<?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-36995323</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:32:34.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AAUNZ</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhaskarjd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36995323/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhaskarjd.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AAUN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850358720663958509</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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36995323.post-116246267926623191</id><published>2006-11-02T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T02:17:59.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two-way mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(Have you seen recent advertisement of M/S SAINTGOBAIN GLASSES shown in TELEVISION'S? - Then you musthave known about 2 Way mirror &amp; is also shown in HindiMovie HUMRAAZ) How to determine if a mirror is 2 wayor not (Not a Joke!)Not to scare you, but to make sure that you aware.Many of the hotels and textile showrooms cheat thecustomers this way &amp;amp; watch privately.HOW TO DETECT A 2-WAY MIRRORWhen we visit toilets, bathrooms, hotel rooms,changingrooms, etc., how many of you know for sure that theseemingly ordinary mirror hanging on the wall is areal mirror, r actually a 2-way mirror i.e., they cansee you, but you can't see them). There have been manycases of people installing 2-way mirrors in femalechanging rooms or bathroom or bedrooms. It is verydifficult to positively identify the surface by justlooking at it. So, howdo we determine with any amount of certainty whattype of mirror we are looking at?CONDUCT THIS SIMPLE TEST:Place the tip of your fingernail against thereflective surface and if there is a GAP between yourfingernail and the image of the nail, then it is aGENUINE mirror. However, if your fingernail DIRECTLYTOUCHES the image of your nail, then BEWARE, IT IS A2-WAY MIRROR! (there is someone seeing you from theother side). So remember, every time you see amirror,do the "fingernail test." It doesn't cost youanything. It is simple to do. This is a really goodthing to do. The reason there is a gap on a realmirror, is because the silver is on the back of themirror UNDER the glass. Whereas with a two-waymirror,the silver is on the Surface. Keep it in mind!Make sure and check every time you enter in hotelrooms.May be someone is making a film on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36995323-116246267926623191?l=bhaskarjd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhaskarjd.blogspot.com/feeds/116246267926623191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36995323&amp;postID=116246267926623191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36995323/posts/default/116246267926623191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36995323/posts/default/116246267926623191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhaskarjd.blogspot.com/2006/11/two-way-mirror.html' title='Two-way mirror'/><author><name>AAUN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850358720663958509</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-36995323.post-116246193084880471</id><published>2006-11-02T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T02:05:30.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;10 th GradeAs I sat there in English class,I stared at the girl next to me.She was my so called 'best friend'.I stared at her long, silky hair,and wished she was mine.But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class,she walked up to me and asked me forthe notes she had missed the day before.I handed them to her.She said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek.I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends,I love her but I'm just too shy,and I don't know why.11th gradeThe phone rang. On the other end,it was her. She was in tears,mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart.She asked me to come over becauseshe didn't want to be alone, So I did.As I sat next to her on the sofa,I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine.After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go home.She looked at me, said 'thanks' and gave me a kisson the cheek..I want to tell her, I want her to know thatI don't want to be just friends,I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.Senior yearOne fine day she walked to my locker."My date is sick" she said, "hes not gonna go" well,I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade,we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as 'best friends'.So we did. That night, after everything was over,I was standing at her front door step.I stared at her as She smiled at meand stared at me with her crystal eyes. Then she said- "I had the best time, thanks!"and gave me a kiss on the cheek.I want to tell her,I want her to knowthat I don't want to be just friends,I love her but I'm just too shy,and I don't know why.Graduation.A day passed, then a week, then a month.Before I could blink, it was graduation day.I watched as her perfect body floated like an angelup on stage to get her diploma.I wanted her to be mine-butshe didn't notice me like that, and I knew it.Before everyone went home,she came to me in her smock and hat,and cried as I hugged her.Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said- 'you're my best friend, thanks' andgave me a kiss on the cheek.I want to tell her, I want her to knowthat I don't want to be just friends,I love her but I'm just too shy,and I don't know why. Marriage.Now I sit in the pews of the church.That girl is getting married now.and drive off to her new life,married to another man.I wanted her to be mine,but she didn't see me like that,and I knew it. But before she drove away,she came to me and said 'you came !'.She said 'thanks' and kissed me on the cheek.I want her to know thatI don't want to be just friends,I love her but I'm just too shy,and I don't know why.Death.Years passed, I looked down at the coffinof a girl who used to be my 'best friend'.At the service, they read a diary entryshe had wrote in her high school years.This is what it read: "I stare at him wishing he was mine;but he doesn't notice me like that,and I know it. I want to tell him,I want him to know thatI don't want to be just friends,I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.I wish he would tell me he loved me !.........'I wish I did too...'I thought to my self, and I cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36995323-116246193084880471?l=bhaskarjd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhaskarjd.blogspot.com/feeds/116246193084880471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36995323&amp;postID=116246193084880471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36995323/posts/default/116246193084880471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36995323/posts/default/116246193084880471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhaskarjd.blogspot.com/2006/11/10-th-gradeas-i-sat-there-in-english.html' title=''/><author><name>AAUN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850358720663958509</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36995323.post-116246041095487635</id><published>2006-11-02T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T01:40:10.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just feel it!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I saw u sitting and crying..so i asked u why ?u dint answer..i tried to hold ur hand..but u walked away... wiping ur tears then i realized you were sitting on my GRAVE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36995323-116246041095487635?l=bhaskarjd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhaskarjd.blogspot.com/feeds/116246041095487635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36995323&amp;postID=116246041095487635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36995323/posts/default/116246041095487635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36995323/posts/default/116246041095487635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhaskarjd.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-feel-it.html' title='Just feel it!!!'/><author><name>AAUN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850358720663958509</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></feed>
