<?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-21692724</id><updated>2012-01-23T11:26:32.589Z</updated><title type='text'>Rosies life</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to Roseland! My world, my space...but let me warn you..most of the things in here, that are mentioned...are far from Rosy! Although i do view the world with Rose coloured specticles....but i also know as fact, in reality.....Life is not at all a Bed of Roses'!!!  [THIS IS MEARLY IN CONTINUATION TO MY PREVIOUS BLOG...NOTHING HAS CHANGED!]</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I think its pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I repainted all the rooms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Got a cat that i named June, obviously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I think she's happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Friends threw some parties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I've been to them all, there's not one that i missed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;And i've tried to spend my time with somebody new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;But everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Still reminds me of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;And tried to play some songs that change my point of view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;But every sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Still reminds me of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I've done some walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Listen to the people talk on the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I dont feel lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I saw some movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But your face kept coming back on the screen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I think im crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Can't make decisions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I could use some more distractions today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;And i've tried to spend my time with somebody new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;But everyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Still reminds me of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;And i tried to play some songs that change my point of view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;But every sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Still reminds me of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I wonder where did i go wrong? what made you gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;How i hate to feel alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I've tried to spen my timewith somebody new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;But everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Still reminds me of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;And i tried to playsome songs that change my point of view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;But every sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Still reminds me of you!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Still reminds me ........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/21692724-1789600116673204813?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RlBc6YRZdjI/AAAAAAAAAUE/g9dZVcAK610/s72-c/sad-eyes-thumb.pp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-115460500006978532</id><published>2007-05-20T14:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-20T14:12:29.186Z</updated><title type='text'>Meanings of names starting with different alphabets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOME INTERESTING FIND FROM THE INTERNET.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Does your name begin with: A.&lt;br /&gt;U are not particularly romantic, but you are interested in action.You mean business. With you, what you see is what you get.You have no patience for flirting and can't be bothered with someone who is trying to be coy, cute, demure, and subtly enticing. You are an up-front person. You often don't get hints &amp; you ever pass any. Brains turn you on. You must feel that your partner is! intellectually stimulating, otherwise you will find it difficult to sustain the relationship. You require loving, cuddling, wining, and dining to know that you're being appreciated. Your mate's physical attractiveness is important for you. You tend to be very Practical, &amp;amp; not very emotional Your choices are very good &amp; can only lead to trouble. You are very self satisfied &amp;amp; egoistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------- Does your name begin with: B&lt;br /&gt;You give off vibes of lazy sensuality. You enjoy being romanced, wined, and dined. You are very happy to receive gifts as an expression of the affection of your lover. You want to be pampered and know how to pamper your mate. You are private in your expression of endearments, and particular when it comes to love. You will hold off until everything meets with your approval. You can control your appetite &amp; feelings. You require new sensations and experiences. You are willing to experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------- Does your name begin with: C&lt;br /&gt;You are a very social individual, and it i s important to you to have a relationship. You require closeness and togetherness. You want the object of your affection to be socially acceptable and good-looking. You see your lover as a friend and companion. You are very sensual, Needing someone to appreciate and almost worship you. When this cannot be achieved, you have the ability to hold out on affection until you receive this.. You are an expert at controlling your desires and doing without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------- Does your name begin with: D&lt;br /&gt;Once you get it into your head that you want someone, you move full Steam ahead in your suit. You do not give up your quest easily. You are nurturing and caring. If someone has a problem, this turns you on. You are highly passionate, loyal, and intense in your involvement's, sometimes possessive and jealous. You are very sharp &amp;amp; talented often with sense of humour. When people bother to look deep inside they cannot resist what they see. You are stimulated by the eccentric and unusual, having a free and open attitude. You get jealous of other people and lose your temper .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------- Does your name begin with: E&lt;br /&gt;Your greatest need is to talk. If your date is not a good listener, you have trouble relating. A person must be intellectually stimulating or you are not interested sexually. You need a friend for a lover and a companion You hate disharmony and disruption, but you do enjoy a good argument once in a while-it seems to stir things up. You flirt a lot, for the challenge is more important. But once you give your heart away, you are uncompromisingly loyal. You will fall asleep with a good book. sometimes, in fact, you prefer a good book to a lover)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------- Does your name begin with: F&lt;br /&gt;You are idealistic and romantic, putting your lover on a pedestal. You look for the very best mate you can find. You are a flirt, yet once committed, you are very loyal. You are sensuous and privately passionate. Publicly, you can be showy, extravagant, and gallant. You are a born romantic. Dramatic love scenes are a favourite fantasy past time. You can be a very generous lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________ Does your name begin with: G&lt;br /&gt;You are fastidious, seeking perfection within yourself and your lover. You respond to a lover who i s yourintellectual equal or superior, and one who can enhance your status. You are sensuous and know how to reach the peak of stimulation, because you work at it meticulously. You can be extremely active-never tiring out. Your duties and responsibilities take precedence over everything else. You may have difficulty getting emotionally close to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________ Does your name begin with: H&lt;br /&gt;You seek a mate who can enhance your zest for life ,fun &amp; everything You seek for. You will be very generous to your lover once you have Attained a commitment. You are very affectionate &amp;amp; very strong. Your gifts are actually an investment in your partner. Before the commitment, though, you tend to be very careful with your every move and equally cautious in your involvement's often as you believe that you have to look out fo r yourself. You are a sensual and patient lover. You will hold off till everything meets your full approval. You are a perfectionist, hard to satisfy and strong in your beliefs. Not influential, you always stand your ground. People can always count on you to stand by them in a crisis. You are a dreamer with/ a passion for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------- Does your name begin with: I&lt;br /&gt;You have a great need to be loved, appreciated... even worshiped. You enjoy luxury, sensuality, and pleasures of the flesh. You like necking spend hours just touching feeling &amp; exploring. You look for lovers who know what they are doing. You are not interested in an amateur, unless that amateur wants a tutor. You are fussy and exacting about having your de sires satisfied. You are willing to experiment and try new modes of expression. You bore easily and thus require adventure and change. Your commitments don't last very long &amp;amp; you often tend to stray. Loyalty is not one of your strong points. You are more sensual than sexual, but you are sometimes downright lustful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------- Does your name begin with: J&lt;br /&gt;You are blessed with a great deal of physical energy. When used for a good cause there is nothing to stop you, except maybe that they aren't always used for the good. (you could dance all night.) You respond to the thrill of the chase and the challenge of the mating game.You can carry on great romances in your head. At heart you are a roamer and need to set out on your own every so often. You will carry on long- distance relation ships with ease. You are idealistic and need to believe in love. You have a need to be nurtured deep within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------- Does your name begin with: K&lt;br /&gt;You are secretive, self-contained, and shy. You are very sexy, sensual, and passionate, but you do not let on to this. Only in intimate privacy will this part of your nature reveal itself. When it gets down to the nitty-gritty, you are an expert. You know all the little tricks of the trade, can play any role or any game, and take your love life very seriously. You don't fool around. You have the patience to wait for the right person to come along. You are very generous &amp; giving, often selfless. You are kind-natured &amp;amp; sweet, which is found to be attractive by many. You are a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------- Does your name begin with: L&lt;br /&gt;You can be very romantic, attached to the glamour of love. Having a partner is of paramount importance to you. You are free in your expression of love and are willing to take chances, try new sexual experiences and partners, provided it's all in good taste. Brains turn you on. You must feel that your partner is intellectually stimulating, otherwise you will find it difficult to sustain the relationship. You require loving, cuddling, wining, and dining to know that you're being appreciated. "You require loving, cuddling, wining, and dining to know that you're being appreciated ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------- Does your name begin with: M&lt;br /&gt;You may appear innocent, unassuming and shy; but we know that Appearances can lie. When it comes to sex, you are no novice but something of a skilled technician. You can easily go to extremes, though, running the gamut from insatiability to boredom with the whole idea of love. You can be highly critical of you mate, seeking perfection in both of you. It is not easy to find someone who can meet your standards. You have difficulty expressing emotions and drawing close to lovers. You are often selfish, thinking you are always right no matter what. You never give in. Winning is your prime desire- at any cost. You often forget friends and family and you live for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------- Does your name begin with: N&lt;br /&gt;You are emotional and intense. When involved in a relationship, you Throw your entire being into it. Nothing stops you; there are no holds barred. You are all-consuming and crave someone who is equally passionate and intense. You believe in total freedom. You are willing to try anything and everything. Your supply of energy is inexhaustible. You want to be pampered and know how to pamper your mate. You also enjoy mothering your mate. You often have the greatest love affairs all by yourself, in your head. You are very imaginative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------- Does your name begin with: O&lt;br /&gt;You are very interested in fun activities yet secretive and shy about your desires. You can re-channel much of your energy into making money and/or seeking we. You can easily have extended periods of celibacy. You are a passionate, compassionate lover, requ iring the same qualities From your mate. Love is serious business; thus you demand intensity, diversity and is willing to try anything or anyone. Sometimes your passions turn to possessiveness, which must be kept in check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------- Does your name begin with: P&lt;br /&gt;You are very conscious of social proprieties. You wouldn't think of Doing anything that might harm your image or Reputation. Appearances count. Therefore, you require a good-looking partner. You also require an intelligent partner. Oddly enough, you may view your partner as your enemy...a good fight stimulates those vibes. You are relatively free of hang- ups.You are willing to experiment and try new ways of doing things.You are very social and sensual; you enjoy flirting and need a good deal of physical gratification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------- Does your name begin with: Q&lt;br /&gt;You require constant activity and stimulation. You have tremendous physical energy. It is not easy for a partner to keep up with you. You are an enthusiastic lover and tend to be attracted to people because of their ethnic groups. You need romance, hearts and flowers, and conversation to turn you on and keep you going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------- Does your name begin with: R&lt;br /&gt;You are a no-nonsense, action-oriented individual. You need someone who can keep pace with you and who is your intellectual equal-the smarter the better. You are turned on more quickly by a great mind than by a great body. However, physical attractiveness is not very important to you. You have to be proved to be worthy for a partner. You have a need to prove yourself the best. You want feedback on your performance. You are open, stimulating &amp; romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------- Does your name begin with: S&lt;br /&gt;For you, it is pleasure before business. You can be romantically idealistic to a fault and is capable of much sensuality. But you never loose control of your emotions. Once you make the commitment you stick like glue. You could get jealous and possessive. You tend to be very selfish often regarding yourself as the only human being on the planet.. You like being the centre of attention. You are very caring sensitive, private &amp;amp; sometimes very passive. Turned on by soft lights, romantic thoughts. When it gets down to the nitty-gritty, you are an expert. You know all the little tricks of the trade, can play any role, or any game, and take your love life very seriously. You don't fool around. You have the patience to wait for the rightperson to come along. You are very generous &amp; giving, often selfless. You are kind nature &amp;amp; sweet which is found to be attractive by many. You are a good friend. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------- Does your name begin with: T&lt;br /&gt;You are very sensitive, private &amp; sometimes very passive. You like someone who takes the lead. You get turned on by music, soft lights &amp;amp; romantic thoughts. You fantasize &amp; tend to fall in &amp;amp; out of love soon. When in love you are romantic, idealistic, mushy &amp; extremely. You enjoy havin g your senses &amp;amp; your feelings stimulated, titillated &amp; teased. You are a great flirt. You can make your relationships fit your dreams, all in your own head. Once you put your mind to something you manage to stand by it and see your dreams through. You aren't very good at expressing your feelings. You like things your own way. You do not like change, you like to hold on to things. This may not always be good because if given an opportunity things may develop into great things. You work your way to the top. Attention must be given to what others say because even though you don't want to hear it their advice may turn out to save your life. !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------- Does your name begin with: U&lt;br /&gt;You are enthusiastic &amp;amp; at your happiest when in love. When not in love you're in love with love and always looking for someone to adore. You see romance as challenge. You are a roamer &amp; needs adventure, excitement freedom. You enjoy giving gifts &amp;amp; looking good. You are willing to put others feelings above yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------- Does your name begin with: V&lt;br /&gt;You are individualistic &amp; you need freedom, space &amp;amp; excitement. You wait till you know someone well before committing yourself. Knowing someone means psyching her/him out. You feel a need to get into his/her head to see what makes him tick. You are attracted to eccentric types. You believe that age is no barrier. You are good at responding to danger, fear &amp; suspense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------- Does your name begin with: W&lt;br /&gt;You are very proud, determined &amp;amp; refuses to take no for an answer when it come to love. Your ego is at stake all the time. You are romantic, idealistic, often in love with love itself, not seeing your partner for who she or he really is. You feel deeply about love &amp; tends to throw all of your self into a relationship. Nothing is too good for your lover. You like playing love games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------- Does your name begin with: X&lt;br /&gt;You need constant stimulation because you get bored quickly. You can handle more than 1 relationship at a time with ease. You can't shut off your mind. You can do 2 things at once. You are very talented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------- Does your name begin with: Y&lt;br /&gt;You are sensual &amp;amp; very independent. If you can't have it your way, you will forget the whole thing. You want to control your relationships which doesn't work out too well. You respond to physical stimulation. However if you can make money you will give up the pleasures of the flesh for the moment. You have a need to prove yourself the best. You want feedback on your performance. You are open, stimulating &amp; romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------- Does your name begin with: Z&lt;br /&gt;You are very romantic but show feels that to love means to suffer. You wind up serving your mate &amp;amp; attracting people who have u nusual trouble. You see yourself as a lover's saviour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692724-115460500006978532?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/115460500006978532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=115460500006978532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/115460500006978532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/115460500006978532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2006/08/meanings-of-names-starting-with.html' title='Meanings of names starting with different alphabets.'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-114915927405525902</id><published>2007-05-20T14:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:42.699Z</updated><title type='text'>Whats worth more in life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ITS AN ILLUSION  THAT WITH MONEY , POWER AND PRESTIGE WE CAN BECOME HAPPY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RlBRYoRZdhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kJRAXihmopw/s1600-h/ILLUSION--large-msg-117002295546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066639064360908306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RlBRYoRZdhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kJRAXihmopw/s400/ILLUSION--large-msg-117002295546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I  still go with the age old saying..." Money definatly cannot buy happiness"! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Its only a means... ofcourse with money u can do alot for the poor an needy also, as everything in life comes with a pice tag! But....ultimatly what counts is .....are material things responsible for true happiness or...its just something which elivates your mood for sometime; yet if you are not truelly one with yourself, and God....one will always be dissatisfied...no matter how much wealth they equire!  Happiness  is a state of mind; which can come when we have the wisdome and knowledge ;that money will come and go and flow like water....here today ,gone tomarrow....! WE are first all souls undearneath our humanly body and exterier......and try to look and search for happiness in monetary gains , or in the outside mundane world...whereas...if we search deepwithin....go indepth.....really deep we will find...there is alot of Bliss...we ARE actually bliss and full of energy/lifesource...yet we get bogged down....in the superficial.....mundane world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;My feeling is that it's all about money only until you have a considerable amount of money..but once you have an impressive fortune..money is really not the most important thing to you anymore..&lt;br /&gt;Some prosperous people go for fame some go for power..but i wonder if they are still satisfied..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like satisfaction is worth the most in life..you gotta be satisfied at some point or else life is just worthless...&lt;br /&gt;And the age old saying holds very true here i guess 'money really cannot buy happiness'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen the rich and famous celebritites...for example how they try to mask their emotions, and how fake lifestyles they live?&lt;br /&gt;How they put layers upon layers of makingup to hide.......their real self?&lt;br /&gt;How they try to hide the puffiness in their eyes, coz they were probably partying and drinking all night long and didnt catch much sleep....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How everything becomes fake in their lives....from trying to put on a fake smile, to having fake friends, to....and so on and so forth the list can go on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually feel sorry for them because.....they are the most insecure of people....not knowing whome to trust and when; as they must be constantly wondering.....is he for my money or for me?&lt;br /&gt;Hence when it all becomes too much for them they take to drungs, alcohol, smoking, and many other different life destabelizing things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They most be the most miserable and lonely sorts.....not having anything real in their life; their private lives constantly bombarded with media attention etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why although when young i used to be a prick but i have stopped judging people anymore; coz God forbid if we were in their shoes....we would know what it felt like!&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/21692724-114915927405525902?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114915927405525902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=114915927405525902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/114915927405525902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/114915927405525902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2006/06/whats-worth-more-in-life.html' title='Whats worth more in life?'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RlBRYoRZdhI/AAAAAAAAAT0/kJRAXihmopw/s72-c/ILLUSION--large-msg-117002295546.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-6326498376772172167</id><published>2007-05-18T08:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:42.775Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rk1d0YRZdgI/AAAAAAAAATs/3zc1Yhc_JZY/s1600-h/painful+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065808310311679490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rk1d0YRZdgI/AAAAAAAAATs/3zc1Yhc_JZY/s400/painful+love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;"It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; takes so many years",&lt;br /&gt;as Eliot said,&lt;br /&gt;So many years of inner strain and sweat,&lt;br /&gt;"To learn that one is dead".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/21692724-6326498376772172167?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/6326498376772172167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=6326498376772172167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/6326498376772172167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/6326498376772172167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/05/it-takes-so-many-years-as-eliot-said-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rk1d0YRZdgI/AAAAAAAAATs/3zc1Yhc_JZY/s72-c/painful+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-6321709513955676227</id><published>2007-05-18T08:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:42.890Z</updated><title type='text'>EYES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rk1dRYRZdfI/AAAAAAAAATk/SLP9sC_HxBI/s1600-h/eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065807709016258034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rk1dRYRZdfI/AAAAAAAAATk/SLP9sC_HxBI/s400/eye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Your eyes are lovely, dark and deep,&lt;br /&gt;But passion's alps are very steep,&lt;br /&gt;And all my dreams are fast asleep,&lt;br /&gt;And all my dreams are fast asleep.&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/21692724-6321709513955676227?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/6321709513955676227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=6321709513955676227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/6321709513955676227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/6321709513955676227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/05/eyes.html' title='EYES'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rk1dRYRZdfI/AAAAAAAAATk/SLP9sC_HxBI/s72-c/eye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-1480439520505585010</id><published>2007-05-16T17:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:43.028Z</updated><title type='text'>STRANGER...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rks86YRZdbI/AAAAAAAAATE/c7VO4BHA9oI/s1600-h/4241769509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065209179553756594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rks86YRZdbI/AAAAAAAAATE/c7VO4BHA9oI/s400/4241769509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Deep within my hungry soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;raged a tormented beast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Who yearned for freedom, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;wings to fly; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;its moaning never ceased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;In darkest hours of sullen nights &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;as shrouded as the dead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tears sprang up from my fragile wounds &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;and drowned me in my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I cried out in vain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The beast won again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A fingertip 'pon dampened cheek roused me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;one night, from dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Although I feared another in my world, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I did not scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;But rather gazed into these eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;that drew me to a sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Embellished with angelic song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;With wings spread,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I was free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The beast made no sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;All sorrows had drowned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Some kind of angel was this man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;who freed me from torment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My wings alighted '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;pon a blissful breeze &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;his Love had sent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;No dread, no night, could haunt me now; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'd banished Loneliness;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;All thoughts of fear, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;sad memories, now paled beside his kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Entwined within my lover's arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I no longer fear the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;He's given me the wind; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;he's opened up the cage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I've taken flight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;From high above majestic oaks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;the world's a lonely place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;But all the hope I'll ever need rests &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;in my lover's face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This Stranger crossed my path one day...&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/21692724-1480439520505585010?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/1480439520505585010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=1480439520505585010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/1480439520505585010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/1480439520505585010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/05/stranger.html' title='STRANGER...'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rks86YRZdbI/AAAAAAAAATE/c7VO4BHA9oI/s72-c/4241769509.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-4972972099217454922</id><published>2007-05-16T15:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:43.187Z</updated><title type='text'>"THE MAN KNOWS NOTHING"!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RksulYRZdZI/AAAAAAAAAS0/PIeHPSc4NPo/s1600-h/the+mother+in+me!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065193425613714834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RksulYRZdZI/AAAAAAAAAS0/PIeHPSc4NPo/s400/the+mother+in+me!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;How can a man know what a woman's life is?&lt;br /&gt;A woman's life is quite different from a man's.&lt;br /&gt;God has ordered it so.&lt;br /&gt;A man is the same from the time of circumcision to the time of his withering.&lt;br /&gt;He is the same before he has sought out a woman for the first time,&lt;br /&gt;and afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;But the day a woman enjoys her first love cuts her in two.&lt;br /&gt;She becomes another woman on that day,&lt;br /&gt;The man is the same after his first love as he was before.&lt;br /&gt;The woman is from the first day of her first love another.&lt;br /&gt;That continues all through life.&lt;br /&gt;The man spends a night by a woman and goes away.&lt;br /&gt;His life and body are always the same.&lt;br /&gt;The woman conceives.&lt;br /&gt;As a mother she is another person than the woman without a child.&lt;br /&gt;She carries the fruit of her womb for nine long months in her body.&lt;br /&gt;Something grows.&lt;br /&gt;Something grows into her life that never again departs from it.&lt;br /&gt;She is a mother.&lt;br /&gt;She is and remains a mother even though her child dies,&lt;br /&gt;though all her children die.&lt;br /&gt;For at one time she carried the child under her heart.&lt;br /&gt;And it does not go out of her heart ever again.&lt;br /&gt;Not even when it is dead.&lt;br /&gt;All this the man does not know;&lt;br /&gt;he knows nothing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692724-4972972099217454922?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/4972972099217454922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=4972972099217454922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/4972972099217454922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/4972972099217454922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/05/man-knows-nothing.html' title='&quot;THE MAN KNOWS NOTHING&quot;!'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RksulYRZdZI/AAAAAAAAAS0/PIeHPSc4NPo/s72-c/the+mother+in+me!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-5516639292970728372</id><published>2007-05-16T15:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:43.301Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rk1aKoRZddI/AAAAAAAAATU/oTDqQb0xhLo/s1600-h/stillloveyou_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065804294517257682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rk1aKoRZddI/AAAAAAAAATU/oTDqQb0xhLo/s400/stillloveyou_t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;"Whenever I hear old chronicles of love,&lt;br /&gt;it's age old pain,&lt;br /&gt;It's ancient tale of being apart or together."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/21692724-5516639292970728372?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/5516639292970728372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=5516639292970728372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/5516639292970728372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/5516639292970728372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/05/whenever-i-hear-old-chronicles-of-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rk1aKoRZddI/AAAAAAAAATU/oTDqQb0xhLo/s72-c/stillloveyou_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-7525281421604245568</id><published>2007-05-16T13:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:43.442Z</updated><title type='text'>How to Handle an Emotional Attack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RksEgIRZdWI/AAAAAAAAASc/xHhDfruL-xA/s1600-h/nude"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065147155931034978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RksEgIRZdWI/AAAAAAAAASc/xHhDfruL-xA/s400/nude" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Psycis says:&lt;br /&gt;"One of the most painful experiences a person can have is being emotionally attacked.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, it is important to recognize this for what it is.&lt;br /&gt;Being punched in the nose is obvious - we know we have been attacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With emotions, it is more subtle and more painful."&lt;br /&gt;And it leaves us with a lot of questions.&lt;br /&gt;When is it an emotional attack?&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel sick to your stomach? Is your heart beating fast? Are you shaky or uncomfortable?&lt;br /&gt;Your body's reaction is the first sign that you've been emotionally attacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mystic says,&lt;br /&gt;"Listen to your body. Whether it is a coworker, stranger, a relative or your own marriage partner, the feeling is the same - discomfort.&lt;br /&gt;Even if the words are seemingly helpful and kind, an emotional attack is an attempt to take away your power and it will not feel good.&lt;br /&gt;The moment you feel these inexplicable and unwelcome feelings, listen to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why does it hurt?An emotional attack usually takes us by surprise and comes from someone we have trusted (which is why it is so powerful).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a physical attack, an emotional attack can occur in the heat of the moment or it can be premeditated.&lt;br /&gt;It leaves an emotional wound that can take many weeks, months and even years to heal.&lt;br /&gt;Deal and heal Mystic says,&lt;br /&gt;"Distance yourself from the situation and person. Reflect on what is going on, and most importantly do not ever doubt yourself."&lt;br /&gt;More often than not, you will want to work out why you have been emotionally attacked to see if there was something you may have done to deserve this abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop right there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one deserves to be emotionally attacked.&lt;br /&gt;If you trust your intuition about being wronged, it's the first step toward healing.&lt;br /&gt;Do I confront them?&lt;br /&gt;After you have had time to reflect on what is going on,&lt;br /&gt;Mystic says,&lt;br /&gt;"Address the person directing this energy towards you. If they deny it or tell you it's in your head,&lt;br /&gt;know that this is a defense mechanism they are using.&lt;br /&gt;If a person cares for you,&lt;br /&gt;they will apologize for making you feel bad and they will not do it again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they do not apologize, this may be someone you don't want in your life.&lt;br /&gt;I still feel bad!&lt;br /&gt;An emotional attack can result in feelings of heartbreak, betrayal and sadness, which can take a very long time to fade.&lt;br /&gt;After it happens, it can sometimes be hard to trust people again!&lt;br /&gt;If the attack has resulted in the severing of a relationship (platonic or romantic), you may go through all the feelings of a break-up.&lt;br /&gt;Give yourself time to heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of loving and offering your friendship to others can also open you to emotional attack by those who are unworthy of you.&lt;br /&gt;As we go through life, we become more adept at discerning, but not immune to, those who may abuse our trust.&lt;br /&gt;The only safeguard is to honor the self.&lt;br /&gt;As Mystic says,&lt;br /&gt;"When we truly honor ourselves, we are safe from emotional attacks. Meditating on this truth and integrating this mantra into our being is our own inner safeguard, protection and natural right as a human being."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distance yourself emotionally....&lt;br /&gt;"If you are emotionally attacked, try to remain as calm as possible by staying centered emotionally,"&lt;br /&gt;psychics advises.&lt;br /&gt;"It may help to try and distance yourself emotionally and realize that when someone is attacking you emotionally,&lt;br /&gt;the issue is often times more about the other person than you.&lt;br /&gt;In other words, the other party may be having a bad day or have insecurities about themselves that they are projecting onto you.&lt;br /&gt;If you can look at them as people who are reacting from their own emotional baggage, then it will not have as big of an effect on you and maybe no effect at all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692724-7525281421604245568?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/7525281421604245568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=7525281421604245568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/7525281421604245568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/7525281421604245568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-to-handle-emotional-attack.html' title='How to Handle an Emotional Attack'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RksEgIRZdWI/AAAAAAAAASc/xHhDfruL-xA/s72-c/nude' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-3871454587457732321</id><published>2007-05-05T05:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:43.828Z</updated><title type='text'>GAZAL...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RjwdwP06QWI/AAAAAAAAARk/Si--ulShJbk/s1600-h/fools+fall+in+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060952795976974690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RjwdwP06QWI/AAAAAAAAARk/Si--ulShJbk/s400/fools+fall+in+love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;JOOSTAJU JISKI THI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;JOOSTUJU JISKE THI USKO TOH NA PAYA HUMNE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ISS BAHANE SE MAGAR DHEKH LIYA DUNIYA HUMNE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;JOOSTUJU JISKI THI......[2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;TUJHKO RUSWA NA KIYA [2] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;KHUD BHI PASHEMAN NA HUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ISHK KI RASM KO ISS TEREH NIBHAYA HUMNE [2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;JUSTUJU JISKI THI USKO TOH....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;KAB MILI THI, KAHAN BICHADI THI [2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;HUMEIN YAAD NAHI..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ZINDAGI TUJHKO TOH [2] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;BASS KHWAB MEIN DEKHA HUMNE[2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;JUSTUJU JISKI THI....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;AAI KHUDA [2] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;AUR SUNAYE BHI TOH KYA KHYAL APNA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;UMRA KA LUMBA SAFAR [2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;TAY KIYA, TANHA HUMNE [2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;JOOSTAJU JISKI THI USKO TOH NA PAAYA HUMNE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ISS BAHANE SE MAGAR DEKH LI DUNIYA HUMNE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;JOOSTAJU JISKI THI....&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/21692724-3871454587457732321?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/3871454587457732321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=3871454587457732321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/3871454587457732321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/3871454587457732321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/05/gazal.html' title='GAZAL...'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RjwdwP06QWI/AAAAAAAAARk/Si--ulShJbk/s72-c/fools+fall+in+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-4506984548196306857</id><published>2007-05-03T17:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:44.066Z</updated><title type='text'>TOMARROW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rjw2MP06QZI/AAAAAAAAAR8/NNUqqU1Rsso/s1600-h/reflection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060979665292378514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rjw2MP06QZI/AAAAAAAAAR8/NNUqqU1Rsso/s400/reflection.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060978458406568306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rjw1F_06QXI/AAAAAAAAARs/uANEZDtEQ30/s400/sorrowful+soul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;My soul stood up today and said:&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is full of sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I said,&lt;br /&gt;Joy left me yesterday and said&lt;br /&gt;She will be back tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seems to be the fate of man to seek all his consolations in futurity. The time present is seldom able to fill desire or imagination with immediate enjoyment, and we are forced to supply its deficiencies by recollection or anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Samuel Johnson (1709-1784&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&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/21692724-4506984548196306857?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/4506984548196306857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=4506984548196306857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/4506984548196306857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/4506984548196306857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/05/tomarrow.html' title='TOMARROW'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rjw2MP06QZI/AAAAAAAAAR8/NNUqqU1Rsso/s72-c/reflection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-8314986942471410228</id><published>2007-05-03T17:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:44.445Z</updated><title type='text'>CAVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rjw84v06QaI/AAAAAAAAASE/4_pW4JysLWI/s1600-h/4154682747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060987026866323874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rjw84v06QaI/AAAAAAAAASE/4_pW4JysLWI/s400/4154682747.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;Within my cave at night I sit&lt;br /&gt;And light the lantern of my wit&lt;br /&gt;To cogitate upon my ways&lt;br /&gt;And solve the riddles of my days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the cave a casket lies,&lt;br /&gt;With precious hopes and dreams inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dig it out, one needs the zeal&lt;br /&gt;One used to have when life was real.&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/21692724-8314986942471410228?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/8314986942471410228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=8314986942471410228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/8314986942471410228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/8314986942471410228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/05/cave.html' title='CAVE'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rjw84v06QaI/AAAAAAAAASE/4_pW4JysLWI/s72-c/4154682747.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-6426547932788061450</id><published>2007-05-03T17:38:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:44.551Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rk1cOoRZdeI/AAAAAAAAATc/XZUTchiV4MI/s1600-h/carnation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065806562259989986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rk1cOoRZdeI/AAAAAAAAATc/XZUTchiV4MI/s400/carnation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Carnation fragrance&lt;br /&gt;amid the ruins calms her&lt;br /&gt;but sadness remains&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/21692724-6426547932788061450?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/6426547932788061450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=6426547932788061450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/6426547932788061450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/6426547932788061450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/05/carnation-fragrance-amid-ruins-calms.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rk1cOoRZdeI/AAAAAAAAATc/XZUTchiV4MI/s72-c/carnation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-2039386294750299241</id><published>2007-05-03T17:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:44.709Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rks6-4RZdaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/PNHtDMFE2qk/s1600-h/cloudless+eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065207057839912354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rks6-4RZdaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/PNHtDMFE2qk/s400/cloudless+eyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;In her cloudless eyes&lt;br /&gt;the radiance of resistance&lt;br /&gt;enduringly glows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692724-2039386294750299241?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/2039386294750299241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=2039386294750299241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/2039386294750299241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/2039386294750299241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-her-cloudless-eyes-radiance-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rks6-4RZdaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/PNHtDMFE2qk/s72-c/cloudless+eyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-4826285376944129066</id><published>2007-05-03T17:33:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:44.819Z</updated><title type='text'>Constantly searching</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RjocIP06QVI/AAAAAAAAARc/bIcmtdhCJ7E/s1600-h/jialuwarmwinds2d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060388059317158226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RjocIP06QVI/AAAAAAAAARc/bIcmtdhCJ7E/s400/jialuwarmwinds2d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Despite The Bleakness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="6751166382930659018"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For things of beauty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;constantly am I searching&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;despite the bleakness &lt;/em&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/21692724-4826285376944129066?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/4826285376944129066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=4826285376944129066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/4826285376944129066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/4826285376944129066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/05/constantly-searching.html' title='Constantly searching'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RjocIP06QVI/AAAAAAAAARc/bIcmtdhCJ7E/s72-c/jialuwarmwinds2d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-1489541819902006534</id><published>2007-04-19T19:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:45.009Z</updated><title type='text'>Live...Life...Love....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RifNzGPir8I/AAAAAAAAARM/pP__waGOD_M/s1600-h/lifetooshorta1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055235384479494082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RifNzGPir8I/AAAAAAAAARM/pP__waGOD_M/s400/lifetooshorta1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You'll fight with your best friend. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692724-1489541819902006534?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/1489541819902006534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=1489541819902006534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/1489541819902006534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/1489541819902006534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/04/livelifelove.html' title='Live...Life...Love....'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RifNzGPir8I/AAAAAAAAARM/pP__waGOD_M/s72-c/lifetooshorta1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-7978816648246019590</id><published>2007-04-19T19:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:45.222Z</updated><title type='text'>How unfair!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RifMJWPir6I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/9V49YCeuz_M/s1600-h/Quiet+woods.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055233567708327842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RifMJWPir6I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/9V49YCeuz_M/s400/Quiet+woods.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Isn't life so unfair? You turn out to love someone who could not love you just the same, but still you continue loving because you hope things will end up fine, but it wouldn't. You cry, you feel bad, you end up broken. You want to hurt that person but by doing so you hurt yourself more! Still that person doesn't care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Why does love exist? to make us happy for a minute or to hurt us for the rest of our life? Funny it is to realize that before it ends, you'll find yourself thinking that you still want to return to whom your heart belongs.&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/21692724-7978816648246019590?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/7978816648246019590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=7978816648246019590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/7978816648246019590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/7978816648246019590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-unfair.html' title='How unfair!?'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RifMJWPir6I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/9V49YCeuz_M/s72-c/Quiet+woods.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-3659508025232220701</id><published>2007-04-19T18:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:45.465Z</updated><title type='text'>((Song in Hindi))</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RifLHmPir5I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/iXs-GNU9KSk/s1600-h/3530716998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055232438131928978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RifLHmPir5I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/iXs-GNU9KSk/s400/3530716998.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NA JANE KYUN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Na janekyun hota hai ye zindagi ke sath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Achanak ye mann, kisi ke jane ke baad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;kare phir uski yaad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;choti-choti si baat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Na jane kyun....{2}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Jho anjaan pal,dhal gaye kal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Aaj woh, rang badal -badal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;mann ko machal-machal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;rahe hai chal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Na jane kyun......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;woh anjaan pal....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Saje bina mere nayeno mein,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Toote re hai re sapno ke mahal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Na jane kyun.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Wohi hai dagar,wohi hai safar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;magar hai nahi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;saath hai nahi abb mera humsafar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;dhondhe nazar idhar -udhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Wohi hai dagar.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Kahan gayi shaame,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;madbhari....woh mere din gaye kidhar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Na jane kyun...hota hai ye zindagi ke saath,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Achaanak ye mann, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;kisis ke jane ke baad kare phir uski yaad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;choti-choti si baat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Na jane kyun....????&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/21692724-3659508025232220701?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/3659508025232220701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=3659508025232220701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/3659508025232220701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/3659508025232220701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/04/song-in-hindi.html' title='((Song in Hindi))'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RifLHmPir5I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/iXs-GNU9KSk/s72-c/3530716998.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-2881127760203252814</id><published>2007-04-14T15:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:45.559Z</updated><title type='text'>WHEN I MUST LEAVE YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RiD_0CP51XI/AAAAAAAAAQk/akQohudCWcc/s1600-h/I_LOVE_YOU--large-msg-117002295691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053320051331552626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RiD_0CP51XI/AAAAAAAAAQk/akQohudCWcc/s400/I_LOVE_YOU--large-msg-117002295691.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;When i must leave you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;for a while,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Please do not grieve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;and shed wild tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;And hug your sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;to you through the years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;But start out bravely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;with a gallant smile;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;And for my sake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;and in my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Live on and do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;all things the same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Feed not your loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;on empty days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;But fill each waking hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;in useful ways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Reach out your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;in comfort and in cheer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;And i in turn will comfort you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;and hold you near;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;And never, never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;be afraid to die,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;For i am waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;for you in the sky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/21692724-2881127760203252814?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/2881127760203252814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=2881127760203252814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/2881127760203252814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/2881127760203252814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-i-must-leave-you.html' title='WHEN I MUST LEAVE YOU'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RiD_0CP51XI/AAAAAAAAAQk/akQohudCWcc/s72-c/I_LOVE_YOU--large-msg-117002295691.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-3191159948674762518</id><published>2007-04-14T14:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:45.796Z</updated><title type='text'>Everyone NeedsSomeone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RiDytiP51WI/AAAAAAAAAQc/knXoJ_UvYo0/s1600-h/needsomeonetop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053305646011241826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RiDytiP51WI/AAAAAAAAAQc/knXoJ_UvYo0/s400/needsomeonetop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;People need people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;andfriends need friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and we all ned love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;For a full life depends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;not on vast riches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;or a great acclaim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Not on success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;or a wordly fame,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But just in knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;that someone cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and holds us close &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;in their thoughts and prayers-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;For only the knowledge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;that we're understood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Makes everyday living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;feel wonderfully good,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And we rob ourseelves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;of life's greatest need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;When we' lockup our hearts'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and fail to heed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The outstretched hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;reaching to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;A kindered spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;whose heart and mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;are lovely and longing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;to somehow share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;our joys and sorrows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and to make us aware&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;That life's completeness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and richness depends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;On things we share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;with our loved ones and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"Everybody Loves Somebody Sometime"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Sequencer Unknown Recorded by Dean Martin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692724-3191159948674762518?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/3191159948674762518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=3191159948674762518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/3191159948674762518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/3191159948674762518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/04/everyone-needssomeone.html' title='Everyone NeedsSomeone!'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RiDytiP51WI/AAAAAAAAAQc/knXoJ_UvYo0/s72-c/needsomeonetop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-940413913426793579</id><published>2007-04-14T09:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:45.925Z</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RiCf7iP51VI/AAAAAAAAAQU/An06N5TDA1Y/s1600-h/thinking.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053214627064304978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RiCf7iP51VI/AAAAAAAAAQU/An06N5TDA1Y/s400/thinking.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Sometimes, to do what's RIGHT, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;we have to be ready and give up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the thing we want the most... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;even our dreams."&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/21692724-940413913426793579?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/940413913426793579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=940413913426793579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/940413913426793579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/940413913426793579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/04/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes....'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RiCf7iP51VI/AAAAAAAAAQU/An06N5TDA1Y/s72-c/thinking.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-3502214018640047834</id><published>2007-04-13T20:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:46.004Z</updated><title type='text'>THE MASK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rh_rWSP51QI/AAAAAAAAAPs/G_IWm_w9jiI/s1600-h/seifert_impossibility_of_proximity_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053016075021178114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rh_rWSP51QI/AAAAAAAAAPs/G_IWm_w9jiI/s400/seifert_impossibility_of_proximity_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"Life is a series of pulls back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;You want to do one thing, but you are bound to do something else.&lt;br /&gt;Something hurts you, yet you know it shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;You take certain things for granted,&lt;br /&gt;even when you know you should never take anything for granted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;"A tension of opposites.&lt;br /&gt;And most of us live somewhere in the middle."&lt;br /&gt;"Which side wins?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love wins. Love always wins."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading these phrases somehow reminds me of the time when I was still wearing a mask. Trying hard to be somebody that I am not just to please people around me, to meet their expectations, to do things that they perceive ‘right’ for me, to be what they think everybody should be doing. At times, I would have to laugh at jokes I don’t think funny at all just because other people laugh. I would have to smile when they are making funny or cynical comments on people like me, yet deep inside my heart was hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Had their expectations of me were the same as my own expectations, things would’ve been much easier. But this is life, it is not supposed to be easy.&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired of doing what majority ‘herd’ do just as to be regarded as part of the group. There were moments when I wanted to cry out loud what was really inside my heart, what I really think and my idealism, yet I failed to do so because I was afraid to be rejected, afraid that I would hurt the people I love. In a way, I have let others dictated me how I should lead my life.&lt;br /&gt;You can imagine how stressful life was back then: living in denials, leading a double-standard life, telling lies to people around you, and worse… to yourself. There were times when I tried hard to believe that what is good for others is also good for me. But my heart struggled and ached.&lt;br /&gt;It’s like stepping on two boats at the same time. As time goes by, these two boats were drifting apart… further and further. If I didn’t want to get drowned, I had to decide quickly which boat I choose step on with my two feet: the crowded large and comfortable boat sailing along the river flow or the lonely small boat sailing against the river flow.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, I would use my logic in making decisions. But this is about my life, so I followed my heart. I regarded living unhappy everyday is just as well as dying. Thus, instead of taking the major path our society has set, I walked my own path. I know that life will not be easy here and the end of the path is still unknown, but at least this is what I choose and most importantly I am happy doing it.&lt;br /&gt;Taking off my mask now I see more clearly those who actually love me for who I really am, and those who used to love me for my mask.&lt;br /&gt;Well, should I leave my trails for others to follow? I can’t promise anything beautiful at the end of my path. I personally still don’t know what’s lying ahead. But sometimes we worry too much on what is ‘in-the-end’, that we forget to enjoy the process of “getting-there”. So, I’ll just enjoy what’s ahead and already in front of me… Live for today, live for the present…&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/21692724-3502214018640047834?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/3502214018640047834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=3502214018640047834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/3502214018640047834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/3502214018640047834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/04/mask.html' title='THE MASK'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rh_rWSP51QI/AAAAAAAAAPs/G_IWm_w9jiI/s72-c/seifert_impossibility_of_proximity_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-8295452766946352905</id><published>2007-04-13T20:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:46.203Z</updated><title type='text'>Watching The Same Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RiEOgiP51YI/AAAAAAAAAQs/1uGTqZyKMkY/s1600-h/Stars.0"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053336208998520194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RiEOgiP51YI/AAAAAAAAAQs/1uGTqZyKMkY/s400/Stars.0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RiCdxyP51UI/AAAAAAAAAQM/VBWVqj9rCcE/s1600-h/look+up+to+the+sky"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053212260537324866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RiCdxyP51UI/AAAAAAAAAQM/VBWVqj9rCcE/s400/look+up+to+the+sky" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At times, I would feel so lonely and apart from you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thinking you were so far away out of my reach,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But when I looked at the stars glittering in my balcony sky,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A wide smile would bridge these two favourite cheeks of yours,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because I know we are actually not that far apart,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because it is the same sky we are still sleeping under,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because at that moment we are watching the same stars,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/21692724-8295452766946352905?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/8295452766946352905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=8295452766946352905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/8295452766946352905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/8295452766946352905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/04/watching-same-stars.html' title='Watching The Same Stars'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RiEOgiP51YI/AAAAAAAAAQs/1uGTqZyKMkY/s72-c/Stars.0' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-3474201951896040861</id><published>2007-04-13T20:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:46.328Z</updated><title type='text'>Panic Attack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rh_m6CP51PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/eQx5bZU9QUg/s1600-h/the+sad+me!.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053011191643362546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rh_m6CP51PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/eQx5bZU9QUg/s400/the+sad+me!.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I sometimes have what I called as “Lonely Panic Attack”.&lt;br /&gt;It’s a condition that hits me usually when I am on my own and have no activities to do.&lt;br /&gt;I panic and feeling so lonely and empty inside (despite the number of great friends and supportive family members around me)…&lt;br /&gt;feeling needy for the presence of that special person to fill the empty space in the heart…&lt;br /&gt;desperate to love and to be loved…&lt;br /&gt;In times like this, I would then re-evaluate again the path of life I’ve been living, and start re-considering any necessary changes to make my life better.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve also seen examples from people around me, how harsh this “Lonely Panic Attack” can be.&lt;br /&gt;It makes people on bending their criteria and re-writing their “Must Haves lists” in searching for the RIGHT partner.&lt;br /&gt;People become more compromising to the attributes of their potential partners, and forming an attitude of “it’s better than nothing” or “rather than end up being ALONE for the rest of my life”.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’m not saying that it is wrong to settle for less.&lt;br /&gt;After all, there are no such things as a “Perfect Partner” in life, there is only the RIGHT partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once read a saying that said : “Instead of looking for a perfect person to love, one should learn to love the imperfect person perfectly.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, we should ask ourselves when we have the so-called Lonely Panic Attack: Are we really that needy / desperate?&lt;br /&gt;To what extent should we compromise?&lt;br /&gt;Why did we create our criteria or Must Haves list in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;Aren’t they supposed to be our guidelines in searching for the RIGHT partner?&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/21692724-3474201951896040861?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/3474201951896040861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=3474201951896040861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/3474201951896040861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/3474201951896040861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/04/panic-attack.html' title='Panic Attack'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rh_m6CP51PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/eQx5bZU9QUg/s72-c/the+sad+me!.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-7718008545643581199</id><published>2007-04-13T17:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:46.517Z</updated><title type='text'>HINDI SONG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rh_fFCP51NI/AAAAAAAAAPU/LQ3EdpF3fxg/s1600-h/0ab17eac.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053002584528901330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rh_fFCP51NI/AAAAAAAAAPU/LQ3EdpF3fxg/s400/0ab17eac.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;BHOLI HUI YAADON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bholi hui yaadon, mujhe itna na satao..&lt;br /&gt;Abb chain se rehne do mere paas na aao..&lt;br /&gt;Bhuli hui yaadon.......[2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daman mein liye baithi hoon,&lt;br /&gt;Toote hue tare, toote hue tare[2]&lt;br /&gt;Kabtak mai jeeyungi yuhi khwabon ke sahare [2]&lt;br /&gt;Deewani hoon, abb aur na deewani banao...&lt;br /&gt;Abb chain se rehne do, mere paas na aao...&lt;br /&gt;Bhuli hui yaadon.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looto na mujhe iss tareh dau rahe pe lake..&lt;br /&gt;daurahe pe lake...[2]&lt;br /&gt;Aawaz na do, ek nairah dikhake [2]&lt;br /&gt;Sambhalti hoon mai gir gir ke mujhe&lt;br /&gt;Phir na girao...[2]&lt;br /&gt;Abb chain se rehne do,&lt;br /&gt;Mere paas na aao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhooli hui yaadon, mujhe itna na satao&lt;br /&gt;Abb chain se rehne do , mere paas na aao...&lt;br /&gt;Bhooli hui yaadon......&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/21692724-7718008545643581199?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/7718008545643581199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=7718008545643581199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/7718008545643581199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/7718008545643581199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/04/hindi-song.html' title='HINDI SONG'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rh_fFCP51NI/AAAAAAAAAPU/LQ3EdpF3fxg/s72-c/0ab17eac.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-6211036218739159204</id><published>2007-04-13T17:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:46.840Z</updated><title type='text'>Serinity prayer..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rh_gbyP51OI/AAAAAAAAAPc/0-s9RAnjWs0/s1600-h/robh_moonlights_curse_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053004074882553058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rh_gbyP51OI/AAAAAAAAAPc/0-s9RAnjWs0/s400/robh_moonlights_curse_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;God grant me the serenity&lt;br /&gt;To accept the things&lt;br /&gt;I cannot change,&lt;br /&gt;The courage to change the things I can;&lt;br /&gt;And the wisdom to know the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Exactly.. I've been worrying a LOT on things that I can't change.. never really realized it before.. "&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/21692724-6211036218739159204?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/6211036218739159204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=6211036218739159204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/6211036218739159204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/6211036218739159204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/04/serinity-prayer.html' title='Serinity prayer..'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rh_gbyP51OI/AAAAAAAAAPc/0-s9RAnjWs0/s72-c/robh_moonlights_curse_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-740679952181489850</id><published>2007-04-09T02:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:46.923Z</updated><title type='text'>Song By- Keane, Album-( Hopes and Fears)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RhmsDw1WzWI/AAAAAAAAAPE/G3eFxME7ZW0/s1600-h/msnljicon.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051257637721001314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RhmsDw1WzWI/AAAAAAAAAPE/G3eFxME7ZW0/s400/msnljicon.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;You say you wander your own land &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;But when I think about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I don't see how you can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;You're aching, you're breaking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;And I can see the pain in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Says everybody's changing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;And I don't know why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;So little time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Try to understand that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I'm Trying to make a move &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;just to stay in the game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I try to stay awake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;and remember my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;But everybody's changing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;and I don't feel the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;You're gone from here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Soon you will disappear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Fading into beautiful light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;'cos everybody's changing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;And I don't feel right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;So little time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Try to understand that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I'm Trying to make a move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;just to stay in the game &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I try to stay awake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;and remember my name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;But everybody's changing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;and I don't feel the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;So little time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Try to understand that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Trying to make a move&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just to stay in the game &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I try to stay awake &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and remember my name&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But everybody's changing &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and I don't feel the same !!!_______________________________________________________________________&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/21692724-740679952181489850?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/740679952181489850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=740679952181489850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/740679952181489850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/740679952181489850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/04/song-by-keane-album-hopes-and-fears.html' title='Song By- Keane, Album-( Hopes and Fears)'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RhmsDw1WzWI/AAAAAAAAAPE/G3eFxME7ZW0/s72-c/msnljicon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-3947076407875809422</id><published>2007-04-04T14:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:47.069Z</updated><title type='text'>Pleasant surprises...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RhK3uhb8ErI/AAAAAAAAAO0/K0zKvyr1SuQ/s1600-h/aerial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049300142113166002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RhK3uhb8ErI/AAAAAAAAAO0/K0zKvyr1SuQ/s400/aerial.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;How come you get treated to pleasant surprises when you least expect them, at times you most need to - mentally - get away from everything that makes up your daily life?&lt;br /&gt;This has kept happening to me several times in the past few months, specially when things seemed hopeless and very bad.... Maybe there is someone up their who watches over us and doesnt let..testing and trying times...exceed more than we can handle or cope with i guess....Just enough for us...to wakeup and learn something out of it...or to become strong or whatever..!&lt;br /&gt;Can call it fate, destiny, some higher force OUT THERE ... or whatever...one wants...but i feel....he does help us...when we let out a genuien cry from within, from the depths of heart!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...whatever...its nice when that happens to you, coz makes you feel...YES i am loved by God and he hasnt forgotten me; and can hear my cries!!!&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/21692724-3947076407875809422?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/3947076407875809422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=3947076407875809422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/3947076407875809422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/3947076407875809422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/04/pleasant-surprises.html' title='Pleasant surprises...'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RhK3uhb8ErI/AAAAAAAAAO0/K0zKvyr1SuQ/s72-c/aerial.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-5915066688716913502</id><published>2007-04-04T08:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:47.244Z</updated><title type='text'>Made It Through The Rain..[song]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rhmw0A1WzXI/AAAAAAAAAPM/S8SeXGXqZo8/s1600-h/rain.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051262864696200562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rhmw0A1WzXI/AAAAAAAAAPM/S8SeXGXqZo8/s400/rain.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We dreamers have our ways&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of facing rainy days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And somehow we survive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We keep the feelings warm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Protect them from the storm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until our time arrives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.Then one day the sun appears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we come shining through those lonely years.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I made it through the rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I kept my world protected&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I made it through the rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I kept my point of view.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I made it through the rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And found myself respected&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By the others who got rained on too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And made it through.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When friends are hard to find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And life seems so unkind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes you feel so afraid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just aim beyond the clouds, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and rise above the crowds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And start your own parade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause when I chased my fears away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's when I knew that I could finally say.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I made it through the rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I kept my world protected&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I made it through the rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I kept my point of view.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I made it through the rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And found myself respected&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By the others who got rained on too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And made it through.&lt;/em&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/21692724-5915066688716913502?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/5915066688716913502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=5915066688716913502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/5915066688716913502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/5915066688716913502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/04/made-it-through-rainsong.html' title='Made It Through The Rain..[song]'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rhmw0A1WzXI/AAAAAAAAAPM/S8SeXGXqZo8/s72-c/rain.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-6024611381245345057</id><published>2007-04-04T07:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:47.366Z</updated><title type='text'>I hate changes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RhNaZw1WzVI/AAAAAAAAAO8/o-lP3bOxN80/s1600-h/set23_mask1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049479005864381778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RhNaZw1WzVI/AAAAAAAAAO8/o-lP3bOxN80/s400/set23_mask1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can't help but say it bluntly: I hate changes!!! I guess everybody does to some extent but.. today I learned about one more change that is about to happen and I am not at all happy about it ...&lt;br /&gt;Why can't some things just stay the same (or get better) instead of getting worse?&lt;br /&gt;Just one small thing in years that I really wanted for myself, for my sanity, and I am not even granted this little favor ...&lt;br /&gt;I guess I hate changes as much as not knowing what the future (at least concerning certain key aspects) may have in store for me ... (even though, I have to admit, sometimes it can be nice not to know what is just around the corner ...)&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that despite this huge change that is about to happen, not everything will break down. Let's just hope that what keeps me going will still factor in some way or another ...''&lt;br /&gt;I know that earlier i was talking about how everything happens for a reason ... but ... i just can't think positive right now ... am way too anxious and worried about everything and feel too much like crying ... !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it for a while ... I guess there even IS an explanation why I seem to increasingly hate changes ... I guess the older I get....and hopefully wiser..!:-)the fewer people I meet who really enrich my life.. ! You know, smart - sometimes even brilliant - people with a sense of humor whose company you really enjoy and appreciate ...... ?And I guess it is just human to want to hold on to these few people who you think irreplaceable and precious enough to want to keep around ...&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/21692724-6024611381245345057?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/6024611381245345057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=6024611381245345057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/6024611381245345057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/6024611381245345057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-hate-changes.html' title='I hate changes!'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RhNaZw1WzVI/AAAAAAAAAO8/o-lP3bOxN80/s72-c/set23_mask1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-3968164580324774318</id><published>2007-04-03T19:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:47.523Z</updated><title type='text'>What A Few Minitues Of Conversation Can Do..To You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RhKshhb8EqI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NarpVoJFlsQ/s1600-h/chatterbox+me.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049287824146961058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RhKshhb8EqI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NarpVoJFlsQ/s400/chatterbox+me.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Have always been amazed at what a few minutes you spend talking to someone nice can do to you even if - and maybe especially when ... - your day was a complete disaster!&lt;br /&gt;I think I've had more than my share of disastrous days in the past few months ... maybe years ... and if it hadn't been for the few people in my life who are actually nice to me whenever I see them I don't know what would have happened. I guess they have saved my sanity so far .....&lt;br /&gt;Having said this, one can only imagine what pleasant and long conversations can do to some people ... for me, they are something like magic ,curing my soul until the next disastrous day comes along ...&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/21692724-3968164580324774318?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/3968164580324774318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=3968164580324774318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/3968164580324774318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/3968164580324774318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-few-minitues-of-conversation-can.html' title='What A Few Minitues Of Conversation Can Do..To You!'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RhKshhb8EqI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NarpVoJFlsQ/s72-c/chatterbox+me.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-1832208547428057498</id><published>2007-04-03T14:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:47.711Z</updated><title type='text'>Remembering so many things..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RhKSFxb8EpI/AAAAAAAAAOk/jXgGFV-4nyo/s1600-h/sad+me+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049258760103269010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RhKSFxb8EpI/AAAAAAAAAOk/jXgGFV-4nyo/s400/sad+me+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663333;"&gt;You know, it's weird how I have been remembering so many things from the past couple of years lately ... Songs, images, places, people ... or all of them linked in some way.&lt;br /&gt;I think I tend to remember things like songs much more than people as such because on the one hand I do associate certain songs with certain people who I care(d) about ... and on the other hand there is no reason for me to remember many people since most of those I care about do still figure in my life in some way!&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/21692724-1832208547428057498?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/1832208547428057498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=1832208547428057498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/1832208547428057498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/1832208547428057498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/03/remembering-so-many-things.html' title='Remembering so many things..!'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RhKSFxb8EpI/AAAAAAAAAOk/jXgGFV-4nyo/s72-c/sad+me+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-2161334154960182772</id><published>2007-03-31T14:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:47.904Z</updated><title type='text'>Some people leave Deep Impacts !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rg-Y_Bb8EoI/AAAAAAAAAOc/5ZRNZd7kCFE/s1600-h/womapainter.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048421915790414466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rg-Y_Bb8EoI/AAAAAAAAAOc/5ZRNZd7kCFE/s400/womapainter.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It's amazing how some people can have a rather inexplicable effect on you ... I've noticed this myself several times in the past few years and I have never stopped wondering why.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you know the feeling when, for instance, somebody enters a room, thus changing the whole atmosphere of it in a way you can feel without even seeing the person enter. Or someone glances at you in a particular way or - when talking to you - has this intense look in his eyes that you just can't break away from and the world around you seems to fade out ...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I remember meeting a few people who have had that effect on me in different places all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, even though I have become older (probably not wiser in any way but at least older :-) and increasingly able to analyze my life - whether this is good or bad I don't know ... - I just can't track down the reason why certain people have such an effect on us.&lt;br /&gt;Not finding a logical answer to this "riddle" pretty much bugs me but ... Should I maybe just stop analyzing everthing I can't explain and simply enjoy it? I guess that would be an option, wouldn't it? ... and I have to admit that I have recently caught myself living for the moment ... you know ... every now and then ... maybe this is what age is all about;-)&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/21692724-2161334154960182772?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/2161334154960182772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=2161334154960182772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/2161334154960182772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/2161334154960182772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/03/some-people-leave-deep-impacts.html' title='Some people leave Deep Impacts !'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rg-Y_Bb8EoI/AAAAAAAAAOc/5ZRNZd7kCFE/s72-c/womapainter.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-1283775513463612395</id><published>2007-03-31T12:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:48.213Z</updated><title type='text'>Feeling split in half!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rg50Lhb8EnI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ZJAEeGrHCDw/s1600-h/Torn%20Apart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048099973631840882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rg50Lhb8EnI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ZJAEeGrHCDw/s400/Torn%2520Apart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rg5z8hb8EmI/AAAAAAAAAOM/LBLTNYDNr1E/s1600-h/split+open.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048099715933803106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rg5z8hb8EmI/AAAAAAAAAOM/LBLTNYDNr1E/s400/split+open.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;It's weird how you can feel extremely happy and extremely sad at the same time... It's like being split in half emotionally ... and it's hard to know how to deal with that... It's kind of like feeling caught in between something you have but don't want anymore and something you want but (probably) can't have. I felt like that a few times in the past and I am still wondering how I got out of it ...&lt;br /&gt;Unlike some months ago I am no longer wondering about how you are supposed to know what you really want ... now my question is rather how to get where you want, and honestly....i have surrendered to the almighty now; and i know he will take care of everybody and evrything,and nothing happens in this life without a reason..&lt;br /&gt;One thing is clear, though: in a way, you gotta be your own fortune's planner because destiny won't just knock on your door like that. However, unfortunately there is still the difference between knowing where you want to go and actually finding a way to get there ... !&lt;br /&gt;Some time ago..i remember watching some movie and i couldnt help but be impressed by this movie about these two people who - despite their "relationships" - are both unhappy when they meet, become friends and end up finding happiness in each other despite their unfortunate pasts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I especially loved the scenes where they were strolling and doing things they had never done before,just simply having fun together, and finally finding what they've been looking for for a long time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;It's pretty impressive how a woman who was pretty unhappy in a way, could find joy and happiness because of a person she had just met. However, I guess in this case, this person being a handsome, clever, blue-eyed man certainly helped;-)&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this was not really off-topic after all ... I mean, the herion of the movie was her own fortune's architect, in a way, because she actually frees herself of the cage she built for herself. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;I can somehow understand how she felt and I wonder what actually made her capable of freeing herself ... !?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I think it might have been the hero of the movie and the man she had met,but I'm not (yet) completely sure ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692724-1283775513463612395?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/1283775513463612395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=1283775513463612395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/1283775513463612395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/1283775513463612395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/03/feeling-split-in-half.html' title='Feeling split in half!'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rg50Lhb8EnI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ZJAEeGrHCDw/s72-c/Torn%2520Apart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-5949158529670987193</id><published>2007-03-31T09:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:48.320Z</updated><title type='text'>POSTING MY COMMENT TO ONE OF MY REAL CRITIQUE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rg40XRb8EjI/AAAAAAAAAN0/zXGn2lmQZK4/s1600-h/yesterday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048029806751126066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rg40XRb8EjI/AAAAAAAAAN0/zXGn2lmQZK4/s400/yesterday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THIS IS A REPLY/ANSWER TO A COMMENT I HAD RECEIVED, AGAIN FROM AN ANNONUMOUS PERSON....IN RESPONSE TO THE ARTICLE I HAD POSTED ON A WOMAN'S WORTH! ANYONE IS WELCOME AND FREE TO SEE/VIEW THE ORIGINAL COMMENT POSTED IN THE COMMENT SECTION AT THE END OF THE PREVIOUS ARTICLE. :-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel everyhuman being is priceless and pretious..and divine gift from God and have holy, divine qualities in themselves also; yet they fail to realize it...or get diverted..distracted from the real truth...and therefore they seek recognition or appreciation from outside sources..or other people rather! Its so ironic....we have everything within us...including alot of Bliss deep down inside...and we search here there and everywhere! Now comming to the point...sometimes..our society puts certain rules and regulations...which is created by "us" people only mind you...to fit in a certain bill or creteria of something....and if we dont happen to..in the so called 'normal' terms...we are labeled, ridiculed or looked down upon, whether it be a male or a female! So we creat our own norms terms and principles , morals in our own mind/head to go by..live by through in life..Now unfortunatly...somehow sadly in the asian part of the world women are still..made to feel slightly inferiour to men, and are subdude surpressed for example in whatever way.A small example is...when it comes to say divorce settelment for whatever reason....its the norm to give and ask for allominie abroad...and its the done thing..! And in the US for example..every States has different rules and regulations on that too; but..still a husband is supposed to give some financial aid..etc..etc..whatever...BUT sadly in an asian country...a women is made to feel.." that she is greedy, or too demanding" ..for something that she has a RIGHT over even!!!! If one takes responsibility of you for several years...dont u have the right to even question what will happen once the person has fallen out of the relationship or say is divorced!? What will happen to the X then? Will she be on theroad? Does she have to be made to feel guilty for asking for something that she rightfully should get...to live and survive on ...say for example in the worst scenario...she is not working or is not financially indipendant!?? Or does one really expect her to go back to living a life of a child or teenager/.student in running back to her parents all of a sudden!!!???Its very sad how women till this day in the developing countries of the world..have to feel that kind of guilt...when they demand something that they already have right over! why are they made to feel beggars all of a sudden???So u see in this situation one has no choice left but to demand their right! Its called 'JUSTICE' being 'FAIR' and EQUAL ! getting the equal amount of respect...from the very male dominant society...who think and consider themselves to be superior and above everything else!And Judging from your comments...Mr Anonymous...i think and am gussing you must be a male .. :-0 correct??? As your comment itself sounds very biased towards...the article i published Regurding...how much women are worth..and for men to read! Ha ha...whatever...its true what you say...but then its the very men that degrade a woman, make her feel inferiour..otherwise...why would such slogans and aricles be published..in the first place!??Also i would like to bring to your notice...although women abroad have much liberty..and freedom into and over everything...yet its ironice...that one of the worlds most...popular and leading cosmetic brand..L'Oreal...has women [mostly cilebrities also take a note!] saying this punchlines and the main slogan for the product!!! &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"BECAUSE IM WORTH IT, OR YOURE WORTH IT" whatever...!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Everytime a man fails to recognize the potential and capacity of a woman, or does not give her the rightful respect she deserves as any human being should...there will be more and more writeups..and articles published like these and brought to notice! And more and more products...will come out with such sort of slogans with women being in the scene or role! ;-) As for selling themselves..is concerned ...you ask yrself...doesnt almost every commercial or product's marketing or sales...in a commercial for example have women in it!!!??? Even sports car and sexy women desplaying them go synonemous! So you see..........not everything can be done by men alone...despite having all the power, money, fame prestige..whatever..And last but not least...You must have heard the saying..&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'BEHIND EVERY SUCCESSFUL MAN, IS A WOMAN'.?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Now...but if u swist her, tearher apart, treat her like garbage, dump her, illtreat and misuse her, ortake her for granted..like its been shown in this writeup&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;THE VERY OPPOSITE CAN HAPPEN TOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Rub a woman the wrong way...and she can destroy you, ruien you too! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KALI AND DURGA OUR GODDESS'S OF POWER AND SHAKTI AFTER ALL,AND THEY WERENT INVENTED FOR NO REASON AT ALL U KNOW!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In our country....even a humble COW is worshipped..like a goddess, a divinity...! So does she demand it? or ask for it? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..........&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BECAUSE SHE DESERVES IT!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Being a mother, feeding your child your own milk,[which is so healthy and nutrious for various reasons known now] raising your child to become a good human being, strong and healthy individual..in society..caring and supporting in them in everyway...is a &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD ENOUGH REASON to say WE ARE WORTH IT!!! And why do we have to remind men...??? Simple....coz they FORGET AND TAKE US FOR GRANTED&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;The day our society wakes up...to realize that deep down inside...there is no male or female, there is no gender difference, their is no fight or struggle for trying to be superior or win and be the stroger better one; that deep down inside...we are all one! We are spirits,souls, pure energy and bliss, part of the supreme...itself..!!! Aatma is part of Paramaatma only right?!Then i am sure....there would be no need for such writeups where we have to PROOVE our worth to others!!! We are all unique and beautiful individuals in our own way; and we are all one and part of the same lifeforce/God...and in his eyes........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERYBODY IS PRICELESS, AND NOBODY HAS TO PROOVE ANYTHING TO HIM! NOBODY HAS TO EARN ANY CREDITS OR BROWNIE POINTS FOR ANYTHING! AND WE DONT HAVE TO "EARN ANYTHING" AS U HAD PUT IT....FOR HIM AS WE ARE ALL EQUAL TO HIM; WE ARE ALL ONE; NOBODY IS BIGGER OR STRONGER OR WISER...WE ARE ALL HIS CHILDREN, NOMATTER WHERE WE COME FROM, HOW WE ARE BROUGHT UP,TO HIM ALL THIS IS OF NO CONCERN! WE ARE ALL HIS CHILDREN AND HE LOVES US EQUALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Cheers! Have a nice day/night! whatever... :-)&lt;/span&gt;&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/21692724-5949158529670987193?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/5949158529670987193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=5949158529670987193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/5949158529670987193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/5949158529670987193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/03/posting-my-comment-to-one-of-my-real_31.html' title='POSTING MY COMMENT TO ONE OF MY REAL CRITIQUE!'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rg40XRb8EjI/AAAAAAAAAN0/zXGn2lmQZK4/s72-c/yesterday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-3820823940689166520</id><published>2007-03-28T05:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:48.482Z</updated><title type='text'>Something well said, and For all the guys to ponder on!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RgoNwhb8EiI/AAAAAAAAANo/YYQzWuecQjc/s1600-h/mooow_butterflys_dance_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046861459682497058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RgoNwhb8EiI/AAAAAAAAANo/YYQzWuecQjc/s400/mooow_butterflys_dance_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have again copied this from a forwarded mail sent to me from one of my female friends....and i think its really worth...shring with the rest of you!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a brief conversation, a man asked a woman he was pursuing the question, "What kind of man are you looking for?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She sat quietly for a moment before looking him in the eye and asking,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do you really want to know?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reluctantly, he said, "Yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"She began to expound... As a woman in this day and age,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am in a position to ask a man what can he do for me that I can't do for myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pay my own bills;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I take care of my household without the help of any man. I am in the position to ask, "What can you bring to the table?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The man looked at her. Clearly he thought that she was referring to money.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She quickly corrected his thought and stated, "I am not referring to money.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need something more. I need a man who is striving for perfection in every aspect of life." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He sat back in his chair, folded his arms, and asked her to explain. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She said,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection mentally because I need* conversation and mental stimulation*. I don't need a simple-minded man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection spiritually because I don't need to be unequally yoked... believers mixed with unbelievers is a recipe for disaster. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need a man who is* striving for perfection financially* because I don't need a financial burden.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am looking for someone who is* sensitive enough to understand what I go through as a woman, but is strong enough to keep me grounded.* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am looking for someone who* I can respect*. In order to be &gt; submissive, I must respect him. I cannot be submissive to a man who isn't taking care of his business.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have no problem* being submissive*...he just* has to be worthy*.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God made woman to be a helpmate for man.* I can't help a man if he can't help himself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When she finished her spill, she looked at him. He sat there with a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;puzzled look on his face. He said, "You're asking a lot." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She! replied,* "I'm worth a lot."* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This goes out to every woman who's worth a lot! And to every man who needs to know!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHEERS! :-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&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/21692724-3820823940689166520?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/3820823940689166520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=3820823940689166520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/3820823940689166520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/3820823940689166520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/03/something-well-said-and-for-all-guys-to.html' title='Something well said, and For all the guys to ponder on!'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RgoNwhb8EiI/AAAAAAAAANo/YYQzWuecQjc/s72-c/mooow_butterflys_dance_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-7390248050408280726</id><published>2007-03-26T05:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:48.614Z</updated><title type='text'>Forrest Gump Goes To Heaven....!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rgdb1AYC5uI/AAAAAAAAANY/BW2Nso8n69Q/s1600-h/2626309608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046102873683977954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rgdb1AYC5uI/AAAAAAAAANY/BW2Nso8n69Q/s400/2626309608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have copied and pasted this from a forwarded messege ....sent to me in my email....Thought it was really cute! and therefore had to share!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The day finally arrived. Forrest Gump dies and goes to Heaven. He is at the Pearly Gates, met by St. Peter himself. However, the gates are closed, and Forrest approaches the gatekeeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter said, "Well, Forrest, it is certainly good to see you. We have heard a lot about you I must tell you, though, that the place is filling up fast, and we have been administering an entrance examination for everyone. The test is short, but you have to pass it before you can get into Heaven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forrest responds, "It sure is good to be here, St. Peter, sir. But nobody ever told me about any entrance exam. I sure hope that the test ain't too hard. Life was a big enough test as it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"St. Peter continued, "Yes, I know, Forrest, but the test is only three questions.&lt;br /&gt;First: What two days of the week begin with the letter T?&lt;br /&gt;Second: How many seconds are there in a year?&lt;br /&gt;Third: What is God's first name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forrest leaves to think the questions over. He returns the next day and sees St. Peter, who waves him up, and says, "Now that you have had a chance to think the questions over, tell me your answers"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forrest replied, "Well, the first one -- which two days in the week begins with the letter "T"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks, that one is easy. That would be 'Today' and 'Tomorrow'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Saint's eyes opened wide and he exclaimed, "Forrest, that is not what I was thinking, but you do have a point, and I guess I did not specify, so I will give you credit for that answer. How about the next one?" asked St. Peter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How many seconds in a year? Now that one is harder," replied Forrest, but I thunk and thunk about that, and I guess the only answer can be twelve.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astounded, St. Peter said, "Twelve? Twelve? Forrest, how in Heaven's name could you come up with twelve seconds in a year?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forrest replied, "Shucks, there's got to be twelve: January 2nd, February 2nd, March 2nd......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hold it," interrupts St.Peter. "I see where you are going with this, and I see your point, though that was not quite what I had in mind....but I will have to give you credit for that one, too. Let us go on with the third and final question. Can you tell me God's first name"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure," Forrest replied, "it's Andy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Andy?" exclaimed an exasperated and frustrated St Peter. "Ok, I can understand how you came up with your answers to my first two questions, but just how in the world did you come up with the name Andy as the first name of God?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shucks, that was the easiest one of all," Forrest replied. "I learnt it from the song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ANDY WALKS WITH ME,&lt;br /&gt;ANDY TALKS WITH ME,&lt;br /&gt;ANDY TELLS ME I AM HIS OWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"St. Peter opened the Pearly Gates, and said: "Run, Forrest, run."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Give me a sense of humor, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Give me the ability to understand a clean joke,&lt;br /&gt;To get some humor out of life,&lt;br /&gt;And to pass it on to other folks.&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/21692724-7390248050408280726?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/7390248050408280726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=7390248050408280726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/7390248050408280726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/7390248050408280726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/03/forrest-gump-goes-to-heaven.html' title='Forrest Gump Goes To Heaven....!!'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rgdb1AYC5uI/AAAAAAAAANY/BW2Nso8n69Q/s72-c/2626309608.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-2267139083985446088</id><published>2007-03-22T08:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:48.951Z</updated><title type='text'>ABOUT MY BLOG..[wish it was different! wish i was different!]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RgJEkwYC5tI/AAAAAAAAANQ/xJiZCLQ-05A/s1600-h/welcome6ue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044669930860111570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RgJEkwYC5tI/AAAAAAAAANQ/xJiZCLQ-05A/s400/welcome6ue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;It's something I often think about. When we write we know that others are going to read it, and I enjoy the thought that others might enjoy my blog- especially when I have interesting topics or advice to give and also for the fact that i appriciate if ppl leave their frank and honest comments ; it helps me to realize what other people's point of view also!&lt;br /&gt;But...very often I think, I won't write this or that, no-one will want to read that, or how sad will this make me sound..or how depressing...and yet if it feels right and honest, then I do write it, because I think..this blog is me, I am not editing out simply on the grounds of 'What will people think?' I edit on what I decide is not appropriate to share, or what I do not want to share, as we all do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..I wish my blog was different. I wish I had more to say about Life rather than my life. I wish I had more to say about the strength i had gained from within , a few months back due to various "selfimprovement" courses i did! I used to write about it, speak about it..., give examples to others, tell and relate the whole beautiful experiences i had gained out of them !&lt;br /&gt;I wish my blog didn't reveal someone of my age still stumbling around being self obsessed..I was more together and more mature back then, then now; i feel i have slipped back...I guess the stress and tensions in my life have slowly killed my spirit.....and the will and urge to continue some of the practises, simple excersises i was tought , the life saving advice i used to receive; has dissapeared somewhere or sunk deep down below .... and lack of time, plus exaustion and low prana /energy levels are some of the reasons for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends tell me I am fun, creative, canbeoutgoing, sociable,[if i want to, ofcourse depending on the kind of ppl and crowd i am in touch with!] and am capable....of so many many things....! Yet I am also vulnerable, emotional ,mixed up, cry a lot and can get back into my shell....if lack of encouragment, motivation and moral support from my loved and dear ones, family and friends!&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why? And like I said, I don't think my blog....must be anything like interesting .... As my blog is me, and only full of me and my woes!&lt;br /&gt;I feel that...why should anyone even want to visit or even read some of the stuff here......of a total stranger they dont know!??? Must be so boaring...i guess.&lt;br /&gt;And if someone ...occassionally does drop in and leaves a comment ; i feel obliged and grateful...and happy.....that at least someone took the trouble to try and understand me!!!!!????&lt;/span&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/21692724-2267139083985446088?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/2267139083985446088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=2267139083985446088' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/2267139083985446088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/2267139083985446088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/03/about-my-blogwish-it-was-different-wish.html' title='ABOUT MY BLOG..[wish it was different! wish i was different!]'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RgJEkwYC5tI/AAAAAAAAANQ/xJiZCLQ-05A/s72-c/welcome6ue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-4377765110488020845</id><published>2007-03-22T07:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:49.151Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RgJDZAYC5sI/AAAAAAAAANI/-u50eN0LDUI/s1600-h/3676185018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044668629485020866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RgJDZAYC5sI/AAAAAAAAANI/-u50eN0LDUI/s400/3676185018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“There are more people who wish to be loved&lt;br /&gt;than there are who are willing to love.” &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/21692724-4377765110488020845?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/4377765110488020845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=4377765110488020845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/4377765110488020845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/4377765110488020845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/03/there-are-more-people-who-wish-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RgJDZAYC5sI/AAAAAAAAANI/-u50eN0LDUI/s72-c/3676185018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-1336472561412180005</id><published>2007-03-22T07:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:49.515Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RgI2fgYC5qI/AAAAAAAAAM4/vT72fJ1WTDM/s1600-h/1075175161_uizzesRain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RgI2fgYC5qI/AAAAAAAAAM4/vT72fJ1WTDM/s400/1075175161_uizzesRain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044654447503009442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692724-1336472561412180005?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/1336472561412180005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=1336472561412180005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/1336472561412180005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/1336472561412180005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RgI2fgYC5qI/AAAAAAAAAM4/vT72fJ1WTDM/s72-c/1075175161_uizzesRain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-8250772075774143578</id><published>2007-03-20T17:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-20T19:38:32.489Z</updated><title type='text'>The Trouble with Non-Committal Relationships..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are the top 10 lessons I’ve learned from this one: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Never settle for less than you deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Take responsibility for your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Communication is key. Without it you’re left to make assumptions, which only cause trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Everyone has baggage, but avoid people who still riffle through those bags on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;You can’t expect people to alter their plans just because they love you. It’s more about meeting the right person at the right time, or meeting someone that wants to make it work despite it being the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;But even more importantly it’s about being open and honest- with yourself and the other person- about what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Game playing isn’t always intentional, but it sucks all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;with your heart is overrated. If a situation seems complicated, romanticising it makes matters worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Don’t say things you don’t mean and always follow through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It’s better to burn out than to fade away.&lt;/li&gt; &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/21692724-8250772075774143578?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/8250772075774143578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=8250772075774143578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/8250772075774143578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/8250772075774143578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/03/trouble-with-non-committal.html' title='The Trouble with Non-Committal Relationships..!'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-1454562316508142926</id><published>2007-03-18T19:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:49.639Z</updated><title type='text'>What Does It Mean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RgA5FgYC5oI/AAAAAAAAAMo/8wIHYZLEKBk/s1600-h/831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044094349407872642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RgA5FgYC5oI/AAAAAAAAAMo/8wIHYZLEKBk/s400/831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I’ve come to realise I have a bizarrely high tolerance for selfish people. Maybe it’s how passionate they are about their interests or maybe its how much they love themselves…which often means they’re completely uninterested in anyone else, which is annoying, right? You’d think so. Instead I find it a challenge and I work harder to prove my worth or I feed off their passion to uncover inspiration of my own. But sometimes you get to a point where you think, “wait a second… why am I wasting my time?”&lt;br /&gt;What do I want? Good question. Until I can properly explain it, I've decided to keep it to myself.&lt;/span&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/21692724-1454562316508142926?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/1454562316508142926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=1454562316508142926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/1454562316508142926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/1454562316508142926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-does-it-mean.html' title='What Does It Mean?'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RgA5FgYC5oI/AAAAAAAAAMo/8wIHYZLEKBk/s72-c/831.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-294445672770032765</id><published>2007-03-18T19:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:49.815Z</updated><title type='text'>I have to Change!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rf--1AYC5nI/AAAAAAAAAMg/VU2G9pJBtaA/s1600-h/crying.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043959925521442418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rf--1AYC5nI/AAAAAAAAAMg/VU2G9pJBtaA/s400/crying.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am always slightly preoccupied with hating myself....&lt;br /&gt;And this is why I cried today... ...i have got to get past this.&lt;br /&gt;So many things are changing for me now and i feel like I'm finally ready to realise my own potential. To stop sabotaging my own happiness. To focus on loving myself for who I am, and not trying to seek out some random thing/person that is going to make me better, cooler, more interesting. To not waste a second more loving people that make me feel inadequate. I seek out and waste absurd amounts of time trying to fix other people in the vain attempt that they'll help me realise my self-worth. Sometimes they make me feel great, other times they hurt me and make me feel terrible. But hey, its not them now is it? Its me!&lt;br /&gt;From this point forward no one decides how I feel about myself except for me.&lt;br /&gt;So in the words of "Rosie.... i will spend absolutely NO more time on people that have or continue to hurt me"!&lt;br /&gt;It only reminds me of the "me" that I don't like.&lt;br /&gt;From this point forward I am no longer the person you knew yesterday or even this morning for that matter. I'm only focusing on the things I like about myself and working on changing the things I don't.&lt;br /&gt;Being a caring person is one of the things I like. Wasting time on idiots is one of the things I don't like. Being ambitious and having lots of ideas-I like. Giving up before I even try-I don't like.This isn't going to be a cake walk i know ; and that is why I cried.&lt;br /&gt;I cried because I'm going to change...and change is scary.&lt;br /&gt;But I've stopped crying because change is exciting, too.. I've crashed and burned...I'll probably make mistakes, all over again, several times..perhaps i'll probably fall; but this time I'm just going to get right back up again and not look back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&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/21692724-294445672770032765?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/294445672770032765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=294445672770032765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/294445672770032765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/294445672770032765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-have-to-change.html' title='I have to Change!'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rf--1AYC5nI/AAAAAAAAAMg/VU2G9pJBtaA/s72-c/crying.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-7902754073362133354</id><published>2007-03-12T04:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:50.222Z</updated><title type='text'>These Songs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RfTckCltfyI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/T0RjAtbIujk/s1600-h/heart+and+soul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040896394662870818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RfTckCltfyI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/T0RjAtbIujk/s400/heart+and+soul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;These songs, which are with love and passion fashioned,&lt;br /&gt;Which from the springs of wisdom love to drink,&lt;br /&gt;Will always those who harbour malice sting.&lt;br /&gt;These songs, which from the heart sincerely spring,&lt;br /&gt;Will joy to those who bear no envy bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;For with my singing&lt;br /&gt;I can make&lt;br /&gt;A refuge for my spirit's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)&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/21692724-7902754073362133354?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/7902754073362133354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=7902754073362133354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/7902754073362133354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/7902754073362133354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/03/these-songs.html' title='These Songs...'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RfTckCltfyI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/T0RjAtbIujk/s72-c/heart+and+soul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-6395538768888964042</id><published>2007-03-12T04:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:50.289Z</updated><title type='text'>Again a song....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RfTbjiltfwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XsJJWA8n_Q4/s1600-h/3199949715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040895286561308418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RfTbjiltfwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XsJJWA8n_Q4/s400/3199949715.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"I'M WITH YOU"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm standing on the bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm waiting in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I thought that you'd be here by now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There's nothing but the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No footsteps on the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm listening but there's no sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Isn't anyone trying to find me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;wont somebody come take me home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's a damn cold night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Trying to figure out this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;wont you take me by the hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Take me somewhere new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I dont know who you are but...i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm with you.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm looking for a place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm searching for a face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is anybody here i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Coz nothing's going right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And everything's a mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And noone likes to be alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Isn't anyone trying to find me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wont somebody take me home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's a damn cold night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Trying to figure out this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wont you take me by the hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Take me somewhere new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I dont know who you are but..i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm with you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm with you....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why is everything so confusing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maybe im just out of my mind.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah.....yea......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Its damn cold night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Trying to figure out this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wont you take me by the hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Take me somewhere new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I dont know who you are but ..i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm with you.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;IM WITH YOU..............&lt;/span&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/21692724-6395538768888964042?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RfTbjiltfwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XsJJWA8n_Q4/s72-c/3199949715.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-1669822428579784766</id><published>2007-03-08T15:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:50.530Z</updated><title type='text'>TOMARROW..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Re6CUgWGW6I/AAAAAAAAAL4/qsaxX4v9Rik/s1600-h/this+moment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039108321865784226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Re6CUgWGW6I/AAAAAAAAAL4/qsaxX4v9Rik/s400/this+moment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It seems to be the fate of man to seek all his consolations in futurity. The time present is seldom able to fill desire or imagination with immediate enjoyment, and we are forced to supply its deficiencies by recollection or anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Samuel Johnson (1709-1784)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;My soul stood up today and said:&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is full of sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I said,&lt;br /&gt;Joy left me yesterday and said&lt;br /&gt;She will be back tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Saleh Badra&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/21692724-1669822428579784766?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/1669822428579784766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=1669822428579784766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/1669822428579784766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/1669822428579784766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/03/tomarrow.html' title='TOMARROW..'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Re6CUgWGW6I/AAAAAAAAAL4/qsaxX4v9Rik/s72-c/this+moment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-6338643588334631550</id><published>2007-03-06T19:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:50.679Z</updated><title type='text'>I AM A WOMAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/ResfrSJE2mI/AAAAAAAAALI/jLKisTmTjXU/s1600-h/2625955526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038155436608772706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/ResfrSJE2mI/AAAAAAAAALI/jLKisTmTjXU/s400/2625955526.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody can guess&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I say when I am silent,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whom I see when I close my eyes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How I am carried away when I am carried away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I search for when I stretch out my hands.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody, nobody knows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I am hungry, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when I take a journey,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I walk, and when I am lost.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And nobody knows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That my going is a return&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my return is an abstention,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That my weakness is a mask&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my strength is a mask,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that what is coming is a tempest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They think they know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I let them think so,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I speak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They put me in a cage so that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My freedom may be a gift from them,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I have to thank them and obey.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I am free before them,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;after them,With them, without them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am free in my suppression, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in my defeat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My prison is what I want!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The key to the prison may be their tongue,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But their tongue is twisted &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;around my desire's fingers,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my desire they can never command.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a woman.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They think they own my freedom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I let them think so,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I speak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Joumana Haddad (b. 1970)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love this poem, think its is wonderful ! It captures the essence of what a woman is all about!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So powerful and profound!&lt;/em&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/21692724-6338643588334631550?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/6338643588334631550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=6338643588334631550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/6338643588334631550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/6338643588334631550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/03/nobody-can-guess-what-i-say-when-i-am.html' title='I AM A WOMAN'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/ResfrSJE2mI/AAAAAAAAALI/jLKisTmTjXU/s72-c/2625955526.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-8700092387154433131</id><published>2007-03-05T16:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:50.836Z</updated><title type='text'>Like a Pearl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Res51yJE2pI/AAAAAAAAALg/LdgQbjRSQFI/s1600-h/3201665805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038184204299721362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Res51yJE2pI/AAAAAAAAALg/LdgQbjRSQFI/s400/3201665805.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like a pearl inside a shell,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deeply sheltered in the deep,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deeply deep within my heart,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You, O soother of my grief,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are so fixedly embedded.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/21692724-8700092387154433131?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/8700092387154433131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=8700092387154433131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/8700092387154433131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/8700092387154433131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/03/like-pearl.html' title='Like a Pearl...'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Res51yJE2pI/AAAAAAAAALg/LdgQbjRSQFI/s72-c/3201665805.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-5060212241073209794</id><published>2007-03-04T21:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:50.961Z</updated><title type='text'>My Sunday....[wish it was fun-day everyday!]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Res85iJE2rI/AAAAAAAAALw/8yoggPZA3fI/s1600-h/sunday+morning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038187567259114162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Res85iJE2rI/AAAAAAAAALw/8yoggPZA3fI/s400/sunday+morning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Didn't feel like doing anything today, except sleepingin, lazying around,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;and just taking it easy; trying to catch my breath, slowing down the pace of life, and ...well basically "unwinding"  after what seemed like ages!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have to admit....after running around like a crazy woman on days on end, with signs of stress on the face ,pain in the body and fear/anxiety in the eyes and stading on the edge of life, trying to keep abrest in the ratrace to stive ahead...and achieve everything; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today..................felt like a true Blessing! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes....its nice to be able to be with your own company and not have people around to watch you or keep a watch on you! Its nice to be able to not have tobe answerable to anyone but yourself! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had a nice relaxing..............laid back sunday today for sure! :-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&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/21692724-5060212241073209794?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/5060212241073209794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=5060212241073209794' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/5060212241073209794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/5060212241073209794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-sundaywish-it-was-fun-day-everyday.html' title='My Sunday....[wish it was fun-day everyday!]'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Res85iJE2rI/AAAAAAAAALw/8yoggPZA3fI/s72-c/sunday+morning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-5412196252741384762</id><published>2007-03-04T15:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:51.081Z</updated><title type='text'>Relaxation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Res8LiJE2qI/AAAAAAAAALo/L9Q9XWaeB40/s1600-h/3517847698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038186776985131682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Res8LiJE2qI/AAAAAAAAALo/L9Q9XWaeB40/s400/3517847698.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What is this life if,&lt;br /&gt;We have no time to stand and stare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A simple, cozy hut,&lt;br /&gt;In a calm, secluded, misty glen,&lt;br /&gt;With winding brooks and waterfalls,&lt;br /&gt;With shady trees and bushes green,&lt;br /&gt;Where the air is fresh and clean,&lt;br /&gt;Refreshed with floral fragrance-&lt;br /&gt;No struggle, no contention,&lt;br /&gt;No tension or pretension,&lt;br /&gt;Ah...how my heart longs for&lt;br /&gt;That rosie life, my dream world,&lt;br /&gt;That lives in my imagination..&lt;br /&gt;Where there is no stress,&lt;br /&gt;Turmoil of any sorts&lt;br /&gt;Where life is not a struggle&lt;br /&gt;But just full of Relaxation&lt;br /&gt;Relaxation.....&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/21692724-5412196252741384762?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/5412196252741384762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=5412196252741384762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/5412196252741384762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/5412196252741384762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/03/relaxation.html' title='Relaxation!'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Res8LiJE2qI/AAAAAAAAALo/L9Q9XWaeB40/s72-c/3517847698.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-7997480201760015957</id><published>2007-03-03T15:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:51.177Z</updated><title type='text'>Digging...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/ReszIiJE2nI/AAAAAAAAALQ/KjSrut-L6dM/s1600-h/hidden+depths.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038176829840874098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/ReszIiJE2nI/AAAAAAAAALQ/KjSrut-L6dM/s400/hidden+depths.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Keep digging, O my soul, and pay no heed&lt;br /&gt;To what the minds of shallow men may breed.&lt;br /&gt;Within the self, and nowhere else indeed,&lt;br /&gt;The secret mines of golden wisdom lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digging&lt;br /&gt;by Saleh Badrah&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/21692724-7997480201760015957?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/7997480201760015957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=7997480201760015957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/7997480201760015957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/7997480201760015957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/03/digging.html' title='Digging...'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/ReszIiJE2nI/AAAAAAAAALQ/KjSrut-L6dM/s72-c/hidden+depths.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-8465504769197264270</id><published>2007-02-27T20:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:51.281Z</updated><title type='text'>Communication is key.....!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/ReSbfbFr01I/AAAAAAAAAKo/p4ErXm2456E/s1600-h/2771856132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036321247456908114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/ReSbfbFr01I/AAAAAAAAAKo/p4ErXm2456E/s400/2771856132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Communication is much more than words. Words are merely fingers pointing the direction to understanding -- they are not understanding itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.co.jp/Hollywood/2111/kirk.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;To really communicate with someone, we have to allow ourselves, just for a moment, to become that other person.&lt;br /&gt;When we do this, we begin to be able to see beyond the masks that hide what another person is really feeling.&lt;br /&gt;When we take the time to really see others, we may discover they are frightened, timid people longing for understanding.&lt;br /&gt;When we get beyond reacting to their outward behavior and move toward viewing their inner selves, it is much easier to extend a hand of friendship, to say we care, and truly mean it. &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/21692724-8465504769197264270?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/8465504769197264270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=8465504769197264270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/8465504769197264270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/8465504769197264270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/communication-is-key.html' title='Communication is key.....!!!'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/ReSbfbFr01I/AAAAAAAAAKo/p4ErXm2456E/s72-c/2771856132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-6751600180055245217</id><published>2007-02-27T20:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:51.396Z</updated><title type='text'>SEPERATE PARTS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/ReW-7dwnVeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/5qGBQNIh1YI/s1600-h/020702_1585_0148_oshs_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036641687093859810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/ReW-7dwnVeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/5qGBQNIh1YI/s400/020702_1585_0148_oshs_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Trying to control and change the people around us creates great problems in our relationships. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brita-seifert.de/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;When people we love are expressing themselves, we're thinking about what we wish they would say, and it blocks us from hearing clearly. A need for safety and for a guarantee that we won't be abandoned urges us to manipulate the people we love.&lt;br /&gt;We know we have innocent motives. We say we only want what is best and that we are only trying to protect ourselves or be helpful.&lt;br /&gt;But we hide from the effects our actions have on our relationships.&lt;br /&gt;We seem to be more trapped in these self-centered behaviors with the ones we are closest to.&lt;br /&gt;We can change ourselves by slowly releasing our security grip on others.&lt;br /&gt;We can focus more on understanding what others are saying to us than on changing how they think and feel.&lt;br /&gt;Intimacy is clearly seeing each other and knowing the differences as well as the similarities. It requires that both people be allowed to walk on separate paths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;People are lonely because they build walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of bridges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Joseph Fort Newton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692724-6751600180055245217?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/6751600180055245217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=6751600180055245217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/6751600180055245217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/6751600180055245217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/seperate-parts.html' title='SEPERATE PARTS...'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/ReW-7dwnVeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/5qGBQNIh1YI/s72-c/020702_1585_0148_oshs_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-3350792937465982047</id><published>2007-02-26T20:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:51.579Z</updated><title type='text'>How Does It Feel?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/ReSWyLFr00I/AAAAAAAAAKc/tjyWq2uN2Mg/s1600-h/You__re_not_real___.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036316072021316418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/ReSWyLFr00I/AAAAAAAAAKc/tjyWq2uN2Mg/s400/You__re_not_real___.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not afraid of anything,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just need to know that i can breath..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont need much of anything....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But suddenly, suddenly....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm small and the world is big...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;All around me is fast moving &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm surrounded by so many things....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But suddenly,suddenly...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How does it feel to be different from me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How does it feel...are we the same...?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am young and i am weak,' And i get tired,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I get lost and i cant sleep...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But suddenly ,suddenly, suddenly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How does it feel to be differnet from me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are we still the same....?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you catch my hand?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm small and the world is big&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But i am not afraid of anything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How does it feel to be different from me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How doen it feel? You're different from me&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel.......the difference from me!?&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/21692724-3350792937465982047?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/3350792937465982047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=3350792937465982047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/3350792937465982047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/3350792937465982047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/how-does-it-feel.html' title='How Does It Feel?'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/ReSWyLFr00I/AAAAAAAAAKc/tjyWq2uN2Mg/s72-c/You__re_not_real___.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-7203023540714609135</id><published>2007-02-25T20:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:51.686Z</updated><title type='text'>MY HAPPY ENDING [the song]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/ReHsCrFr0xI/AAAAAAAAAJw/d9cSBDCeW14/s1600-h/gifspekkiorotto.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035565389047386898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/ReHsCrFr0xI/AAAAAAAAAJw/d9cSBDCeW14/s400/gifspekkiorotto.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Dont feel like writing much as i feel...sorf of numb today, and i know i wouldnt be able to put the correct words, express my feelings the right way....hence i'm just going to take the help of some songs....that i like, and that somehow seem to relate to what i am feeling or feel from inside at this point of time, therefoe struck a cord with me, and touch me as are direct reflections of the inner rumbblings/rabblings of my brian/mind/thoughts...call it whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is by- Avri Lavigne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its called....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY HAPPY ENDING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So much for my happy ending......&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk this over, its not like we're dead,&lt;br /&gt;Was it something i did? was it something you said.....&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me hanging in a city so dead,&lt;br /&gt;held up so high I'm such unbreakable thread,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were all the things i thought i knew;&lt;br /&gt;and i thought we could be............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were everything, everything that i wanted,&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be, supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;But we lost it.....&lt;br /&gt;How can a memory so close to me,&lt;br /&gt;Just fade away..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time you were pretending&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending......&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending......!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got your dumb friends,&lt;br /&gt;I know what they say............,&lt;br /&gt;They tell you I'm difficult,&lt;br /&gt;But so are they...................!&lt;br /&gt;But they dont know me,&lt;br /&gt;Do they even know you?&lt;br /&gt;All the things that you hide&lt;br /&gt;from me,&lt;br /&gt;All the shit that you do......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were all the things i though i knew,&lt;br /&gt;And i thought we could be..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were everything, everything that i wanted,&lt;br /&gt;we were mant to be, supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;But we lost it..........&lt;br /&gt;And a memory so close to me,&lt;br /&gt;Just fades a way.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time you you were just pretending,&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending.......!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its nice to know that you were there,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for acting like you cared..&lt;br /&gt;Making me feel like i was the only one.....&lt;br /&gt;Its nice to know we had it all,&lt;br /&gt;thanks for watching as i fall.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was everything, everything that i wanted&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be, supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;But we lost it......&lt;br /&gt;How can a memory so close to me,&lt;br /&gt;Just fade away.......?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time you were pretending,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So much for my Happy ending.......!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692724-7203023540714609135?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/ReHsCrFr0xI/AAAAAAAAAJw/d9cSBDCeW14/s72-c/gifspekkiorotto.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-3419293800488585392</id><published>2007-02-25T19:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:51.994Z</updated><title type='text'>Self Realization..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/ReSGyLFr0zI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/h9f4rbbTnE4/s1600-h/2057003815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036298479835271986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/ReSGyLFr0zI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/h9f4rbbTnE4/s400/2057003815.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today i just realized that my life is a joke at the expense of everyone,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i ought to paint my face , like the face of a clown,&lt;br /&gt;So that noone knows how i look, or feel from inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In search of the perfect mask to hide my emotions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Painted feelings on my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;just like a mask in its place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;not seeing throught my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;pretending I have no fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Fade away little girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;finding my place in this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;going into twists and turns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;no knowing how much truth burns.. &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/21692724-3419293800488585392?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/3419293800488585392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=3419293800488585392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/3419293800488585392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/3419293800488585392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/self-realization.html' title='Self Realization..'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/ReSGyLFr0zI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/h9f4rbbTnE4/s72-c/2057003815.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-622763513307935251</id><published>2007-02-25T19:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:52.178Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/ReSCV7Fr0yI/AAAAAAAAAKE/AmtWf-6PCRc/s1600-h/satine-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036293596457456418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/ReSCV7Fr0yI/AAAAAAAAAKE/AmtWf-6PCRc/s400/satine-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm tired of being what you want me to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692724-622763513307935251?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/622763513307935251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=622763513307935251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/622763513307935251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/622763513307935251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-tired-of-being-what-you-want-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/ReSCV7Fr0yI/AAAAAAAAAKE/AmtWf-6PCRc/s72-c/satine-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-3015822571806796273</id><published>2007-02-25T18:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:52.286Z</updated><title type='text'>How it Ended...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/ReHbEbFr0tI/AAAAAAAAAJI/w0Ca7F1KNlw/s1600-h/4246245995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035546727414485714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/ReHbEbFr0tI/AAAAAAAAAJI/w0Ca7F1KNlw/s400/4246245995.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;My relationship was long and took a while to finally die. we were together as life partners and lovers for a total 8 yrs. Long story short we drifted apart, wanted different things and had different priorties. people change and its not anyone's fault. we met ,fell in love,[at least thought we both did!] and eventually tied the knot! It just took too much work to make each other happy and it seemed liked we were never happy together for long periods of time. we would talk and tried things, but it wasn't coming naturally. we couldn't seem to give each other the happiness we once shared. we both deserved better. Ultitmately even before we could decide anything, FATE decided it was best that we parted. One fine day it just ...happened...what can i say...*sigh*. we often talked like adults, but cried like children. the last few months have been hard. we both knew, and now know what we had to do,have to do, but no one wanted to do it. looking back, the last year or so, we were living on the memory of what we had rather than what we have, moreso...neither of us had the courage to take the first step, and we constantly had the fear/scare of what it would do to our dear child, how it would effect him etc etc, more than anything else! I guess thats the very reason....we dragged it and kept on dragging it....untill God interviened, and sort of help us make the step, the change in a way! It sounds weird but its true really! change is hard. -hmm .....very hard!&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/21692724-3015822571806796273?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/3015822571806796273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=3015822571806796273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/3015822571806796273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/3015822571806796273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/how-it-ended.html' title='How it Ended...'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/ReHbEbFr0tI/AAAAAAAAAJI/w0Ca7F1KNlw/s72-c/4246245995.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-4477653030255585968</id><published>2007-02-25T17:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:52.519Z</updated><title type='text'>Time To Say GoodBye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/ReHEKLFr0sI/AAAAAAAAAI8/14s3eMWI9U8/s1600-h/soli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035521537431294658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/ReHEKLFr0sI/AAAAAAAAAI8/14s3eMWI9U8/s400/soli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;You used to hold and kiss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;And stirred such strong desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I thought you truly loved me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;As you set my soul on fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;So warm and gentle was your touch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;So tender .. your caress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;You made me want you oh so much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;You were my happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;You've grown cold .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;we're far apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;You've left me here alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;There is an ache inside my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;A chill down to the bone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;You never touch me anymore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;You seldom speak my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;You've lost the smile you always wore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;You've grown tired of the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I guess its time for me to go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I don't feel welcome here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I'm not important to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;so I'll simple pack my gear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;A tearful parting you'll be spared,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I won't break down and cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I thank you for the time we've shared,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;With love I'll say good bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;©Sharon Langan&lt;/span&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/21692724-4477653030255585968?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/4477653030255585968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=4477653030255585968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/4477653030255585968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/4477653030255585968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/time-to-say-goodbye.html' title='Time To Say GoodBye'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/ReHEKLFr0sI/AAAAAAAAAI8/14s3eMWI9U8/s72-c/soli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-5895251433565300226</id><published>2007-02-25T17:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:52.603Z</updated><title type='text'>When A Realationship Ends..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/ReHbbbFr0uI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9-3LqAmMQ9M/s1600-h/!soliman_couple3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035547122551476962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/ReHbbbFr0uI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9-3LqAmMQ9M/s400/!soliman_couple3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;WHEN A RELATION ENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you cannot find peace within yourself, you will never find it anywhere else".&lt;br /&gt;—Marvin Gaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do we get the idea that if a relationship or a marriage ends, we have somehow failed? The ending of a relationship is not a sign of personal failure. On the contrary, it is a courageous step. It is a loving gesture. It is a responsible move. It takes courage to admit when a relationship is not working. When we are locked in a relationship that is not working. When we are locked in a relationship that is not working, it can be very painful. We must love ourselves and our mates enough not to want them to stay in a situation that is causing pain. When we are willing to take personal responsibility and the necessary steps to free ourselves from the pain of a relationship, we are showing a willingness to grow. Looking at things from this perspective, how can we consider ourselves failures? There comes a time in every situation when difficult decisions must be made. Making the decisions may make us feel miserable; not to make them is what makes us miserable failures."I am not a failure. I am ending a relationship"&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/21692724-5895251433565300226?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/5895251433565300226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=5895251433565300226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/5895251433565300226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/5895251433565300226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/when-realationship-ends.html' title='When A Realationship Ends..'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/ReHbbbFr0uI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9-3LqAmMQ9M/s72-c/!soliman_couple3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-7976016794672220031</id><published>2007-02-22T19:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:52.836Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Bitch, Lover,Goddess,Tease...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/ReCYBbFr0rI/AAAAAAAAAIs/DZ1c9QpJZ50/s1600-h/gothic1--large-msg-117069589605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035191533619106482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/ReCYBbFr0rI/AAAAAAAAAIs/DZ1c9QpJZ50/s400/gothic1--large-msg-117069589605.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Some songs are fun for awhile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;we hear them, we love them, we play them on continuesly over a period of time; and then we grow bored of them. Other songs, however, latch onto our hearts and stay with us forever , so that we will enjoy them forever. Sometimes, it’s the beat that does it for us. Other times, it’s the lyrics that call out to us. &lt;strong&gt;And occasionally, a song will be always special because of the memories and emotions it evokes in us. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I've been thinking what my theme song is lately and I haven't been able to figure it out until I was listening to "Bitch" by Meredith Brooks. Theres so many things about me that contridict themselves about me ... well at least in MY mind. So heres the lyrics to Bitch for those of you that don't know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I immediately loved the song and insisted upon playing it at high volume — dancing around my room, singing like a crazy person — to my mother’s furious objections. Even then, at that age,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I recognized a bit of myself in her lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a woman cannot be labeled as this or that or even described as a little bit of this and a little bit of that, because women possess the unique ability to be something and its opposite, both at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;People tell me I’m sweet, they think I’m innocent, they think I’m kind. And you know what? I can be all those things.... but I hate it when people make these assumptions because, when we label someone, we unconsciously decide what kind of person they are and how they will react in certain situations. And the problem is, I’m not always sweet or always innocent (allow me to please laugh) or always kind. I can be a bitch and I can be naughty and I can most definitely be nasty at times! But people don’t seem to get that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="more-246"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I really should print out a disclaimer to be distributed to every person I meet:&lt;br /&gt;Warning: Rosie is and is not what she seems. Make no assumptions, draw no conclusions, and squash all postulations.&lt;br /&gt;So here we are: I am stating it for the record, I am not what you think. No woman is!!! We’re multi-layered, multi-faceted, and full of opposing characteristics.&lt;br /&gt;And I know this makes us difficult to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;How can we be gentle, but assertive? How can we need your protection, but be so capable of fending for ourselves? How can we move, function between two opposites? &lt;strong&gt;Because we just can!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As the lyrics say: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hate the world today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Youre so good to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know but i can't change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tried to tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But you look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Like maybe i'm an angel underneath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Innocent and sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yesterday i cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Must have been relieved to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The softer side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;How you'd be so confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I dont envy you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Im a little bit of everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;All rolled into one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm a Bitch, i'm a lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm a child, I'm a mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm a sinner, I'm a saint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I do not feel ashamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm your hell, I'm your dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm nothing inbetween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You know you wouldnt want it any other way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So take me as i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This may mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You'll have to be a stronger man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rest assured that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When i start to make you nervious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I'm going through extremes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tomarrow i will change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And today wont mean a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just when you think,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You got me figured out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The season's already changing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think it's cool,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You do what you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And dont try to save me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm a bitch, I'm a tease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm a goddess on my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;when you hurt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;when you suffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm your angel undercover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've been numb, im revived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can't say I'm not alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You know i wouldn't want it anyother way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:vikrant@109proof.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We are angels, we are devils, we are weak, we are strong. We need you, we need no one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;We are women. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Please stop labeling us and just learn to love us.&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/21692724-7976016794672220031?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/7976016794672220031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=7976016794672220031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/7976016794672220031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/7976016794672220031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-bitch-lovergoddesstease.html' title='I&apos;m a Bitch, Lover,Goddess,Tease...'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/ReCYBbFr0rI/AAAAAAAAAIs/DZ1c9QpJZ50/s72-c/gothic1--large-msg-117069589605.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-5392726505987252469</id><published>2007-02-22T04:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:53.113Z</updated><title type='text'>Dont have to define happiness anymore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rd0jarFr0pI/AAAAAAAAAIY/5ISbdmyxhRE/s1600-h/alwayscocktailhour_th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034218899620221586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rd0jarFr0pI/AAAAAAAAAIY/5ISbdmyxhRE/s400/alwayscocktailhour_th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A friend of mine recently pointed out that i am far happier these days than i used to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I have stopped trying to be the person i thought everyone wanted me to be and have concentrated on discovering what i want to be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When I was younger, I once asked my mother if i was happy, sure that i didn't know what "happy" felt like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now, having given up on defining my happiness based on the number of smiles and praises directed towards me by other people, I don't have to ask anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&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/21692724-5392726505987252469?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/5392726505987252469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=5392726505987252469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/5392726505987252469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/5392726505987252469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/dont-have-to-define-happiness-anymore.html' title='Dont have to define happiness anymore!'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rd0jarFr0pI/AAAAAAAAAIY/5ISbdmyxhRE/s72-c/alwayscocktailhour_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-9135918957185689015</id><published>2007-02-21T06:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:53.288Z</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Okay...You Know..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rdvz1LFr0oI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ufRqKDgVH2Y/s1600-h/watching+u.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033885103351911042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rdvz1LFr0oI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ufRqKDgVH2Y/s400/watching+u.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is relatively okay, remarkably. I don't know what happened. All the agony of "being alone" has vanished!Maybe it really is better to be alone than unhappily attached... and it seems that most of my "attachments" come with an unhappy streak.... :-( &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, whatever.... I'm genuinely happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Although i have to admit..., a really sad time to be living alone is when you're sick and ill in bed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still -- its not as bad as having an uncaring partner!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essential is, of course, the network of friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okay, i could have used someone to hug and pet me and feel sorry for me that I'm so miserable... but it's okay like this. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It gets lonely sometimes.... okay, it gets lonely alot! Especially right after when there was somebodyin your life earlier...maybe for sometime also and now there is nobody! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's hard to tell myself (and believe) that there is "nothing missing, nothing wrong here."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I started writing down five things that were great about my day before i went to bed every night; except that after about four days of doing that, i couldn't stand my own bullshit anymore, gave it up and went back where i really didn't want to go -- crying myself to sleep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it worked..... I guess ,feel much better now. Honestly! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still stick to my opinion though....that..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honest misery is much more tolerable than pretend-happiness!!!!&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/21692724-9135918957185689015?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/9135918957185689015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=9135918957185689015' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/9135918957185689015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/9135918957185689015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/life-is-okayyou-know.html' title='Life Is Okay...You Know..'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rdvz1LFr0oI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ufRqKDgVH2Y/s72-c/watching+u.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-1896613058878088778</id><published>2007-02-20T05:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:53.473Z</updated><title type='text'>Changes...How time flies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RdqMlrFr0nI/AAAAAAAAAIA/bB8QRT6sZnM/s1600-h/time+slippingaway!.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033490112389567090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RdqMlrFr0nI/AAAAAAAAAIA/bB8QRT6sZnM/s400/time+slippingaway!.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Some people come into our lives and quickly go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some people move our souls to dance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They awaken us to new understanding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with the passing whisper of their wisdom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some people make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They stay in our lives for awhile,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leave footprints on our hearts, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and we are never ever the same."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's just sort of weird to think how much changed in just a couple of years. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like where in the world has the time gone? Just a couple of years ago we were together and happy. Ok I should say happyISH. . .! Those who knew us well knew that we had some horrible times but at the same time things were not that bad either, or at least i thought they were't ! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now he's totally changed and indiffernet towards me and my feelings, almost as if like a stranger, who never knew me at all! and to think in just a few months we will probably not even remain a couple anymore....is daunting, to say the least! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isnt it strange, how one gets used to living life in a perticular way...or get accoustomed to certain things and situations, that living it differnetly or otherwise beyond a certain point is incomprihentionable untill things and situations are actually thrown in or at your face due to various circumstances!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Life is so strange and complicated...at times..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess its all part of 'growingup/maturing, so that we learn to adapt ourselves to various aspects and situations in life....and toget out of our 'comfortzone'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Learning to except the unexpected... and be happy with whatever you receive or get is what life is all about i guess. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In someways...a little unpredictability is good i guess, otherwise life would be so boring! I'm glad that life happens the way it does. You never know whats going to happen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We just get to figure out our path and try to stay afloat it/abreast it and finally submerge with it/in it...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just be ready to accept whatever comes our way, good or bad .....and learn to 'live in the moment', and live it to the fullest.........is the secret to real happiness, is what i turuelly feel and believe now!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We all have come on earth to learn something, i have no doubt about that; but how quickly we learn to adabt to the GOOD and the BAD, and how quickly we learn or gain something from our mistakes...so as to not repeat it again....is the answer to salvation !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/21692724-1896613058878088778?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/1896613058878088778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=1896613058878088778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/1896613058878088778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/1896613058878088778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/changeshow-time-flies.html' title='Changes...How time flies!'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RdqMlrFr0nI/AAAAAAAAAIA/bB8QRT6sZnM/s72-c/time+slippingaway!.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-7638985838378608710</id><published>2007-02-19T15:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:53.660Z</updated><title type='text'>For The Girls...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RdnBirFr0jI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ZcOpPfrfZwo/s1600-h/Don"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033266859989520946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RdnBirFr0jI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ZcOpPfrfZwo/s400/Don%27t+tread+on+me.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DON'T MESS WITH ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Something Interesting that cought my eye, and attention eventually, which i think every female/woman should know and understand i feel!!!!! ;-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;"If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away. If he doesn't want you,nothing can make him stay."&lt;br /&gt;1. Stop making excuses for a man and his behavior.&lt;br /&gt;2. Allow your intuition (or spirit) to save you from heartache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Stop trying to change yourselves for a relationship that's not meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;4. Slower is better.&lt;br /&gt;5. Never live your life for a man.&lt;br /&gt;6. If a relationship ends because the man was not treating you as you deserve, then heck no, you can't "be friends." A friend wouldn't mistreat a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Don't settle.&lt;br /&gt;8. If you feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is.&lt;br /&gt;9. Don't stay because you think "it will get better." You'll be mad at yourself a year later for staying when things are not better.&lt;br /&gt;10. The only person you can control in a relationship is you.&lt;br /&gt;11. Avoid men who've got a bunch of children by a bunch of different women. He didn't marry them when he got them pregnant, why would he treat you any differently?&lt;br /&gt;12. Always have your own set of friends separate from his.&lt;br /&gt;13. Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you. If something bothers you, speak up.&lt;br /&gt;14. Never let a man know everything. He will use it against you later.&lt;br /&gt;15. You cannot change a man's behaviors. Change comes from within.&lt;br /&gt;16. Don't EVER make him feel he is more important than you are...even if he has more education or a better job.&lt;br /&gt;17. Do not make him into a quasi-god. He is a man, nothing more nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;18. Never let a man define who you are.&lt;br /&gt;19. Never borrow someone else's man.&lt;br /&gt;20. If he cheated WITH you, he'll cheat ON you.&lt;br /&gt;21. A man will only treat you the way you ALLOW him to treat you.&lt;br /&gt;22. All men are NOT dogs.&lt;br /&gt;23. You should not be the one doing all the bending...compromise is a two way street.&lt;br /&gt;24. You need time to heal between relationships...there is nothing cute about baggage...deal with your issues before pursuing a new relationship.&lt;br /&gt;25. You should never look for someone to COMPLETE you...a relationship consists of two WHOLE individuals... look for someone complimentary...not supplementary. &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/21692724-7638985838378608710?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/7638985838378608710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=7638985838378608710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/7638985838378608710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/7638985838378608710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/for-girls.html' title='For The Girls...'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RdnBirFr0jI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ZcOpPfrfZwo/s72-c/Don%27t+tread+on+me.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-9196947942447443297</id><published>2007-02-19T15:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:53.851Z</updated><title type='text'>REMEMBER ME FOR.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RdnEHLFr0mI/AAAAAAAAAH0/b_tKu5uW-r4/s1600-h/ambition_theme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033269686078001762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RdnEHLFr0mI/AAAAAAAAAH0/b_tKu5uW-r4/s400/ambition_theme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Remember me for what i was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Not as i am now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'll merge into the shadows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'll disappear into the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Remember me for what i was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Not as you see me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'll walk out into tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'll melt into the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Remember me for what i was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A glance in your directionat the right time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A smile breaking into a crescent moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A word of reassurance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'll protect myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Against the cold lash of tongues and lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'll blend in with the crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'll disperse into the stream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'll fade into the darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'll turn and walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Remember me for what i was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;As one world breaks in two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'll follow my own instincts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'll forge another path&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Remember me for what i was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Not what i couldn't be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Remember me for what i was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I shall never be again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/21692724-9196947942447443297?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/9196947942447443297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=9196947942447443297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/9196947942447443297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/9196947942447443297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/remember-me-for.html' title='REMEMBER ME FOR.....'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RdnEHLFr0mI/AAAAAAAAAH0/b_tKu5uW-r4/s72-c/ambition_theme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-1135621642610396037</id><published>2007-02-18T14:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:54.254Z</updated><title type='text'>I  wish i Could be with you right now papa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RdhqBWjI_LI/AAAAAAAAAGc/BT52P246khI/s1600-h/1908407224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032889155051912370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RdhqBWjI_LI/AAAAAAAAAGc/BT52P246khI/s400/1908407224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rdhp8WjI_KI/AAAAAAAAAGU/hX29Dlsx8tY/s1600-h/2180963775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032889069152566434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rdhp8WjI_KI/AAAAAAAAAGU/hX29Dlsx8tY/s400/2180963775.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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papa!'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RdhqBWjI_LI/AAAAAAAAAGc/BT52P246khI/s72-c/1908407224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-3467926440135264622</id><published>2007-02-18T13:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:54.362Z</updated><title type='text'>Rest And Relax Dear Papa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rdhpa2jI_JI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_jkOV3z1sPM/s1600-h/dmrestrelaxmain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032888493626948754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rdhpa2jI_JI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_jkOV3z1sPM/s400/dmrestrelaxmain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And just for today,&lt;br /&gt;become a dreamer...&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy life,&lt;br /&gt;make it a little lighter...&lt;br /&gt;Get off the fast track...&lt;br /&gt;Rest and relax...&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the phone, emails, faxes,&lt;br /&gt;And any pending work, clients, or taxes! ...: )&lt;br /&gt;Take some time to Rest and Relax,&lt;br /&gt;And have a wonderful day my papa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love ~n~ Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;and lots of good wishes for a speedy recovery!&lt;br /&gt;Your daughter..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692724-3467926440135264622?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rdhpa2jI_JI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_jkOV3z1sPM/s72-c/dmrestrelaxmain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-9179766093848266483</id><published>2007-02-18T12:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:54.444Z</updated><title type='text'>Heart Within..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RdnDhrFr0lI/AAAAAAAAAHk/qgKBZAbvLwo/s1600-h/broken_heart_red2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033269041832907346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RdnDhrFr0lI/AAAAAAAAAHk/qgKBZAbvLwo/s320/broken_heart_red2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;How the heart does long for what is so far from it's grasp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Without reserve leading farther down this path.&lt;br /&gt;I want to show my heart what dangers mark our way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I beg my heart to rest in the shadows…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;please, please let me stay.&lt;br /&gt;My mind argues valiantly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;offering scars of days gone past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;My eyes weep with pains that will forever last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh, to the heart that will not stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;To the heart that knows not what it ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh, to the heart that grows each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;To the heart that knows no other way.&lt;br /&gt;Blindly it races,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;unaware of the fall it just took.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Believing fairytales are not only found in books.&lt;br /&gt;From down on my knees &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I have picked it up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;pieces broken, shattered and torn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;A heart that is so tattered;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;fit not to be worn.&lt;br /&gt;A sigh of surrender, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I know that I have lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;My heart has found reason to love and it knows no cost.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, to the heart that that has no regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;To the heart that knows no doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh, to the heart that knows how to soar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;To the heart that drifts no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="mailto:sitecn@aol.com?subject=Heart"&gt;Katheran Hill &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692724-9179766093848266483?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/9179766093848266483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=9179766093848266483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/9179766093848266483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/9179766093848266483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/heart-within.html' title='Heart Within..'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RdnDhrFr0lI/AAAAAAAAAHk/qgKBZAbvLwo/s72-c/broken_heart_red2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-4884134199349533667</id><published>2007-02-14T13:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:54.627Z</updated><title type='text'>No Need For Valentine's Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RdHEKmjI_FI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9-avezgSyKY/s1600-h/2776281835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031017945175227474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RdHEKmjI_FI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9-avezgSyKY/s400/2776281835.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;No need to think of what flowers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and how many to buy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;no need to hunt for a card &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and to think of what to write on it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;no need to look for a present &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and wonder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;if he will like it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;no need to spend all that money and effort....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;then why am i so sad?&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/21692724-4884134199349533667?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/4884134199349533667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=4884134199349533667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/4884134199349533667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/4884134199349533667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-need-for-valentines-day.html' title='No Need For Valentine&apos;s Day...'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RdHEKmjI_FI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9-avezgSyKY/s72-c/2776281835.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-8988547266948054146</id><published>2007-02-14T11:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:54.917Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RdLvyGjI_GI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Sqf-YAxuCnk/s1600-h/mystical+in+springtime"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031347377756765282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RdLvyGjI_GI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Sqf-YAxuCnk/s400/mystical+in+springtime" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I want to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i won't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sms you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you i miss you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you can feel it too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you?&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/21692724-8988547266948054146?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/8988547266948054146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=8988547266948054146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/8988547266948054146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/8988547266948054146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RdLvyGjI_GI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Sqf-YAxuCnk/s72-c/mystical+in+springtime' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-2561465974225392505</id><published>2007-02-13T12:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:55.066Z</updated><title type='text'>shifting through time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rdm_5LFr0iI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Y_7mYANbgcA/s1600-h/2188808555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033265047513322018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rdm_5LFr0iI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Y_7mYANbgcA/s400/2188808555.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;shifting through boxes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;looking through the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;relationships that didn't make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;friendships that did not last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;familiar names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;but so many lost along the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;letters, greetingcards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;they once remembered my birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;of those who remain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;we're no longer that close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;the innocence of yesteryears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;is but a friendly ghost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;words betray us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;we were supposed to stick together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;but we drifted apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;even in perfect weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;but that's just life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;bits and pieces we're left with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;and if we retaliate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;we lose our belief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;every envelope recreates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;another street in memory lane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;even if i could turn back time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i know, nothing would have changed....!&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/21692724-2561465974225392505?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/2561465974225392505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=2561465974225392505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/2561465974225392505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/2561465974225392505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/shifting-through-time.html' title='shifting through time...'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rdm_5LFr0iI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Y_7mYANbgcA/s72-c/2188808555.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-2897321238571424213</id><published>2007-02-13T12:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:55.213Z</updated><title type='text'>"Something Turns To Nothing"..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rdmv5rFr0hI/AAAAAAAAAG4/JC25WEHWwSE/s1600-h/1918132321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033247463917212178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rdmv5rFr0hI/AAAAAAAAAG4/JC25WEHWwSE/s400/1918132321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Something turns to nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And nothing makes you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;There was something in that something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It's gone and you wonder why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Life can't be lived on one thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;For that one thing could be that something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So wipe those tears of nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;For tomorrow there will be something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;- Tommy Page&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/21692724-2897321238571424213?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/2897321238571424213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=2897321238571424213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/2897321238571424213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/2897321238571424213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/something-turns-to-nothing.html' title='&quot;Something Turns To Nothing&quot;..'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rdmv5rFr0hI/AAAAAAAAAG4/JC25WEHWwSE/s72-c/1918132321.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-4504157847758358541</id><published>2007-02-13T12:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:55.437Z</updated><title type='text'>Guilty...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RdmeU7Fr0gI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1h0Ubeuw_6Q/s1600-h/french_lieutentants_woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033228140859347458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RdmeU7Fr0gI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1h0Ubeuw_6Q/s400/french_lieutentants_woman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Guilty..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;for loving you when you needed it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;guilty for standing by you when you walked away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;guilty for defending you when people doubted you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;because i understand..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;guilty for leaving you alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;to give you a chance to start to start life again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;because i want you to be happy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;now i stand guilty again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;of a lie you created as my truth..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;do i still really know you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but what does that matter? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;freakier things have happened before..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;now i'm just amused, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;bemused and very much accused..&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/21692724-4504157847758358541?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/4504157847758358541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=4504157847758358541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/4504157847758358541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/4504157847758358541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/guilty.html' title='Guilty...'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RdmeU7Fr0gI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1h0Ubeuw_6Q/s72-c/french_lieutentants_woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-6136049734145431736</id><published>2007-02-13T12:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:55.594Z</updated><title type='text'>Rather...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RdG5PmjI_BI/AAAAAAAAAEk/IKKwu7r2Be4/s1600-h/couples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031005936446667794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RdG5PmjI_BI/AAAAAAAAAEk/IKKwu7r2Be4/s320/couples.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think the problem is not..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"if we can still love each other"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rather..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"we are both too scared of failing again"!&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/21692724-6136049734145431736?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/6136049734145431736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=6136049734145431736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/6136049734145431736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/6136049734145431736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/rather.html' title='Rather...'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RdG5PmjI_BI/AAAAAAAAAEk/IKKwu7r2Be4/s72-c/couples.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-6270581832035838355</id><published>2007-02-13T12:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:55.739Z</updated><title type='text'>Crash.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RdG8OGjI_DI/AAAAAAAAAFA/DTfJvVcfNm4/s1600-h/4084164546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031009209211747378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RdG8OGjI_DI/AAAAAAAAAFA/DTfJvVcfNm4/s400/4084164546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In september, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my whole world crashed down on me..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now and then,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i thought i saw light..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but just as quickly, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;darkness envelopes me..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;apparently, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am not meant to survive..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/21692724-6270581832035838355?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/6270581832035838355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=6270581832035838355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/6270581832035838355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/6270581832035838355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/crash.html' title='Crash.'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RdG8OGjI_DI/AAAAAAAAAFA/DTfJvVcfNm4/s72-c/4084164546.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-4167089270864648365</id><published>2007-02-12T14:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:55.855Z</updated><title type='text'>Led me to you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RdB5O2jI-_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/O5h4tlJGg8U/s1600-h/g4904_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030654079840877554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RdB5O2jI-_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/O5h4tlJGg8U/s400/g4904_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I lie in bed at night and pray,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that you will think of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i cry until my eyelids close,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wake to sunlight on my face, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;for a moment i forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;than a cloud passes by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i realized, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i carry on throughout the day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;trying to find joy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and feeling pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i long to gaze upon your face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and share a smile, an embrace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the day is drawing to an end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and still i think of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i try to relax,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yet in my mind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wonder what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i followed my heart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;which flows with the truth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;right from the start, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it led me to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RdB5O2jI-_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/O5h4tlJGg8U/s72-c/g4904_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-143346909370190410</id><published>2007-02-11T11:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:56.014Z</updated><title type='text'>A STORY, THAT OPENS OUR EYES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rc8A32jI-9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/PjRRIlE5P3I/s1600-h/2453635187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030240268331842514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rc8A32jI-9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/PjRRIlE5P3I/s400/2453635187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Fern and the Bamboo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One day I decided to quit... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;almost everything....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; my relationship, my spirituality...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wanted to quit my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I went to the woods to have one last talk with God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"God", I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Can you give me one good reason not to quit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"His answer surprised me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Look around", He said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Do you see the fern and the bamboo?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Yes", I replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I took very good care of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I gave them light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I gave them water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The fern quickly grew from the earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Its brilliant green covered the floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I did not quit on the bamboo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the second year the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I did not quit on the bamboo". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He said. "In the third year,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;there was still nothing from the bamboo seed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I would not quit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the fourth year, again, there was nothing from the bamboo seed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I would not quit." He said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Compared to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But just 6 months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It had spent the five years growing roots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle." He said to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Did you know, my child, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that all this time you have been struggling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you have actually been growing roots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I would not quit on the bamboo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will never quit on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't compare yourself to others." He said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"The bamboo had a different purpose than the fern, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yet, they both make the forest beautiful." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Your time will come, "God said to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;" You will rise high!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"How high should I rise?" I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"How high will the bamboo rise?" He asked in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"As high as it can?" I questioned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Yes." He said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Give me glory by rising as high as you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"I left the forest and brought back this story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hope these words can help you see that God will never give up on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Never regret a day in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Good days give you happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bad days give you experiences. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Both are essential to life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Keep going...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happiness keeps you Sweet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Trials keep you Strong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sorrows keep you Human,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Failures keep you humble,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Success keeps You Glowing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;but Only God keeps You Going !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692724-143346909370190410?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/143346909370190410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=143346909370190410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/143346909370190410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/143346909370190410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/story-that-opens-our-eyes.html' title='A STORY, THAT OPENS OUR EYES!'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rc8A32jI-9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/PjRRIlE5P3I/s72-c/2453635187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-3415072150168077530</id><published>2007-02-11T11:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:56.101Z</updated><title type='text'>Trust...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rc7-fmjI-8I/AAAAAAAAADo/5Z5NCGT2m9s/s1600-h/betrayed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030237652696759234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rc7-fmjI-8I/AAAAAAAAADo/5Z5NCGT2m9s/s400/betrayed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I have a big problem with trust. I want to open up but so much I fear I can't share. I have opened up before and shared private things and it only came back to bite me. I felt I have been betrayed so many times by so many people. So I find myself keeping alot of things inside, now. When I do let my guard down, I automatically get filled with regret for what have I just done? Have I said too much? Have I shared too much? I hate that regret and guilt. But much worse, I hate feeling I must keeps things to myself that I know need to let out.I am a pretty open person; so imagine what all I feel I must keep inside!&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/21692724-3415072150168077530?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/3415072150168077530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=3415072150168077530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/3415072150168077530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/3415072150168077530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/trust.html' title='Trust...'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rc7-fmjI-8I/AAAAAAAAADo/5Z5NCGT2m9s/s72-c/betrayed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-3879348923891332168</id><published>2007-02-09T15:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:56.188Z</updated><title type='text'>Want To Go To The Beach!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RcnsK0IZuEI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZqDvFAy6m0c/s1600-h/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028810129472600130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RcnsK0IZuEI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZqDvFAy6m0c/s400/beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I want to go to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;I want to step into the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel sand in between my toes.&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel the ocean breeze.&lt;br /&gt;I want the sun to shine upon me.&lt;br /&gt;I want to play in the waves.&lt;br /&gt;I want to taste the salt water on my lips.&lt;br /&gt;I will even tolerate the salt burning my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch the sun set over the water.&lt;br /&gt;I want to see the seagulls fly by.&lt;br /&gt;I want to smell the scent of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;I want to get sand in my swimsuit.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go so badly!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &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/21692724-3879348923891332168?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/3879348923891332168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=3879348923891332168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/3879348923891332168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/3879348923891332168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/want-to-go-to-beach.html' title='Want To Go To The Beach!'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RcnsK0IZuEI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZqDvFAy6m0c/s72-c/beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-1368769586076407297</id><published>2007-02-07T15:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:56.293Z</updated><title type='text'>More On A True Friend/Friendship.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rcn0FUIZuHI/AAAAAAAAADU/DJTXRHpufgU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028818831076341874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rcn0FUIZuHI/AAAAAAAAADU/DJTXRHpufgU/s400/untitled.bmp" 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/21692724-1368769586076407297?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/1368769586076407297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=1368769586076407297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/1368769586076407297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/1368769586076407297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/more-on-true-friendfriendship.html' title='More On A True Friend/Friendship.'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rcn0FUIZuHI/AAAAAAAAADU/DJTXRHpufgU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-6260234306901018958</id><published>2007-02-07T15:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:56.429Z</updated><title type='text'>I wish....!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rc8Ct2jI--I/AAAAAAAAAEE/dl_GqHKj4D0/s1600-h/dog+and+cat.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030242295556406242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rc8Ct2jI--I/AAAAAAAAAEE/dl_GqHKj4D0/s400/dog+and+cat.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;How I wish there is a 24hr friend.&lt;br /&gt;That could give me advice on whatever doubts I have,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on whatever problems that I have and will encounter, in the future.&lt;br /&gt;To give me moral support no matter what I am doing, or going through,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be there to listen to me, support me,comfort and protect me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With whome i can basically pour my heart out to, yet have the comfert and knowledge that i would not be judged, ridiculed or looked down upon!&lt;/span&gt;&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/21692724-6260234306901018958?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/6260234306901018958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=6260234306901018958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/6260234306901018958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/6260234306901018958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-wish.html' title='I wish....!!!'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rc8Ct2jI--I/AAAAAAAAAEE/dl_GqHKj4D0/s72-c/dog+and+cat.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-5997433845338693478</id><published>2007-02-07T15:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:56.605Z</updated><title type='text'>Saying... "On/ about a Woman"... [love what this says!]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rcnq_UIZuDI/AAAAAAAAACk/XXHprnrdxY8/s1600-h/the+madonna+in+sorrow.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028808832392476722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rcnq_UIZuDI/AAAAAAAAACk/XXHprnrdxY8/s400/the+madonna+in+sorrow.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Thought this saying is awesome.............so wanted to share this with the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;This is written in the Hebrew Talmud, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;the book&lt;br /&gt;where all of the sayings and preaching&lt;br /&gt;of Rabbis are conserved over time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Be very careful if you make a woman cry,&lt;br /&gt;because God counts her tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The woman came out of&lt;br /&gt;a man's rib. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Not from his feet to be walked on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Not from his head to be superior,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;but from the side&lt;br /&gt;to be equal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Under the arm to be protected,&lt;br /&gt;and next to the heart to be loved."&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/21692724-5997433845338693478?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/5997433845338693478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=5997433845338693478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/5997433845338693478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/5997433845338693478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/saying-on-about-woman-love-what-this.html' title='Saying... &quot;On/ about a Woman&quot;... [love what this says!]'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rcnq_UIZuDI/AAAAAAAAACk/XXHprnrdxY8/s72-c/the+madonna+in+sorrow.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-200281359656841933</id><published>2007-02-07T14:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:56.718Z</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RcnpckIZuCI/AAAAAAAAACY/MU4SiHv5DZ8/s1600-h/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028807135880394786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RcnpckIZuCI/AAAAAAAAACY/MU4SiHv5DZ8/s400/flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"I am only one, but I am one.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot do everything,&lt;br /&gt;but I can do something.&lt;br /&gt;And what I can do,that I ought to do.&lt;br /&gt;And what I ought to do,&lt;br /&gt;by God's grace I shall do." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Expressed by Edward Everett Hale&lt;br /&gt;Selected by Douglas Pagels&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/21692724-200281359656841933?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/200281359656841933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=200281359656841933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/200281359656841933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/200281359656841933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RcnpckIZuCI/AAAAAAAAACY/MU4SiHv5DZ8/s72-c/flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-6530299694292850967</id><published>2007-02-07T14:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:56.834Z</updated><title type='text'>My Mask..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RcnmoUIZuBI/AAAAAAAAACM/D7tpTq0c4FY/s1600-h/drama%20mask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028804039208974354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RcnmoUIZuBI/AAAAAAAAACM/D7tpTq0c4FY/s400/drama%2520mask.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This smile that I wear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;it can be deceiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Little do you know what I am feeling inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I can mask what is really going on underneath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I don't want to wear this mask,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;but sometimes&lt;br /&gt;it's easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Easier to just keep it all inside.&lt;br /&gt;I am a truthful person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So sometimes I feel&lt;br /&gt;I am lying by not revealing what is there.&lt;br /&gt;I also think that if I let it out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;the reality of it&lt;br /&gt;will set in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Do I want to face it?&lt;br /&gt;I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel it's healthy to keep it bottled up.&lt;br /&gt;But that's what I do knowing one day it&lt;br /&gt;will surface.&lt;br /&gt;Until then I wear my mask&lt;br /&gt;and try to hide it.&lt;br /&gt;Some days are much easier&lt;br /&gt;than others.&lt;br /&gt;One day my mask will no longer&lt;br /&gt;be able to cover it any longer.&lt;br /&gt;I know I will not&lt;br /&gt;be able to stand to wear&lt;br /&gt;the awful mask anymore.&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/21692724-6530299694292850967?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/6530299694292850967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=6530299694292850967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/6530299694292850967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/6530299694292850967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-smile-that-i-wear-it-can-be.html' title='My Mask..'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RcnmoUIZuBI/AAAAAAAAACM/D7tpTq0c4FY/s72-c/drama%2520mask.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-7289243626523129160</id><published>2007-02-07T14:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:57.032Z</updated><title type='text'>HIDE AND SEEK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rcnkk0IZuAI/AAAAAAAAACA/hWCl9EOhTsE/s1600-h/4038032768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028801780056176642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rcnkk0IZuAI/AAAAAAAAACA/hWCl9EOhTsE/s400/4038032768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ever feel that you&lt;br /&gt;can't be&lt;br /&gt;who you really are?&lt;br /&gt;Ever feel that you must&lt;br /&gt;conceal&lt;br /&gt;the person you really are?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel I am in&lt;br /&gt;disguise.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be me and not pretend.&lt;br /&gt;I am my only obstacle.&lt;br /&gt;Until I can let go,&lt;br /&gt;Until I can be comfortable,&lt;br /&gt;I hide&lt;br /&gt;so much of myself. &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/21692724-7289243626523129160?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/7289243626523129160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=7289243626523129160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/7289243626523129160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/7289243626523129160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/hide-and-seek.html' title='HIDE AND SEEK'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rcnkk0IZuAI/AAAAAAAAACA/hWCl9EOhTsE/s72-c/4038032768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-1871215488939621157</id><published>2007-02-05T04:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:57.224Z</updated><title type='text'>Inspirational Quote of the Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rca4XUIZt-I/AAAAAAAAABk/KKmstJHQmMQ/s1600-h/pretty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027908744686188514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rca4XUIZt-I/AAAAAAAAABk/KKmstJHQmMQ/s400/pretty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Something along the same lines again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Every event, every situation in which you might find yourself has a positive value, even the dramas, even the tragedies, even the thunderbolt from a calm sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Arnaud Desjardins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692724-1871215488939621157?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/1871215488939621157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=1871215488939621157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/1871215488939621157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/1871215488939621157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/inspirational-quote-of-day.html' title='Inspirational Quote of the Day...'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/Rca4XUIZt-I/AAAAAAAAABk/KKmstJHQmMQ/s72-c/pretty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-3275993545129355508</id><published>2007-02-02T19:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:57.448Z</updated><title type='text'>What meakes you alive?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RcObYkIZt9I/AAAAAAAAABU/zAtOsimd87E/s1600-h/3851149491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027032455393687506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RcObYkIZt9I/AAAAAAAAABU/zAtOsimd87E/s400/3851149491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't ask yourself what the world needs.&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself what makes you come alive, and go do that,&lt;br /&gt;because what the world needs is people who have come alive.&lt;br /&gt;- Gil Bailie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;As I'm going through a difficult time where I'm asking the world and God what I should be doing with my life, this quote is like rain upon my parched mind. I'm searching everywhere for an answer and maybe I already know what I should be doing. There are things I'm aware of that make me come alive, that are just so exciting for me. singing and my passion for music is one of those things.I believe God has given us all unique desires, things we can do that no one else could do as well because they wouldn't approach the task with as much vigor, with as much enthusiasm. So maybe that's what's important in life, to do that which makes you come alive, the task at which you continually want to strive at, in the relentless pursuit of ever-elusive perfection.What task makes you come alive as you strive to do it as best as you possibly can?&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/21692724-3275993545129355508?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/3275993545129355508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=3275993545129355508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/3275993545129355508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/3275993545129355508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-meakes-you-alive.html' title='What meakes you alive?'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RcObYkIZt9I/AAAAAAAAABU/zAtOsimd87E/s72-c/3851149491.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-5223521324211499796</id><published>2007-02-02T18:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:57.545Z</updated><title type='text'>IT SHALL PASS......!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RcOZAkIZt8I/AAAAAAAAABI/67GFusIUzvo/s1600-h/2396496442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027029844053571522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RcOZAkIZt8I/AAAAAAAAABI/67GFusIUzvo/s400/2396496442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Expect to have hope rekindled.&lt;br /&gt;Expect your prayers to be answered in wondrous ways.&lt;br /&gt;The dry seasons in life do not last.&lt;br /&gt;The spring rains will come again.&lt;br /&gt;- Sarah Ban Breathnach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This too in time shall pass.&lt;br /&gt;We all have to face our share of sorrows and suffering,and learn to bear with it, accept it, realize it and become aware that ...............'Bad events', or experiences in our lives, are followed by something 'good' at the end!&lt;br /&gt;There is always light at the end of a dark tunnel; nothing lasts forever, similarly the problems, difficulties and bad phase of your life.........TOO SHALL PASS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally believe, we are brought on this earth, or rather our souls choose the life and bosy it wishes to lead......so that we learn something out of it, or suring that lifetime.............hopefully becomming more and more aware of things, expanding our consciencess so that , 'oneday' we will Become 'Enlightened' and reach our salvation.....and merge with the greater source and energy; from where we originally came from or was created from!!! And hence the soul/spirit/energy would not need to take a physical form again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe i am going more towards the phylosophical side of things....but i say it , because i truelly believe in it...........therefore would like to share it with the world at large, and specially because..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone very dear and close to me is going through an especially hard time, and I think it's hard for him to see that, though he's in a time of much transition, everything will work out. I can see, from a more objective perspective, that all this change is going to lead to some wonderful things in his life very soon. What's important though is that he see that. It's so important to hold on to hope. Without it, there is only despair and dejection.&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/21692724-5223521324211499796?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/5223521324211499796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=5223521324211499796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/5223521324211499796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/5223521324211499796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/it-shall-pass.html' title='IT SHALL PASS......!'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RcOZAkIZt8I/AAAAAAAAABI/67GFusIUzvo/s72-c/2396496442.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-2046460382673411603</id><published>2007-02-02T18:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:57.680Z</updated><title type='text'>On the Subject of Hope..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RcOYDkIZt7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/NjFNB0PGGLY/s1600-h/3338927016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027028796081551282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RcOYDkIZt7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/NjFNB0PGGLY/s400/3338927016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Though no one can go back and make a new start,&lt;br /&gt;anyone can start from now and make a brand new end.&lt;br /&gt;- Carl Bard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really like this quote! It's not over until you say it's over.&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/21692724-2046460382673411603?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/2046460382673411603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=2046460382673411603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/2046460382673411603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/2046460382673411603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/on-subject-of-hope.html' title='On the Subject of Hope..'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RcOYDkIZt7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/NjFNB0PGGLY/s72-c/3338927016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-5397943063161468271</id><published>2007-02-02T18:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:57.781Z</updated><title type='text'>Makes Complete Sense...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RcOVLUIZt6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/iS46Waw29ls/s1600-h/4176342503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027025630690654114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RcOVLUIZt6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/iS46Waw29ls/s400/4176342503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The one thing I have realized though, from a lot of talking with my parents and others, that marriage or a long term relationship is all about compromise.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if talking about marriage is stretching the subject but in the end it's not about a connection. I've always been obsessed with finding this connection with the other person.&lt;br /&gt;But in the end it's about MAKING a relationship WORK. Which is hard WORK. (Sorry for the all caps)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think it's about firstly knowing&lt;strong&gt; yourself&lt;/strong&gt; really well. You have to know &lt;strong&gt;who you are&lt;/strong&gt; before you can truly know who you want to spend the rest of your life with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692724-5397943063161468271?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/5397943063161468271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=5397943063161468271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/5397943063161468271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/5397943063161468271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/makes-complete-sense.html' title='Makes Complete Sense...!'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RcOVLUIZt6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/iS46Waw29ls/s72-c/4176342503.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-1400260535654586435</id><published>2007-02-02T18:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:57.958Z</updated><title type='text'>At the end Of The day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RcOPJEIZt4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/PIFXH-ynu2Y/s1600-h/51513165_9cd1f68cb8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027018994966181762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RcOPJEIZt4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/PIFXH-ynu2Y/s400/51513165_9cd1f68cb8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;At the end of life we will not be judged by how many diplomas we have received, how much money we have made, how many great things we have done.We will be judged by "I was hungry, and you gave me something to eat, I was naked and you clothed me, I was homeless, and you took me in."Hungry not only for bread - but hungry for love. Naked not only for clothing - but naked of human dignity and respect. Homeless not only for want of a home of bricks - but homeless because of rejection. - Mother Teresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I love the last part. It's not as simple as giving a man food when he's hungry, a jacket when he's cold, or shelter when he has nowhere to go. There are deeper-rooted issues to tackle, and though I don't quite know how to go about working to eliminate callousness, indignity, and rejection, I do know it's our responsibility to strive, without ceasing, for that goal.Maybe if each of us did our part where we are to love, to respect, and to accept without condition, this wouldn't seem to be such an unreasonable objective.&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/21692724-1400260535654586435?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/1400260535654586435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=1400260535654586435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/1400260535654586435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/1400260535654586435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/at-end-of-life-we-will-not-be-judged-by.html' title='At the end Of The day....'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RcOPJEIZt4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/PIFXH-ynu2Y/s72-c/51513165_9cd1f68cb8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-8770546853366060393</id><published>2007-02-01T18:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:48:58.100Z</updated><title type='text'>Judging Others.....[lesson to Learn!]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RcI57UIZt3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/uhTuFC6788s/s1600-h/1059513158_eriouseyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026643825277908850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RcI57UIZt3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/uhTuFC6788s/s400/1059513158_eriouseyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;“Do not judge, or you too will be judged. For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.Why do you look at the speck of saw dust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? How can you say to your brother, ‘let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when all the time there is a plank in your eye? You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye.Do not give dogs what is sacred; do not throw your pearls to pigs. If you do, they may trample them under their feet, and then turn and tear you to pieces.&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/21692724-8770546853366060393?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/8770546853366060393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=8770546853366060393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/8770546853366060393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/8770546853366060393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/judging-otherslesson-to-learn.html' title='Judging Others.....[lesson to Learn!]'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/RcI57UIZt3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/uhTuFC6788s/s72-c/1059513158_eriouseyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-116956542502311775</id><published>2007-01-27T06:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-26T21:17:25.816Z</updated><title type='text'>Beauty frozen in time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3849/2197/1600/123600/zv001035_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3849/2197/400/737167/zv001035_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“Love is something eternal;&lt;br /&gt;the aspect may change,&lt;br /&gt;but not the essence.” - Vincent van Gogh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A flower may blossom, wither,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And then die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;without anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ever seeing or knowing it’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Beauty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;But the artist can look at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The flower and freeze it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;inTime – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Paint it onto canvas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;To live a thousand life times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And a thousand generations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Will look upon the flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And see the beauty it had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;To offer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A beauty that once-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Blossomed, withered,&lt;br /&gt;And died a long time ago....&lt;br /&gt;And maybe some will say&lt;br /&gt;To their selves –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The artist was thinking of-&lt;br /&gt;As she froze a moment inTime –&lt;br /&gt;and painted eternity &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/21692724-116956542502311775?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/116956542502311775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=116956542502311775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/116956542502311775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/116956542502311775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/01/beauty-frozen-in-time.html' title='Beauty frozen in time.'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-116984567544237592</id><published>2007-01-26T19:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-01-26T21:07:55.480Z</updated><title type='text'>PARTING.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3849/2197/1600/857754/eternalkiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3849/2197/400/633674/eternalkiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We've been happy,dearest,You and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have to go, but wont say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;For in that place thats free from ill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We'll meet again, i know we will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This parting now we have to bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Be brave my love and dont despair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'll be only just a breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Every hour, of every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Our eyes won't meet or fingers won't touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But strength of love is such&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;That we'll reach out into beyond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;To keep our loving precious bond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It doesnt matter, today,tomarrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;For i know there will be sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But that day will come, we'll be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Eternally that nothing can sever.&lt;/span&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/21692724-116984567544237592?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/116984567544237592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=116984567544237592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/116984567544237592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/116984567544237592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/01/parting_27.html' title='PARTING.......'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-116976563983456934</id><published>2007-01-25T22:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-26T19:39:26.976Z</updated><title type='text'>GoodBye......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3849/2197/1600/155118/3376651234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3849/2197/400/200867/3376651234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It took a lot longer than it probably should have --&lt;br /&gt;but it's finally happened&lt;br /&gt;I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;The day has come to an end;&lt;br /&gt;the sun is over my head --&lt;br /&gt;my .............husband/companion got me in a mess of trouble again.&lt;br /&gt;But no more.&lt;br /&gt;No more empty smiles.&lt;br /&gt;No more time wasted wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you think that you're alright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm calling out from the inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never heard anyone&lt;br /&gt; I never listen at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't think you're appealing or chariming and attractive to me anymore,because we both know that I do.&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are still huge and so expressive, like a baby's!&lt;br /&gt;your smile magnetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you don't see me the way that I wish you would,&lt;br /&gt;and for whatever reason it's finally dawning on me that you never really will!&lt;br /&gt;In all the years we have been together and known each other i kept hoping to get a response from you sometimes, anytime!&lt;br /&gt; But........you were always too busy , in your own world to notice me!&lt;br /&gt;MAybe you just took me for granted ....&lt;br /&gt;who knows?&lt;br /&gt;I believe that you are honestly glad to see me,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;But more and more I think it's because of the fact that i am your son's mother or simply because you married me and we had sort of a relationship for nine years.......; instead of any sort of interest in who I am as an individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that you aren't capable of it, not that there weren't things we could have shared -- but that more and more the obvious has become clear, and there's just no room for anything else.&lt;br /&gt;It's a strange thing to say and I wish it weren't the case --&lt;br /&gt;but this is where you belong, this is how you are, and always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost as if for some reason that I'll never understand,&lt;br /&gt;this is where and how you want to be, and remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something about the personality involved, that I just don't bring, and frankly never want to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just stay away from people whome you might  think have your best interests at heart but........probably have caused you more damage,harm,heartacke and suffering than u could have ever predicted  or imagineg for the long run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only advice you, try to guide you, but can and never will push you to do something against your will!&lt;br /&gt;I would much rather you use your own itellect and brains, rather than being a football of other people's opinions, specially when it comes to your personal life situations and matters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end all i can say is.................................&lt;br /&gt;You can't save someone who doesn't want to be rescued ,any more than you can open a cage door and expect the tiger to just come walking out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never heard anyone&lt;br /&gt;I never listen at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can only be grateful for the time you've spent in the cage together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my beloved, my husband....hope you can move on now; put the bad memories, and past behind and pick up the pieces of your heart and start afresh!&lt;br /&gt;I will always be there for you whenever you need me, or even a shoulder to cryon! I will always think of you and love you the way i have always....and wish you no harm ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincearly hope we can start a new relationship from now on, called "friendship" and base it on total trust , loyalty and devotion this time!&lt;br /&gt;Hear it for the last time......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your Shui. &lt;/span&gt;&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/21692724-116976563983456934?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/116976563983456934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=116976563983456934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/116976563983456934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/116976563983456934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/01/goodbye.html' title='GoodBye......'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-116961416697918299</id><published>2007-01-24T03:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-24T04:56:50.596Z</updated><title type='text'>BACK AGAIN TO THE BLOGGING WORLD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3849/2197/1600/612085/841407713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3849/2197/400/341702/841407713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have been away from my online community/home for sometime now, as have had alot to deal with in my personal life; these past four months of my dissapearance;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From dealing with my child being taken away from me, without my knowledge and concent ......to dealing and still going through a custody battle, to now talks , that have moved from seperation to a complete divorce, and the settlement issues that go with it [uckkhh hate all his!] !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im telling you i have been through hell and back! My whole life seems uprooted and adrift sometimes. But outof the chaos i do feel that despite all the pain and suffering , it has not all been totally negative!&lt;br /&gt;There have been times when i have realized how much my internal spirit has "Grown" through the bitterness, to a place where i can take the blows and everything that comes my way, but not respond likewise.&lt;br /&gt;I feel pity and a sense of forgiveness towards those who wish to harm me, and in this i feel lies my salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasnt for my personal" Guru", "master", "guide" and true "mentor" in life...... poojya/beloved Guruji's { Sri Sri Ravi Shankarji} influence in my life, i honestly dont know what i would have done, or how i would have coped with life altering experiences n events and having to make probably the most difficult decisions till date in my life!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;By his Holiness's grace i am admist all the mess,ugliness, and heartackes still able to gather enough strength from within to open my eyes to a new morning everyday!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes........i feel God tries to send us messeges, unfortunatly through pain and suffering.... that .... we should not forget who we really are [which is a beautiful spirit, soul,part of God himself!] and remember our source, where we have actually come from etc, and get centered.....when we lose our way or start to take life and all things for granted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunatly through some yoga practices, breathing excersises [developed by guruji] where you increase your 'prana' level; meditations and listening to many many discourses on various topics on and about life, By Guruji himself, either live or via vedio cds, or through the 'Art of living' channel on the world space sattalite radio..............; i have fortunatly been able to view and see life from a broader perspective now; and it has given me tremendous strength and courage from within.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where now despite going through pain and suffering, despite being in the midst of all the chaos and horrows one can face....i am able to rise above it....and be able to have compassion for the other.................and honestly, all this would not have been possible without the presence of "Guruji" in my life and the beautiful and wonderful people i have met and made friends with , throughout and during my various courses......on 'AOL' and throughout this journey and selfdiscovery; the 'art of living family' now that i have become a part of for life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i can calm my mind, when my very next day is full of uncertanties! Where my whole life is one big question mark itself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all this is all due to the soiritual experiences....i have gained. Although i feel very very sad and cry often not just for myself but for the very people who have caused and given me this immense pain and suffering....&lt;br /&gt;i know that alot has to do with your 'Karma' also! Some things can be changed and are in our hands......but beyond a certain point......you just have to "let go" and surrenderto the divine! Which is what i am doing now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let God, nature, universe,cosmoss, divine consciencess .............call it whatever..............take care of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end..............i pray to God, Guruji..............to please ease the pain for my still loved and dear ones.........[my husband, his family] everyone really !who are also suffering...........and going through immense stress and tormoil........due to everything that has happened and taken place, willingly or unwillingly, consciensly or unconsciensly.....LAst but definatly not the least , for all of this to not let it effect our child, and damage his[right now] fragile psyce, in anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this is our main concern and worry as being responsible parents...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please dear God, i know whatever has to happen will happen; yet i pray that it doesnt hurt or damage anyone so that we are not able to rise above it and grow or gain something from it! I donot want anyone to loose! I want all of us to come out of it as WINNERS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help those who donot and cannot see what they are doing, those who cannot understand.........why etc....! Pls dear merciful God, make it easy for all of us; and expand our consiences so that.......we are better able to sail through life's difficulties.........with a smile instead of a frown...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAI GURUDEV!!!&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/21692724-116961416697918299?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/116961416697918299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=116961416697918299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/116961416697918299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/116961416697918299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-again-to-blogging-world.html' title='BACK AGAIN TO THE BLOGGING WORLD!'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-116956570676571925</id><published>2007-01-23T15:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-29T05:20:24.113Z</updated><title type='text'>TWO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3849/2197/1600/233208/two.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3849/2197/320/851896/two.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Here in the air of X and O,&lt;br /&gt;I pass right through yes and no.&lt;br /&gt;My soul travels alone&lt;br /&gt;on a path into the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;Sing to me a song&lt;br /&gt;of lovers whose destiny is one.&lt;br /&gt;Wanting, waiting lifelong...&lt;br /&gt;My song is over and just begun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692724-116956570676571925?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/116956570676571925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=116956570676571925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/116956570676571925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/116956570676571925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2007/01/two.html' title='TWO...'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-116740943310550510</id><published>2006-12-30T16:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-29T16:44:27.086Z</updated><title type='text'>Desires..........Liberation....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3849/2197/1600/364340/2622377825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3849/2197/400/161517/2622377825.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When the Buddha walked upon this earth, many were the questions that people addressed to him. Sometimes,these queries ranged on the side of the absurd; somewere unanswerable.&lt;br /&gt;Why did God create the world? Were we ever one with Him? If so, how did we get separatedfrom Him? And so they went on.&lt;br /&gt;These were the days of abstract, philosophical speculation. People discussed endlessly, little realizing that they had no bearing on reality. What is more, they brought these futile queries to the Buddha,be seeching him to give them answers to thesequestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Buddha once narrated a story to these abstract thinkers in reply to their queries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a man whose house caught fire in the middle of the night. All the neighbours rushed to his help.“Get out of the house,” they cried to him. “Let usquench the flames.”But the man replied, “I will not leave the house untilI get the answers to a few pressing questions. Whatcaused the fire? What is the intensity of the flames?What are the chemical constituents of the fire? UntilI find answers to all these queries, I will not leavethis house. The Buddha said to his interlocutors, “Your house ison fire, and you want to ask futile questions. What you must do is to quench the flames first?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each one of us is trapped in the flames of endless desires. Instead of seeking abstract solutions, we should seek liberation! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692724-116740943310550510?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/116740943310550510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=116740943310550510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/116740943310550510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/116740943310550510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2006/12/desiresliberation.html' title='Desires..........Liberation....'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692724.post-116734263636755910</id><published>2006-12-28T21:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-29T16:09:17.303Z</updated><title type='text'>My Dream of Dreams!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3849/2197/1600/235771/4244691511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3849/2197/400/91414/4244691511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I want to look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And never look away.&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;And never let go.&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel your sweet kiss&lt;br /&gt;And never stop kissing.&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel your embrace&lt;br /&gt;And never part ways.&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel safe in your arms&lt;br /&gt;And never leave.&lt;br /&gt;I want to walk beside you&lt;br /&gt;And never feel lost.&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;And never stop listening.&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear your laughter&lt;br /&gt;And never stop.&lt;br /&gt;I want to ease your pain&lt;br /&gt;And never have it return.&lt;br /&gt;I want to share your passion&lt;br /&gt;And keep it burning bright.&lt;br /&gt;I want to see your smile&lt;br /&gt;And hope it’s just for me.&lt;br /&gt;I want to give you my heart&lt;br /&gt;And always have yours.&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And know they’re coming true –&lt;br /&gt;With you, my dream of dreams. &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/21692724-116734263636755910?l=bloggerrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/116734263636755910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692724&amp;postID=116734263636755910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/116734263636755910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692724/posts/default/116734263636755910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerrosie.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-dream-of-dreams.html' title='My Dream of Dreams!'/><author><name>Rosie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14725265682600590510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jTPf8_IxXo/SnwB6ylpqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/UNhukGKuyYE/S220/after_my_bath.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
