601048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BddP79ybmCc/SGsVmMsshoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ZqgWBnKYw6c/S220/kuMmY.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064049668940856245.post-6551213108921360634</id><published>2008-11-20T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T02:39:35.730-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>What Love means to a 4-8 year old ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BddP79ybmCc/SSU-DddoplI/AAAAAAAAABM/Az_szhlvJac/s1600-h/Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270687168076490322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BddP79ybmCc/SSU-DddoplI/AAAAAAAAABM/Az_szhlvJac/s320/Love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BddP79ybmCc/SSU9-NnorYI/AAAAAAAAABE/Q97E-mQKPbg/s1600-h/Love_heart_uidaodjsdsew.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BddP79ybmCc/SSU8JlXA7LI/AAAAAAAAAA8/a-No9xPMqLc/s1600-h/Love_heart_uidaodjsdsew.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270685074252164274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BddP79ybmCc/SSU8JlXA7LI/AAAAAAAAAA8/a-No9xPMqLc/s320/Love_heart_uidaodjsdsew.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love.' Cathe- age 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.' Billy - age 4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.' Karl - age 5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.' Chrissy - age 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.' Terri - age 4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.' Danny - age 7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss' Emily - age 8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.' Bobby - age 7 (Wow!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,' Nikka - age 6 (we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.' Noelle - age 7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.' Tommy - age 6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore.' Cindy - age 8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'My mommy loves me more than anybody You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.' Clare - age 6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.' Elaine-age 5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.' Chris - age 7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.' Mary Ann - age 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.' Lauren - age 4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.' (what an image) Karen - age 7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross.' Mark - age 6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.' Jessica - age 8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And the final one The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, 'Nothing, I just helped him cry' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/8064049668940856245-6551213108921360634?l=kummyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kummyz.blogspot.com/feeds/6551213108921360634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8064049668940856245&amp;postID=6551213108921360634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064049668940856245/posts/default/6551213108921360634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064049668940856245/posts/default/6551213108921360634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kummyz.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-love-means-to-4-8-year-old.html' title='What Love means to a 4-8 year old ....'/><author><name>kuMmY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16833477599831601048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BddP79ybmCc/SGsVmMsshoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ZqgWBnKYw6c/S220/kuMmY.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BddP79ybmCc/SSU-DddoplI/AAAAAAAAABM/Az_szhlvJac/s72-c/Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064049668940856245.post-5286353363753244706</id><published>2008-11-19T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T02:38:13.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Reasons God Created Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;10. God was worried that Adam would frequently become lost in the garden because he would not ask for directions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;9. God knew that one day Adam would require someone to locate and hand him the remote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;8. God knew Adam would never go out and buy himself a new fig leaf when his wore out and would therefore need Eve to buy one for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;7. God knew Adam would never be able to make a doctor's, dentist, or haircut appointment for himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;6. God knew Adam would never remember which night to put the garbage on the curb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;5. God knew if the world was to be populated, men would never be able to handle the pain and discomfort of childbearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;4. God knew that as Keeper of the Garden, Adam would never remember where he left his tools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;3. Apparently, Adam needed someone to blame his troubles on when God caught him hiding in the garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2. As the Bible says, It is not good for man to be alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the #1 reason why God created Eve...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;1. When God finished the creation of Adam, He stepped back, scratched his head, and said, "I can do better than that!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064049668940856245-5286353363753244706?l=kummyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kummyz.blogspot.com/feeds/5286353363753244706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8064049668940856245&amp;postID=5286353363753244706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064049668940856245/posts/default/5286353363753244706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064049668940856245/posts/default/5286353363753244706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kummyz.blogspot.com/2008/11/top-10-reasons-god-created-eve.html' title='Top 10 Reasons God Created Eve'/><author><name>kuMmY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16833477599831601048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BddP79ybmCc/SGsVmMsshoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ZqgWBnKYw6c/S220/kuMmY.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064049668940856245.post-946458411405770859</id><published>2008-11-19T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T02:17:51.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jokes.... make sure u laugh k..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;WHY AM I MARRIED? You have two choices in life: You can stay single and be miserable, or get married and wish you were dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;__________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;At a cocktail party, one woman said to another, 'Aren't you wearing your wedding ring on the wrong finger?' 'Yes, I am. I married the wrong man.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;__________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;A lady inserted an ad in the classifieds: 'Husband Wanted'. Next day she received a hundred letters. They all said the same thing: 'You can have mine.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;__________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;When a woman steals your husband, there is no better revenge than to let her keep him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;__________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;A woman is incomplete until she is married. Then she is finished .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;__________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;A little boy asked his father, 'Daddy, how much does it cost to get married?' Father replied, 'I don't know son, I'm still paying.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;__________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;A young son asked, 'Is it true Dad, that in some parts of Africa a man doesn't know his wife until he marries her?' Dad replied, 'That happens in every country, son.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;__________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Then there was a woman who said, 'I never knew what real happiness was until I got married, and by then, it was too late.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;__________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Marriage is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;__________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;If you want your spouse to listen and pay strict attention to every word you say -- talk in your sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;__________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Just think, if it weren't for marriage, men would go through life thinking they had no faults at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;__________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;First guy says, 'My wife's an angel!' Second guy remarks, 'You're lucky, mine's still alive.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;_________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;'A Woman's Prayer: Dear Lord, I pray for: Wisdom, To understand a man , to Love and to forgive him , and for patience, For his moods. Because Lord, if I pray for Strength I'll just beat him to death'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;__________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;AND NOW FOR THE FAVORITE!!! Husband and wife are waiting at the bus stop with their nine children. A blind man joins them after a few minutes. When the bus arrives, they find it overloaded and only the wife and the nine kids are able to fit onto the bus. So the husband and the blind man decide to walk. After a while, the husband gets irritated by the ticking of the stick of the blind man as he taps it on the sidewalk, and says to him, 'Why don't you put a piece of rubber at the end of your stick? That ticking sound is driving me crazy.' The blind man replies, 'If you had put a rubber at the end of YOUR stick, we'd be riding the bus, so shut the hell up.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064049668940856245-946458411405770859?l=kummyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kummyz.blogspot.com/feeds/946458411405770859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8064049668940856245&amp;postID=946458411405770859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064049668940856245/posts/default/946458411405770859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064049668940856245/posts/default/946458411405770859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kummyz.blogspot.com/2008/11/jokes-make-sure-u-laugh-k.html' title='jokes.... make sure u laugh k..'/><author><name>kuMmY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16833477599831601048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BddP79ybmCc/SGsVmMsshoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ZqgWBnKYw6c/S220/kuMmY.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064049668940856245.post-3131144833419765280</id><published>2008-11-18T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:27:38.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Black Tiger in Bangalore....</title><content type='html'>hey peepz...&lt;br /&gt;itz me, the black tiger in Bangalore... hehehe.. piney told me tat she is reading a book called "The white tiger" whereby the storyline is related to few parts of Bangalore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha.. so, sumhow itz related to me too.. as im in bangalore now, at Electronic City Phase 2, i called myself as "The Black Tiger" definitely it cant be The White Tiger coz im not white... hehehe.. i know wat u r thinking now.. im nt mad yet k... hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064049668940856245-3131144833419765280?l=kummyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kummyz.blogspot.com/feeds/3131144833419765280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8064049668940856245&amp;postID=3131144833419765280' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064049668940856245/posts/default/3131144833419765280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064049668940856245/posts/default/3131144833419765280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kummyz.blogspot.com/2008/11/black-tiger-in-bangalore.html' title='The Black Tiger in Bangalore....'/><author><name>kuMmY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16833477599831601048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BddP79ybmCc/SGsVmMsshoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ZqgWBnKYw6c/S220/kuMmY.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064049668940856245.post-538173595059937907</id><published>2008-07-09T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:31:19.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>itz a wednesday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:8;" &gt;Hey ppl…&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:8;" &gt;Itz a fine Wednesday… wonderful wednesday as itz mum's birthday... happy birthday amma.. everything started as I wanted, coz I was late to office, and I didn’t want to share looks with my boss (mr sanjay).. when I stepped in my cubic, I sneaked into his room.. Thank god, he wasn’t there.. Boss (s) are alwez late.. I mean it.. &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hehe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:8;" &gt;I started my work as usual with sharepoint, outlook, communicator and sharepoint designer… currently im working on three projects.. MASwings, MOT (Singapore Ministry of Transports) and DHL… and today’s &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;task is nt really related to these projects.. me n kalai hv been asked to create a MySite which is similar to faceBook, LinkedIn and Friendster functions.. both of us r working hard on it…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:8;" &gt;Well… itz lunch time.. kalai, kev, gopal, ridz1 n me went MMU.. rumours said that there is a live Indian wedding goin on.. all of us wanted to witness it with high curious… v reached there, n straight away got shocked afta saw the decoration and the people around… watz goin on yarr… v really thought itz a REAL wedding.. once at the entrance, the signboard reads.. “Welcome to the mock wedding”… hehehe… still v had enuf fun there, as usual gopal the victim… then had lunch at FCM, later joined by my PiNeY.. she was cute with her brownie top (brownie bunniyan)..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:8;" &gt;Back offc afta lunch.. and the hard work continues... headache starts....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/8064049668940856245-538173595059937907?l=kummyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kummyz.blogspot.com/feeds/538173595059937907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8064049668940856245&amp;postID=538173595059937907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064049668940856245/posts/default/538173595059937907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064049668940856245/posts/default/538173595059937907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kummyz.blogspot.com/2008/07/itz-wednesday.html' title='itz a wednesday...'/><author><name>kuMmY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16833477599831601048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BddP79ybmCc/SGsVmMsshoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ZqgWBnKYw6c/S220/kuMmY.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064049668940856245.post-8708522043732411177</id><published>2008-07-01T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T20:59:01.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deeply hurt by racial and religious slurs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;FIFTY-one years of Independence and yet the majority in Malaysia still continues to racially stereotype her Indian citizens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;As a schoolboy, I was constantly referred to as “budak Keling”. They never understood that the cow was sacred and eating beef is haram for Hindus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Worst are the usual myopic questions like “Which estate are you from? Do you walk to school?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;This happened despite my best intentions of explaining to them that my father is a lecturer and my mother a respectable staff nurse and we stayed in the city and travelled by car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;At times, a teacher will choose to unleash cynical remarks like “Kelas nampak gelaplah bila kamu ada” (The classroom is dark because of your presence.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Once I informed my teacher that we Hindus observe strict vegetarianism on certain days. The teacher was baffled as to what vegetarianism meant despite the global understanding of such observance. To rub salt into the wound, they served me vegetables fried with beef during one school lunch gathering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I explained to them Hindu practices and beliefs, both theologically and philosophically. And yet they still believe that we are praying to rocks shaped in various animal forms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Now, I am a respectable medical doctor serving in Sabah. I can’t help but feel hurt by so many of these racial and religious slurs continuously hurled at us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Since primary school, we are taught the racial and religious sensitivities of the majority, but they seem uninformed about ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Are we second-class citizens of Malaysia? Have we not fought together for Malaysian Independence? Didn’t we strive for the continuous development of Malaysia? Didn’t we contribute equally to the process of nation building?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Didn’t we help to put Malaysia on the world arena by conquering Mount Everest and also brought fame in badminton and hockey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Despite all this, the common misperception of the majority towards us still prevails. Mohandas K. Gandhi once said: “The test of the majority lies in the treatment of the minority.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Every day I pray that one day all of us will join hands regardless of race, religion, creed or colour and, for once, proudly identify ourselves as Malaysians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR M.A. KUMAR,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Tawau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064049668940856245-8708522043732411177?l=kummyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kummyz.blogspot.com/feeds/8708522043732411177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8064049668940856245&amp;postID=8708522043732411177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064049668940856245/posts/default/8708522043732411177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064049668940856245/posts/default/8708522043732411177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kummyz.blogspot.com/2008/07/deeply-hurt-by-racial-and-religious.html' title='Deeply hurt by racial and religious slurs'/><author><name>kuMmY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16833477599831601048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BddP79ybmCc/SGsVmMsshoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ZqgWBnKYw6c/S220/kuMmY.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064049668940856245.post-7623213349794698380</id><published>2008-06-23T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T22:49:09.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vanakkam..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;welcome to my bLoG..!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8064049668940856245-7623213349794698380?l=kummyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kummyz.blogspot.com/feeds/7623213349794698380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8064049668940856245&amp;postID=7623213349794698380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064049668940856245/posts/default/7623213349794698380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8064049668940856245/posts/default/7623213349794698380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kummyz.blogspot.com/2008/06/vanakkam.html' title='vanakkam..'/><author><name>kuMmY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16833477599831601048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BddP79ybmCc/SGsVmMsshoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ZqgWBnKYw6c/S220/kuMmY.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
