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La seule chose qu'on est sûr de ne pas réussir est celle qu'on ne tente pas.
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La seule chose qu'on est sûr de ne pas réussir est celle qu'on ne tente pas.
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Une amitié peut naître sur la terre la plus aride et la plus improbable. 
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The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men a nd small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...
Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.
Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.
Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.
Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.
Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.
Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.
AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
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Imaginez que chaque matin une banque vous ouvre un compte et elle vous y dépose 86,400€.
Simplement il y a 2 règles à respecter:
1ere règle : tout ce que vous n’avez pas dépensé dans la journée vous est retiré le soir. Vous ne pouvez pas tricher, ne pouvez pas virer cet argent sur un autre compte, vous ne pouvez que le dépenser mais chaque matin au réveil, la banque vous ouvre un nouveau compte avec à nouveau 86,400€ pour la journée.
2eme règle : la banque peut interrompre ce jeu sans préavis ; à n’importe quel moment elle peut vous dire que c’est fini, qu’elle ferme le compte et qu’il n’y en aura pas d’autre.
Que feriez-vous ?
Vous dépenseriez chaque € à vous faire plaisir et à offrir quantités de cadeaux aux gens que vous aimez.
Vous feriez en sorte d’utiliser chaque € pour apporter du bonheur dans votre vie et dans celle de ceux qui vous entourent, n’est-ce pas ?
Cette banque magique nous l’avons tous … c’est le << temps >>.
Chaque matin, au réveil, nous sommes crédités de 86,400 secondes de vie pour la journée et lorsque nous nous endormons le soir, il n’y a pas de report.
Ce qui n’a pas été vécu dans la journée est perdu, hier vient de passer.
Chaque matin cette magie recommence. Nous jouons avec cette règle incontournable : la banque peut fermer notre compte à n’importe quel moment, sans aucun préavis, à tout moment, la vie peut s’arrêter.
Alors que faisons-nous de nos 86,400 secondes quotidiennes ?
La vie est courte, même pour ceux qui passent leur temps à la trouver longue .. alors profitez-en.
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Imagine that every morning a bank opens an account for you and deposits 86,400 $ on it.
But … there are 2 rules to follow:
1st rule : every $ that you didn’t spend during the day will be removed from the account that night. You cannot cheat, you cannot wire this money to another account, you can only spend it all throughout the day … but every morning the bank will deposit yet again 86,400$ for the day.
2nd rule : the bank can stop this game without warning you, at anytime. The bank can say that the game is over that they will close down the account and no more $ will be received.
What would you do ?
You would spend every $ to please yourself and to offer many gifts to those you love.
You would ensure to use every last $ to provide happiness in your life and those around you, right ?
This magical bank exists and we have it all …. It’s << time>>.
Every morning, when we wake, we are credited with 86400 seconds of life for the day and when we sleep at night, we cannot get them back.
What was not used during the day is lost forever, yesterday has gone by.
Every morning this magic starts over. We play with this special rule, the bank can close our account at any time, without notice, and at any time, life can stop.
So what do you do with your 86,400 seconds you get every day ?
Life is short, even for those who think that life is too long … so take advantage of life.
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Un jour dans un train un Anglais, une jolie Norvégienne et Chabal sont dans le même compartiment.
Ils roulent comme ça sans se parler depuis des heures, quand un tunnel vient plonger le train dans l'obscurité la plus totale.
On entend alors un bruit de bisou immédiatement suivi d'un bruit de baffe.
Quand le tunnel se termine que la lumière revient, Chabal et la Norvégienne sont assis comme si de rien n'était et l'Anglais se tient la tête a deux mains, visiblement sonné.
L'Anglais se dit :
" Chabal a du embrasser la Norvégienne, elle a cru que c'était moi et elle m'a collé un pain."
La Norvégienne pense :
"L'anglais a du vouloir m'embrasser mais il a loupé son coup et a embrassé Chabal qui n'a pas apprécié."
Chabal se dit :
"Au prochain tunnel je refais le bruit du bisou pour coller une autre mandale a cet e****é d'Anglais." 
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(please note ... this is ONLY a joke. I'm not promoting anyone to drink alcohol ... 
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Water vs Wine
As Ben Franklin said: "In wine there is wisdom, in beer there is freedom, in water there is bacteria".
In a number of carefully controlled trials, scientists have demonstrated that if we drink 1 liter of water each day, at the end of the year we would have absorbed more than 1 kilo of Escherichia coli, (E. coli) - bacteria found in feces. In other words, we are consuming 1 kilo of poop.
However, we do NOT run that risk when drinking wine & beer (or tequila, rum, whiskey or other liquor) because alcohol has to go through a purification process of boiling, filtering and/or fermenting.
Remember: Water = Poop, Wine = Health
Therefore, it's better to drink wine and talk stupid, than to drink water and be full of shit.
There is no need to thank me for this valuable information: I'm doing it as a public service. 
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A man kills a deer and takes it home to cook for dinner.
Both he and his wife decide that they won't tell the kids what kind of meat it is, but will give them a clue and let them guess.
The kids were eager to know what the meat was on their plates, so they begged their dad for the clue.
Well, he said, 'It's what mommy calls me sometimes'.
The little girl screams to her brother 'Don't eat it, it's an a**hole.'
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www.ipernity.com/doc/brigitte/898168
You may know, but worth reviewing. . . . please read below and watch video.
Watch this video and learn what not to use to put out a grease fire.
This is a great video. Everyone should watch it and take heed. When I was stationed in Charleston Navy base at the Fire Fighting Training school we would demonstrate this with a deep fat fryer set on the fire field. An instructor would don a fire suit and using an 8 oz cup at the end of a 10 foot pole toss water onto the grease fire. The results got the attention of the students. The water, being heavier than the oil, sinks to the bottom where it instantly becomes superheated. The explosive force of the steam blows the burning oil up and out. On the open field, it became a thirty foot high fireball that resembles a nuclear blast. Inside the confines of a kitchen, the fire ball hits the ceiling and fills the entire room. Also do not throw sugar or flour on a grease fire. One cup creates the explosive force of two sticks of dynamite.
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Due to a power outage, only one paramedic responded to the call.
The house was very dark so the paramedic asked Kathleen, a 3-yr old girl to hold a flashlight high over her mommy so he could see while he helped deliver the baby.
Very diligently, Kathleen did as she was asked.
Heidi pushed and pushed and after a little while Connor was born.
The paramedic lifted him by his little feet and spanked him on his bottom.
Connor began to cry.
The paramedic then thanked Kathleen for her help and asked the wide-eyed 3-yr old what she thought about what she had just witnessed.
Kathleen quickly responded, "He shouldn't have crawled in there in the first place ... smack his little ass again!"
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URINE TEST
(I sure would like to know who wrote this one! They deserve a HUGE pat on the back!)
<< Like a lot of folks in this country (USA), I have a job. I work, they pay me. I pay my taxes and the government distributes my taxes as it sees fit. In order to get that paycheck, I am required to pass a random urine test with which I have no problem. What I do have a problem with is the distribution of my taxes to people who DON'T have to pass a urine test. Shouldn't one have to pass a urine test to get a welfare check because I have to pass one to earn it for them?
Please understand, I have no problem with helping people get back on their feet! I do, on the other hand, have a problem with helping someone sitting on their butts, doing drugs, while I work. Can you imagine how much money the state would save if people had to pass a urine test to get a public assistance check?
Something has to change in this country -- and soon! >>
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A little boy and girl go trick or treating. They knock on the door of this house and the man who answers it says, "Well, you two are awful cute. Who are you suppose to be?"
"We're Jack and Jill" she replied.
The man says, "You can't be Jack and Jill, you're black!" So, they go off and a while later they come back dressed differently.
They ring the doorbell and once again the man opens the door. "Well now, that is just too darn cute. Who are you this time?"
"We're Hansel and Gretel" says the little boy.
"Well, I hate to disappoint you son, but you can't be Hansel and Gretel because you're black," he replied.
Heads hung low, they leave. Not too much later the man hears the bell ring again. This time when he opens the door, there stand the two children, but this time they are BUCK NAKED!! "Oh my!” And just who are you supposed to be now?" he asks.
"Chocolate M&M's," said the little girl. "I'm plain. He's got nuts."
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Seadragon ... 
Seadragon is an incubation project resulting from the acquisition of Seadragon Software in February. Its aim is nothing less than to change the way we use screens, from wall-sized displays to mobile devices, so that visual information can be smoothly browsed regardless of the amount of data involved or the bandwidth of the network. A clever upcoming software technology, which will probably have a many applications.
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