Love or Arrange?

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">Love it in a way that you get it perfectly arranged!!! Or Arrange it should be an arranged in a manner that the relation gets perfectly loved!!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL_5Hb4A46ri3g_hpqfbaKYqogEDC7OMctnhk8N0vTEIiLhVve-vBBIvdZOcUq9wLpnoHogu8eymvkN65h5e2dkNrrW-YakXXLi1qnoobeSIEn0hgMITfmG1UGAlv4NbGV9uA7gEi6AhVN/s1600/Arranged-Marriage-or-Love-Marriage1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL_5Hb4A46ri3g_hpqfbaKYqogEDC7OMctnhk8N0vTEIiLhVve-vBBIvdZOcUq9wLpnoHogu8eymvkN65h5e2dkNrrW-YakXXLi1qnoobeSIEn0hgMITfmG1UGAlv4NbGV9uA7gEi6AhVN/s320/Arranged-Marriage-or-Love-Marriage1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Whether love or arrange ,the terminal to be reached is to have marriage and not only for the sake of a social custom but must be meant and lived in actual sense then.It is we who define it in different words,color it in different abstracts,portray it in different shapes and carve it in our own ways else it embraces a very sweet meaning i-e happiness.If it is a love marriage than it should not be only a mere premarital infatuation that lasts after a few post marital months:)It should then be loved in a way that the actual depths of the relation are  taken to the levels of eternity and sinctuality with an essence of love and care and fragrance of warmth ,loyalty and affection.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbF6fFFOI1962hjGGzqAcYv5Z_mho_iQGQDQmV7GJ_dRhui0eDd04-Ak4E2NXZXvGNmj454zcT895bbUwWX4qo8IXu_a-qJGrWIdmrZdINvacP_Mzys3DAAjOrO5VQ6WaQdsuLRAxnIbcm/s1600/12572-marriage-1341657411-995-640x480.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbF6fFFOI1962hjGGzqAcYv5Z_mho_iQGQDQmV7GJ_dRhui0eDd04-Ak4E2NXZXvGNmj454zcT895bbUwWX4qo8IXu_a-qJGrWIdmrZdINvacP_Mzys3DAAjOrO5VQ6WaQdsuLRAxnIbcm/s320/12572-marriage-1341657411-995-640x480.jpg" width="320" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The word Marriage itself if peeped into thoroughly reveals a great charisma,affection and care which needs to be practically applied and lived these days.Love !! If this is how you define your marriage than love it to the level where compromisation,understanding,affection must be persistent throughout making it a bond that is divine closure of two souls,minds and hearts that work always in collaboration with each other. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-UfeYj0dbWWRgYRLy1mJQeoJ0wrjHOvcyrOJL1EYavUOPuvUmW3EpW_sW8-LUjXUQ5V-vtE4Qi_Tn6VH4hCLm_4f71TOLoB6A25zX9EhHHR5NV26mL9ZYYpY-IQok-8vTNGmMuH5-Tm1u/s1600/Slide1-782582.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-UfeYj0dbWWRgYRLy1mJQeoJ0wrjHOvcyrOJL1EYavUOPuvUmW3EpW_sW8-LUjXUQ5V-vtE4Qi_Tn6VH4hCLm_4f71TOLoB6A25zX9EhHHR5NV26mL9ZYYpY-IQok-8vTNGmMuH5-Tm1u/s320/Slide1-782582.jpg" width="320" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Arrange!! If this is your type of marriage than arrangement must be to the peaks where the best arrangements of affairs happen persistently among both families without any discriminating factors,without any superiority/inferiority complexes that pose the greatest hurdles between two extremes and there must be no trait and materialistic dominance too.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyBthCkC4ZnkVd0Tov2-pa6VhKF8RLEHPQqnOM9v2XhepZXbvK1NDk5GuKWAAkveGuwMsWGiLfEf1j8Kufg_9W6JlZZDxwEKVrgGvatgv5iZzrTowlhc1wEz91vS7fK23xdaQxDQknC18p/s1600/love-marriage-or-arranged-marriage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyBthCkC4ZnkVd0Tov2-pa6VhKF8RLEHPQqnOM9v2XhepZXbvK1NDk5GuKWAAkveGuwMsWGiLfEf1j8Kufg_9W6JlZZDxwEKVrgGvatgv5iZzrTowlhc1wEz91vS7fK23xdaQxDQknC18p/s1600/love-marriage-or-arranged-marriage.jpg" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It is a beautiful relation that must be resistant to an extent that must be soft between two souls but strong enough that no foreign particles outside elements can penetrate its depths for any damage,no environmental features can affect the longevity or durability of its bondage , no words not even swords could influence it in any negative manner.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So Love or Arrange???</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Still thinking???? :))</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The formula is as follows!!!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">LOVE+ ARRANGE =  LO + VE  + ARRANGE  ( the best possible relation for our selves)</div></div>

Love or Arrange?

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I Miss You :(

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQi2pG08PIJNySMQxZJqcLWgZxNz5otk0bOyTlkyTBkE2CxYGBTGZe7T9NP2lePcDyc9_ed_uQuMInlNy80Pxc_zAiLQIybX5Ug4FdorbNGzpMDeS4XiU42duxCZUZFN4e5NDc2woNPTQ/s1600/I-Miss-You-32.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQi2pG08PIJNySMQxZJqcLWgZxNz5otk0bOyTlkyTBkE2CxYGBTGZe7T9NP2lePcDyc9_ed_uQuMInlNy80Pxc_zAiLQIybX5Ug4FdorbNGzpMDeS4XiU42duxCZUZFN4e5NDc2woNPTQ/s320/I-Miss-You-32.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />I miss you with every sun rise I miss you with every sun set... I miss you at my every step... I miss you with every drive on the road... <span id="fullpost"> </span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzysGtPqdW2Yp8rwB3F-2zDym90z2dEPTS4Y2rVd5l4G66vcMTYDMv6dFJj6Tyc-QQreBRrvsfSAtfDbm44rWVFvF_kSDk1skPhOjVV0CEkGmpgSxyZIN_8zOTSCniHmWFpGPuFBCQHkt1/s1600/4f0236e56dc1e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzysGtPqdW2Yp8rwB3F-2zDym90z2dEPTS4Y2rVd5l4G66vcMTYDMv6dFJj6Tyc-QQreBRrvsfSAtfDbm44rWVFvF_kSDk1skPhOjVV0CEkGmpgSxyZIN_8zOTSCniHmWFpGPuFBCQHkt1/s400/4f0236e56dc1e.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I search you by side with my every hand that moves...  </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSRffCJV2NczBSy_25d6mmvDsATxr5dPKQjCvjq4KRqT4rT2bCbWg1RiQE2nGLBQkWvnDp29A6JYDmOtRJoIslVPJ0wS9nNgxQ77oTPdJjSsZJgRA1R-ZF3TWNmwp3N8H0hbox2v7UQIJP/s1600/I-Miss-you-39.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSRffCJV2NczBSy_25d6mmvDsATxr5dPKQjCvjq4KRqT4rT2bCbWg1RiQE2nGLBQkWvnDp29A6JYDmOtRJoIslVPJ0wS9nNgxQ77oTPdJjSsZJgRA1R-ZF3TWNmwp3N8H0hbox2v7UQIJP/s400/I-Miss-you-39.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I miss you with the gap between fingers and space between my lips… I miss you with my every gulp that I take...  </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkGqaL_HUypW9py0ygh9royNbFHa0dIomGpqakNHdzlm1IlE88MMMur-mnlnkNUnl4kdWfqhhw6NyjeOn_UYsGLZ9IockBw3ei5P_HqMvYW7ovmcgmyuwPKvqySD3bng7W8bzSrBm4mPOh/s1600/I_miss_you__hand__lyrics.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkGqaL_HUypW9py0ygh9royNbFHa0dIomGpqakNHdzlm1IlE88MMMur-mnlnkNUnl4kdWfqhhw6NyjeOn_UYsGLZ9IockBw3ei5P_HqMvYW7ovmcgmyuwPKvqySD3bng7W8bzSrBm4mPOh/s400/I_miss_you__hand__lyrics.jpg" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I miss you with every coffee I make... <span id="fullpost">I miss you with any every food that I take… I miss you with every door that opens… I miss you with my eyes open with... I miss you with even eyes closed tight...  </span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBRFI_AN0yNJxIQVRsl_oTH9YwynKtO60TQUlIasEnT106htK6u85O6eLf-PbkWO_512t5dPQmcNxLyVL10nDQ48Z6ghLtMo4z67lAe8-Baz0i-8jIkGnTF4i_e4YPIDiu9B3hD0bmHHcM/s1600/I_miss_you_by_mr_april.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBRFI_AN0yNJxIQVRsl_oTH9YwynKtO60TQUlIasEnT106htK6u85O6eLf-PbkWO_512t5dPQmcNxLyVL10nDQ48Z6ghLtMo4z67lAe8-Baz0i-8jIkGnTF4i_e4YPIDiu9B3hD0bmHHcM/s400/I_miss_you_by_mr_april.jpg" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span id="fullpost">My eyes remember your smiling face and they don't blink... They miss you so much that I see you in every object around…  </span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh70uiObZz_uKPGyDwhJcwH-GQEjehdQP831eVNGI12JoYclefpHgKY_zvncHPsW8Vzb98ZaFBH-8-rV3zunOu0WpbzVCkSuwHCWEvGihYae5z7LxtuSxwaE07DR1lIpnOUPzMYXFso3qbE/s1600/tumblr_m63me1gm1b1rygd5wo1_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh70uiObZz_uKPGyDwhJcwH-GQEjehdQP831eVNGI12JoYclefpHgKY_zvncHPsW8Vzb98ZaFBH-8-rV3zunOu0WpbzVCkSuwHCWEvGihYae5z7LxtuSxwaE07DR1lIpnOUPzMYXFso3qbE/s400/tumblr_m63me1gm1b1rygd5wo1_1280.jpg" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span id="fullpost">Biggest smile on face as I miss you with every sight of my eyes…Miss you with every thought of my mind…  </span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtBrNXzed4K_2ggCRV6Pzck8i6GyJvhcY4w8RHaSyGUDqsHmMjYpfSnATrJ4p_d5nHD3t1icK4-HO3uU0F8UMpJCMPUtMQ5vNU8e7EtCVxPsR39ZYV3Pdl6xL708FzJ1wKdSG-enMrsxCN/s1600/miss-you-comment-003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtBrNXzed4K_2ggCRV6Pzck8i6GyJvhcY4w8RHaSyGUDqsHmMjYpfSnATrJ4p_d5nHD3t1icK4-HO3uU0F8UMpJCMPUtMQ5vNU8e7EtCVxPsR39ZYV3Pdl6xL708FzJ1wKdSG-enMrsxCN/s400/miss-you-comment-003.jpg" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span id="fullpost">I miss you with my every heart beat... I miss you with every blood that flows...</span> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidFnWeeuihqF5fMn0VAqn-oiGw-fNyDjQ1N7QmuJdobEbdfof9RwHQbTSNAueNrb3A2GrmUu6h0xLZcNQTHQ6b188kHvfU7q6fB5a-aJC1vlH2lBjjPySNOTrVsveFD6chREZpPtLiiaki/s1600/i-miss-you-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidFnWeeuihqF5fMn0VAqn-oiGw-fNyDjQ1N7QmuJdobEbdfof9RwHQbTSNAueNrb3A2GrmUu6h0xLZcNQTHQ6b188kHvfU7q6fB5a-aJC1vlH2lBjjPySNOTrVsveFD6chREZpPtLiiaki/s400/i-miss-you-1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span id="fullpost">I miss you with every second & heart beat of mine... My heart will stop missing you the day it stops beating…</span> </div></div>

I Miss You :(

I miss you with every sun rise I miss you with every sun set... I miss you at my every step... I miss you with every drive on the road...  ...

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Life Goes On

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">It's been a while hasn't it? Since you took a walk to nowhere in the middle of the night? Since you walked out instead of run under the shades when it starts to drizzle? Since you got high on candy and a day of boardgames or cards?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLHoFgrlpbtdVxMLjQNs4JFLwJOL99f-DnoZt80y6TlOtK_XdzuldKMD71D8o-qstcagkpiAF2sqVHaMxONr0n2ua63YirsHcXusWkGwyu5pWVKLZmIMn_o8wrw6a-uMOovuTf1RlmLdER/s1600/life-goes-on.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLHoFgrlpbtdVxMLjQNs4JFLwJOL99f-DnoZt80y6TlOtK_XdzuldKMD71D8o-qstcagkpiAF2sqVHaMxONr0n2ua63YirsHcXusWkGwyu5pWVKLZmIMn_o8wrw6a-uMOovuTf1RlmLdER/s400/life-goes-on.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Yeah it kind of has. It has been long since you read a mail, leave apart a letter, longer still since you bought an original record and even longer since you surprised someone just to see them smile, since you put someone else before yourself. Somewhere between all the forms of communication and making this world a smaller place, we actually made the distance grow more.. We've grown distant.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuX-9fEU1j-r3w525BPtevpXJ0aZhb7qaw3MKNE4ZOQyFHinKTy2eigUHqGkZVlECVgAYz4BpO491y7dVStRljNJn-CyS_UayX5sJdZPLF1B53uYff4k_3GBtk_kAeRz8ZEN_fRZhZB3gm/s1600/move-on.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuX-9fEU1j-r3w525BPtevpXJ0aZhb7qaw3MKNE4ZOQyFHinKTy2eigUHqGkZVlECVgAYz4BpO491y7dVStRljNJn-CyS_UayX5sJdZPLF1B53uYff4k_3GBtk_kAeRz8ZEN_fRZhZB3gm/s400/move-on.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />I look at your facebook profile now to know what you're upto, who you hang with and what is the latest band you listened to. I enlarge your profile picture and stare at it when I need to see your face and try and interpret your status in not one way but a million till I find one that I feel comes closest to my interpretation of you. I write you mails and then save them in my drafts for let's face it, who has the time to read long sappy emails these days, lesser still to reply to them and pathetic as this sounds, I like my mails being replied to.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh97NYbM0D39fAnRIi3AnyYir_SPClACoDXVzB6CAEmnVsjgl5YaWusEa0X5BfX0_Ep6vOSdnAChWkRgnUexef5McocWpyvBPRCh1pKPaHt04IJTezUfiNRYaItzSV4GO1oHYAOACr4x1Eb/s1600/miss-someone.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh97NYbM0D39fAnRIi3AnyYir_SPClACoDXVzB6CAEmnVsjgl5YaWusEa0X5BfX0_Ep6vOSdnAChWkRgnUexef5McocWpyvBPRCh1pKPaHt04IJTezUfiNRYaItzSV4GO1oHYAOACr4x1Eb/s400/miss-someone.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />We've come so far and yet I feel not much has been achieved. There's so much more to be done but there's something that still stops me, holds me back. If moving forward means not needing your people anymore, I disagree. If being strong implies you have to suffocate and drown out what you feel deep down, I beg to differ. <br /><br />Maybe in another lifetime I can be like one of you - a machine - but for this one, I'm only human. Not by default, by choice.</div></div></div></div>

Life Goes On

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What Happen If?

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">What happens when occurrences in your life, one after the other, do nothing but confirm, more and more, that you were, are, and in fact always will be, an outsider. What's worse, is when you find out that you're on this side of the glass window, somehow still intact but probably on the verge of shattering, only because of your naivety and sheer innocence. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU3MPl9vdhWy0DcoCtWPZQ-tqChYxngWVF20itDoqqglZSuQKdldNoaUXM0JemoYdELq1Hx5M8fIg-Fae_TXqt1c2-QMiTWUZMZDHIzcQ7LFeZuZwO_bJc10MM3I5ZuCAP1cFOMz4mltoK/s1600/distorted+by+shes_jack.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU3MPl9vdhWy0DcoCtWPZQ-tqChYxngWVF20itDoqqglZSuQKdldNoaUXM0JemoYdELq1Hx5M8fIg-Fae_TXqt1c2-QMiTWUZMZDHIzcQ7LFeZuZwO_bJc10MM3I5ZuCAP1cFOMz4mltoK/s400/distorted+by+shes_jack.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Or maybe it's just a skill you acquired somewhere along the way, of blindfolding yourself with an invisible emotion every time you thought something was coming at you, that didn't quite fit, or the time for which wasn't quite right, or it wasn't quite as bearable as it should have been. Quite. Quite foolish you'd have to be. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT65l66FODPlDH3alGPAKb_4UBZ_x8bMERo300eSCihuDyi2pop4QET84sBV_Bm2-MqPtoxP-2SA-qBleJ3Aads3l9EvYJfgXUAlrRtHNDfEUNt1q39EzEloDyFtKdLwAx90AdJL90JRoo/s1600/silence1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT65l66FODPlDH3alGPAKb_4UBZ_x8bMERo300eSCihuDyi2pop4QET84sBV_Bm2-MqPtoxP-2SA-qBleJ3Aads3l9EvYJfgXUAlrRtHNDfEUNt1q39EzEloDyFtKdLwAx90AdJL90JRoo/s320/silence1.jpg" width="248" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">When you're in love, you're supposed to be a fool. Why? Because it isn't reality. It's a fantasy. One that was created as per your own convenience, and composed of your little, fragmented obsessions at the time. But nobody ever talks about how foolish, and vile life itself can be. How foolish you could be while undergoing the process of 'growing up.' But sometimes the process stagnates. And you feel like you'll never learn. Like how many times could you possibly suffer, until the suffering teaches you a lesson. Like how much could you possibly endure, until the last vein connecting your heart to your brain is yanked out. Limitless.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtGnrHKmKxMAmFK3CQkLTV6-lN-_7OHwfxiLvUmnUa3iLeclvZRhHO7yRfwTZ8u1dbbI56D_39SkLeeM2cePTKQdn9dUhiONeGiPvdQeCtLdQ18vYBErCxoTTDJsOnrHcR9rjCXgQhFlQO/s1600/limitlessSLIDESHARE.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="261" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtGnrHKmKxMAmFK3CQkLTV6-lN-_7OHwfxiLvUmnUa3iLeclvZRhHO7yRfwTZ8u1dbbI56D_39SkLeeM2cePTKQdn9dUhiONeGiPvdQeCtLdQ18vYBErCxoTTDJsOnrHcR9rjCXgQhFlQO/s400/limitlessSLIDESHARE.JPG" width="400" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'd stay a little while longer, if only I could be assured that this time, or the next time, or the one after that, will not end in tears and severe reconciliation of not just the surface skimming factors, but of the soul. I'd stay a little while longer, if only the truth was told to my face, and with a trust I couldn't look away from. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfcf03X6RT1p2BL_-1BTBd7QWC5gpHvGa69dHePoZUgR73BsPTkHKkFvcBdkygYvIm1ZpXbedw7ooozZjx1Lt2cMtcyKRrg_I3QxLubISV-ozFh0NRDnN3hrj4cqqhAgt2iqPgioB8lDsU/s1600/Website-Trust.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfcf03X6RT1p2BL_-1BTBd7QWC5gpHvGa69dHePoZUgR73BsPTkHKkFvcBdkygYvIm1ZpXbedw7ooozZjx1Lt2cMtcyKRrg_I3QxLubISV-ozFh0NRDnN3hrj4cqqhAgt2iqPgioB8lDsU/s400/Website-Trust.jpg" width="400" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It's like it was said in one of my most favorite movies, of all time. Every time we look back at something we're having a hard time recuperating from, we're probably only looking at the good stuff. The next time you look, look a bit more carefully. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZwAGpP5g09tBc3vd1vL7uxMT-aFejNktpsJl2MKl5kle7Pem0P7CxM1ty35he4Uk3MuszjOoRRPNEAhGoKntCSNLflkB4HMundT7XP82ANgoJsJrHvNgiSVRs5HJAiR5OrYnqQUyKWqob/s1600/next.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZwAGpP5g09tBc3vd1vL7uxMT-aFejNktpsJl2MKl5kle7Pem0P7CxM1ty35he4Uk3MuszjOoRRPNEAhGoKntCSNLflkB4HMundT7XP82ANgoJsJrHvNgiSVRs5HJAiR5OrYnqQUyKWqob/s400/next.jpg" width="400" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As I said, I'd stay a little while longer. But that's only if I thought there was something more this place had to offer me. If only it hadn't taken and given to me everything that could have possibly been taken or given. If only my life could turn out the way it had to in the duration of my favorite movie, not necessarily with the same script. If only I could sit here all day, not bother about frivolities that take up my vision, touch and taste, and watch this movie, some brain waves intact. Some nourishment intact. And then... Summer. And soon. Autumn. Throw in a certain Monsoon will you. </div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcp1Em-iyqJg1NTm8iC611AVNHryscOMP8Eu0JeH5sPxVLiYbe4GVq2ALLbRjIhtEJBcr1jX-CnnGHTScmu07mXvJv5eufzeElxsv57ZkdvMir4RF0-NIe0X95pJkyPXlr5Tg4C6KFuy5k/s1600/Monsoon_Clouds_6260.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcp1Em-iyqJg1NTm8iC611AVNHryscOMP8Eu0JeH5sPxVLiYbe4GVq2ALLbRjIhtEJBcr1jX-CnnGHTScmu07mXvJv5eufzeElxsv57ZkdvMir4RF0-NIe0X95pJkyPXlr5Tg4C6KFuy5k/s400/Monsoon_Clouds_6260.JPG" width="400" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>"The scars of your love remind me of us </b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>They keep me thinking that we almost had it all </b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>The scars of your love they leave me breathless </b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>I can’t help feeling..."- Adele </b></i></div></div>

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What happens when occurrences in your life, one after the other, do nothing but confirm, more and more, that you were, are, and in fact alwa...

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Across The Universe

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN3p5RJxUiBnI7QuhHp7DovVM9WpezequICrEUEEFYhJCLtXpkezWHYTalkIbWSl3BVtA4eJRD6V-pRFe7O6hCOy4NGgguofaRfDcSuAo__3YhCDFlLuAchkBT_utWPCxsOY-bNZNK3r5P/s1600/asteroid.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN3p5RJxUiBnI7QuhHp7DovVM9WpezequICrEUEEFYhJCLtXpkezWHYTalkIbWSl3BVtA4eJRD6V-pRFe7O6hCOy4NGgguofaRfDcSuAo__3YhCDFlLuAchkBT_utWPCxsOY-bNZNK3r5P/s400/asteroid.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />What if the world really were to collapse this year? All our lives, simultaneously, cease to exist? Our death anniversaries, coincide? Would you be satisfied with what you've woven into the world thus far? Of course, to achieve that would be ideal and therefore, utterly impossible, but do you think you could leave things as they are? Or shift your gear to number five and finish all that you think you were meant to do? My questions are a way of delaying the answers I don't have. Whether or not this debate of 2012 being the year of our doom gets resolved (I have a feeling we will be in 2013 by the time it does), aren't we always advised to live each day as if it were our last? Realistically, keeping a provision for contingencies such as bad hair days, mood swings and PMS, why don't we instead try living this year as if it were our last?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB0d8MnVNXQtTHhursSvf8vgjtMj9tG2DAXZOooVNPIBHPAYGoiEDy1W-UfOT_wT934LnbBH1UInDUntPeM-qRWDvc9FuY6UOy57p7jED-v1nN0RcBCBzO2yOPOrCQtbxuQp0MDj92gb_E/s1600/a155_fujiq.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB0d8MnVNXQtTHhursSvf8vgjtMj9tG2DAXZOooVNPIBHPAYGoiEDy1W-UfOT_wT934LnbBH1UInDUntPeM-qRWDvc9FuY6UOy57p7jED-v1nN0RcBCBzO2yOPOrCQtbxuQp0MDj92gb_E/s400/a155_fujiq.jpg" width="400" /> </a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Through a roller-coaster-cum-maze my life has been in just (wait for it) two decades of its completion, I think I'd like to pick my last year as one that (I know you're expecting peaceful and saint-like) is the scariest and most unexpected ride of my life! Because what fun would it be otherwise? I've spent afternoons in dingy, musk-smelling bars with anticipation of where the evening will take us. In alleys trying to distinguish our breath from the smoke. In comfortable hand-me-downs, with an excuse of a winter, relishing warm tastes. In yellow-blacks, entangled beyond comprehension. In the lives and minds of others because nobody has left anyone a choice anymore. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVtcSirPZAsGizljEJKkPTsRDY-hSIr2hF8yTdDfaDPrPNzeDV367aRZ_Pefu-QQ8XMIc_ONusEgkva-oIy31SeGXrR4wqKwri_Jb5baebvfN9oI8Bf-hzxtZ8AHAh9TN5C7uR_IB4bkqi/s1600/20100408190521.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVtcSirPZAsGizljEJKkPTsRDY-hSIr2hF8yTdDfaDPrPNzeDV367aRZ_Pefu-QQ8XMIc_ONusEgkva-oIy31SeGXrR4wqKwri_Jb5baebvfN9oI8Bf-hzxtZ8AHAh9TN5C7uR_IB4bkqi/s400/20100408190521.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In Ford Fiestas. In a place that tries excusing itself by adopting a happy name but that doesn't rule out the memories it gave me that make me cringe, even today. Taking a full year break and then coming back to a life I always used to know. To people I love (even though some of them I don't like very much, but I still love). To the horrible, horrible, horrible inevitability of growing-up. To prospects of magnanimous success or stupendous failure, both equally exciting and fear invoking. To finding love, losing love, and then not knowing what love really is.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY4pNnhbNN9utYXL7byJ0lTEqJ2ISt_vfSxqFgX1GjdetKc0gynXXsvcd0McmKo79epa_9IdKOFSBP4gI3QovskaoOWmmQ1eSdii1PP3ZquGHngYM0-CPfp5RH87kK3tQBFj2KMc7Cxsh-/s1600/selfless-selfishPicture_65.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="193" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY4pNnhbNN9utYXL7byJ0lTEqJ2ISt_vfSxqFgX1GjdetKc0gynXXsvcd0McmKo79epa_9IdKOFSBP4gI3QovskaoOWmmQ1eSdii1PP3ZquGHngYM0-CPfp5RH87kK3tQBFj2KMc7Cxsh-/s400/selfless-selfishPicture_65.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But I do. You have to be selfish even when it comes to one of the most selfless concepts in the world. It can be love if it's one-sided, but it cannot be ego. It can be love if the balance is tipped to a 70:30, but it cannot be self-esteem. It can be love if you give all he asks for and never the other way around, but it cannot be healthy. It can be love if you've roughed all his troughs but never been the one he looked for during the crests, but it cannot be friendship. When you realize what you're worth is really a lot more than that, and when the realization hits you if there's even ONE person by your side to tell you that you're doing the right thing and that you're going to make it, you're going to make it. And here I am.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivynxRmfdsIJ-lvdhwiv6VQE2cgIvVtrO1juhfC7Ba-D4lxN642WZYLgpchYMEE8ySy-VUjZhK8hqZxS8kgp28gQOOihmcYMmAvgI2vDjXRlZiBKQIANy9xHBH4Kfc38Oqoym_NsHRvsfb/s1600/new-york-night-lights-aerial-picture_9739.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivynxRmfdsIJ-lvdhwiv6VQE2cgIvVtrO1juhfC7Ba-D4lxN642WZYLgpchYMEE8ySy-VUjZhK8hqZxS8kgp28gQOOihmcYMmAvgI2vDjXRlZiBKQIANy9xHBH4Kfc38Oqoym_NsHRvsfb/s400/new-york-night-lights-aerial-picture_9739.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Something changed in me the night of the beautiful lights, an open sky, the grains of sand that I could feel, each and every one of them as distinct as if they were many times their real size, and the unconditional love that was coming to me from all directions and the love that was emanating from me. The night we welcomed the new year in Paradise. All this while we'd been labeling the feeling as ecstasy, when what it really was, was not a feeling, it was a state. A state of contentment. And of security. I had my backbone that night, and my eyes. But when I thought about it a little more, a few kilometers away, I just as well had my mind, left-hand, right hand, my two feet and heart, safe and sound. And I wasn't apologetic about any of them.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5O2FaH5G_9ng_ix8VOre5BEy0H0NTlh5VKqBM0cNg3sXv0hanqKWuEbjkmgnRgxWpvPNVb2FXoSzRftrfWiJmJF8eDMmZ5TW6Vf2s0HmMNmoRCeYrJ3Vr065wt01tGnPsuOL7WgXL4qet/s1600/image-unique.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="247" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5O2FaH5G_9ng_ix8VOre5BEy0H0NTlh5VKqBM0cNg3sXv0hanqKWuEbjkmgnRgxWpvPNVb2FXoSzRftrfWiJmJF8eDMmZ5TW6Vf2s0HmMNmoRCeYrJ3Vr065wt01tGnPsuOL7WgXL4qet/s400/image-unique.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Take these away and you'd think I'd be rendered inconsequential. But my soul is unique, and mine alone, and when the world (or the world as I know it) ends, it will know what to do, it will know who to tell, it will know what to tell, somehow it'll know. So I have a picture in my head where boy meets girl, boy kisses girl, and the world could happily end at that very moment, because it's the simplest and sweetest kiss in the world... And sometimes that's all you need.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4IjEgTRoS-Y_X7AXM7eB8Q32_CkIaE2cWhaapqxII74d7pX0owmAcJWGI2SqwZoORFpL5KcF1puH9qxI34Ps8RKhsftcSS9v4J0_eGiGMqjq8NYXSZoRCC0F9rPNlvZYsr6s1OfxR7rSJ/s1600/hope-lose-love-never-Favim.com-182099.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4IjEgTRoS-Y_X7AXM7eB8Q32_CkIaE2cWhaapqxII74d7pX0owmAcJWGI2SqwZoORFpL5KcF1puH9qxI34Ps8RKhsftcSS9v4J0_eGiGMqjq8NYXSZoRCC0F9rPNlvZYsr6s1OfxR7rSJ/s320/hope-lose-love-never-Favim.com-182099.jpg" width="320" /></a> </div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This is late, but do have the happiest new year. :)</div></div>

Across The Universe

  What if the world really were to collapse this year? All our lives, simultaneously, cease to exist? Our death anniversaries, coincide? Wou...

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Cyber Relationship

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">Almost all the people think that the internet relationship is unrealistic. They think that it’s impossible for them to have feeling for each other since they haven’t met each other or got together with each other. However, when the other day I discussed this topic with my friend, we both think that the internet relationship can be real, sincere and forever. It has nothing different from other relationships in the reality. Of course, the basic of this relationship is that we don’t have any evil purpose to each other or anything deceive.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDXQN7cMVuZKYLQwDfyUxAD6Ct8r6XmpjZIaV3qyr7A4hL9BUG18QvsgM3vtay8TTN7HzpZfz_0Iw7LzzxMfiCP9esNT7oTrEbjNRhR3ZQnd949q6DB59cKBwNyVV4S1MT-bYJdxfkl6lx/s1600/atpcsblowingkisses_1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDXQN7cMVuZKYLQwDfyUxAD6Ct8r6XmpjZIaV3qyr7A4hL9BUG18QvsgM3vtay8TTN7HzpZfz_0Iw7LzzxMfiCP9esNT7oTrEbjNRhR3ZQnd949q6DB59cKBwNyVV4S1MT-bYJdxfkl6lx/s1600/atpcsblowingkisses_1.jpg" /></a> </div><br />Because of the dream of being postgraduate, I met some friends online. For the same dream, we chatted happily. In my opinion, they have nothing different from other friends I meet in reality. I treat them good, sincere and real. I never enclose any information about me. I show a real myself before them, even more real in the reality. Because of the distance, you often can discuss the topic which can touch your heart. Moreover, there is always something same deep in our heart or in the pursuit of soul. Therefore, it’s easy for us to get along with each other well. In my experience, nobody deceive me on purpose.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipzQtTpT2NYOGACDJ3SN4jJSTZC5oEFp0uFVFqzhoU1mJjGgbBXOHQKJoNG0W2XkWnZWizwzcEqqjIQoZsSiIOzSj2K7T1w_DCZrVp6i2DxG10iStIRHbAKDdym6xMTWzFUcUQYt39QJx3/s1600/cyber_love_article.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipzQtTpT2NYOGACDJ3SN4jJSTZC5oEFp0uFVFqzhoU1mJjGgbBXOHQKJoNG0W2XkWnZWizwzcEqqjIQoZsSiIOzSj2K7T1w_DCZrVp6i2DxG10iStIRHbAKDdym6xMTWzFUcUQYt39QJx3/s1600/cyber_love_article.jpg" /></a></div>We have feeling for each other because we know each other. We know each other because we communicate. Chatting on Facebook or chatting by messages or chatting on phone is only a kind of the way of communication in this modern society. In reality, we often fall in love with someone at the sight we see her, especially in the adolescence period. At that time, it’s common that we fall in love with some boy or girl deep <span id="goog_813669723"></span><span id="goog_813669724"></span>in heart even though we never talk to each other. Comparing these two kinds of emotion, I think the cyber love is more reliant and more real. In the latter one, we love just because of his appearance or a kind of imagination inner your heart. You know nothing about him or her. It’s often said that if you have chance to talk with her or get together with her, you will feel disappointing and then you will lose those ever feeling. In contrast, you fall in cyber love because you know something deep in her character, and you are crush to this kind of character.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYPhEW7uD_5tk-jKdL5qPOTmwk0qQxK6Bh0wO2qXS_xeMbfoon2Yax1LKQVJSsuiw0SkmgZoA4HgGEQV9ZLkhNsjySssfzeXClD73yp0dbtECq1OCOPYJZHp31KiFiVKJnuJqHGsJeeYq2/s1600/cyber-seduction.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYPhEW7uD_5tk-jKdL5qPOTmwk0qQxK6Bh0wO2qXS_xeMbfoon2Yax1LKQVJSsuiw0SkmgZoA4HgGEQV9ZLkhNsjySssfzeXClD73yp0dbtECq1OCOPYJZHp31KiFiVKJnuJqHGsJeeYq2/s1600/cyber-seduction.jpg" /></a></div>Because of the aim of post graduation exam, I met her online. We ever chatted a lot. I always have a good feeling for her. And gradually we became a lover. If considering it as a true love, this is my first love, my first love happening between two persons. However, when meet each other face to face, we must end our relationship. But I never think the failure of our relationship is because it’s a cyber love. In fact, it has nothing to do with its kind. If we are a lover met in reality, we also have to end our relationship, because he offends the authentic essence of the love royalty and sincerity.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDXIMLJyP3P8DrsqVgTx28VJoQiifQv3ekQkYla4pzCAyXw6ziIREZrbHtqei68zImLRlCSVMrlxIj7IWBYJXNdjai6Q98PcDVeKxKQxZT6833gsCEg_UHaWbMSj5zkvMCoJtx7ILriacO/s1600/Cyber-relationships-ruin--031009+%25281%2529.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDXIMLJyP3P8DrsqVgTx28VJoQiifQv3ekQkYla4pzCAyXw6ziIREZrbHtqei68zImLRlCSVMrlxIj7IWBYJXNdjai6Q98PcDVeKxKQxZT6833gsCEg_UHaWbMSj5zkvMCoJtx7ILriacO/s320/Cyber-relationships-ruin--031009+%25281%2529.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div>The society is filled up with rushing persons and rushing materials. You can know someone only by a click of the key, and it’s probable that he or she disappears one second later. Even in our daily reality life, It’s common that people run to a city to another. It’s difficult for us to get together with each other for a long time and know each other deeply. Chatting online or by phone are our important tool of communication. Therefore, just take cyber relationship ease.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAP6BfqitgA_RlpqzlYMvtrBPcHUT-XRKdYajLOqWRhSVw8QjFX3q8aXFR_uAOYZWtlWF874X3RZQezd5iFQP_LYmn619XaPpDuhJDPjNeSh2OJCJpX6Qjx-bMDYrPA1qqb2BvObuivhZM/s1600/find-love-online-dating-sites.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAP6BfqitgA_RlpqzlYMvtrBPcHUT-XRKdYajLOqWRhSVw8QjFX3q8aXFR_uAOYZWtlWF874X3RZQezd5iFQP_LYmn619XaPpDuhJDPjNeSh2OJCJpX6Qjx-bMDYrPA1qqb2BvObuivhZM/s320/find-love-online-dating-sites.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>The essence of a authentic friendship or love is sincerity, commonness, and respect. Keep this belief in out mind, we will get authentic eternal valuable friendship and love, no matter when, where, how we meet and know each other.</div></div>

Cyber Relationship

Almost all the people think that the internet relationship is unrealistic. They think that it’s impossible for them to have feeling for each...

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Still Miss You

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfCiPabOz7FmDowy9nUD46-wMPkSGZxoY0qFbQOPyypuWh9_dkaIZCSqaYnQF2rSPhxuVNlInZC8CPEJ1jx7zQ7snsVSGBB3MLWp9stDmiH1nPeq5pFJEeghtLLjldH9mZASJcyysgDyQB/s1600/Chance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfCiPabOz7FmDowy9nUD46-wMPkSGZxoY0qFbQOPyypuWh9_dkaIZCSqaYnQF2rSPhxuVNlInZC8CPEJ1jx7zQ7snsVSGBB3MLWp9stDmiH1nPeq5pFJEeghtLLjldH9mZASJcyysgDyQB/s320/Chance.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">For a long time I seldom get together with her. At first I felt very uneasy. Then I felt that I used to it.  I seem to forget her gradually. At least, I seldom feel the worry and care for her. I don’t know whether this choice is reasonable or unwise.Sometimes I will think about her, and the enjoyment and happiness when we get together.It’s a pity that I lose her forever.  <br /><br />I don't know whether she notices or cares about it. Maybe I am just one of her good friends. The other day Melody said to me that no woman will treat you good without purpose.  So, does she treat me more special than other boys? I am not sure.  </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5o8hRdIl6ax1GHa742VM0stnzaDPsduPbSQFFFeGXW86-L-dwAYmtrhdlxH6YWWXhGSalQllEi0E-Q-bNLe1eg8K7k4eRTuRUjipYLRgoknbkTEX_HBuMfcc4ljAQEelpy4W7mFUsUYYd/s1600/Splitting.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5o8hRdIl6ax1GHa742VM0stnzaDPsduPbSQFFFeGXW86-L-dwAYmtrhdlxH6YWWXhGSalQllEi0E-Q-bNLe1eg8K7k4eRTuRUjipYLRgoknbkTEX_HBuMfcc4ljAQEelpy4W7mFUsUYYd/s1600/Splitting.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I seem to be not a sensitive guy who notices others’ attitude to me.  I just know clearly that when I am with her my heart is full of joy and happiness. No matter what is the real matter, it’s clear that we are far from each other. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">It’s said that persons are like hedgehogs in need of warmness. If we are too far away, we can’t get warmness from each other. If we are too close, the thorns over our body will hurt each other. Therefore, the perfect distance between persons is neither too far way nor too close. We should care for, believe and contain each other, and above all, we should leave each other a personal time and space.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqG8Tzmt-wyr97pRTnOoKxE1q7V9wyn83IueS3bUxNbR6SNJQM43B7OEP_w0jnLyCF8LfaUusfnT4LloO-Qvj1hAym38iYVKE1eeiQw3pqhj7gmLow9sEjI1D3Xp6Zj7RBwjB10yCntqBK/s1600/lose.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqG8Tzmt-wyr97pRTnOoKxE1q7V9wyn83IueS3bUxNbR6SNJQM43B7OEP_w0jnLyCF8LfaUusfnT4LloO-Qvj1hAym38iYVKE1eeiQw3pqhj7gmLow9sEjI1D3Xp6Zj7RBwjB10yCntqBK/s1600/lose.jpeg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It’s strange how a somewhat amazing day (filled with talks, rumbles, jokes and laughter with her) could end so disappointingly. but right now, it feels somewhat better, for which i’m glad thought about this speedy friendship, about how it had progressed ever since day 1, when i first sat beside her in the library all I know is, our barely two-months neutral friendship can never compete with a 3 years long relationship.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyvbWSKl5eWCgSM6b4e7IzILmTVNuH5BoW0xyU8-z95WwVJBd3AOkQBDeCp6cxKIXV6lxJ19Mehr2Sr3OVhN6XEMclFY8do1-pnOnxC_lhOXRL2tHFQ44EJwpB1xT2uNZiRhzneivodp4R/s1600/Running.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyvbWSKl5eWCgSM6b4e7IzILmTVNuH5BoW0xyU8-z95WwVJBd3AOkQBDeCp6cxKIXV6lxJ19Mehr2Sr3OVhN6XEMclFY8do1-pnOnxC_lhOXRL2tHFQ44EJwpB1xT2uNZiRhzneivodp4R/s320/Running.jpg" width="208" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxXW9gYAJjJUNwksac9tio0kI9uG5M8Dkcs8hmrnNNaW3fgX1v_hg9VG2yWLazP6LvyGwESgSTu3wDW6clN0m6hViJlvQHd_Bx_aoMyvFWs_M_-zJQaxQiE5E5jswkt1Q9TTJZ6fmkENPW/s1600/miss-you.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />I will take this friendship lightly, I will just enjoy the company, the advices,   the jokes easily. just enjoy and be neutral.  I am a bright guy who knows clearly about my advantages and weakness. But it’s difficult for me to conquer my weakness. Who can help me and who can tell me what I can do? just walk away</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxXW9gYAJjJUNwksac9tio0kI9uG5M8Dkcs8hmrnNNaW3fgX1v_hg9VG2yWLazP6LvyGwESgSTu3wDW6clN0m6hViJlvQHd_Bx_aoMyvFWs_M_-zJQaxQiE5E5jswkt1Q9TTJZ6fmkENPW/s1600/miss-you.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxXW9gYAJjJUNwksac9tio0kI9uG5M8Dkcs8hmrnNNaW3fgX1v_hg9VG2yWLazP6LvyGwESgSTu3wDW6clN0m6hViJlvQHd_Bx_aoMyvFWs_M_-zJQaxQiE5E5jswkt1Q9TTJZ6fmkENPW/s320/miss-you.jpg" width="297" /></a></div></div>

Still Miss You

For a long time I seldom get together with her. At first I felt very uneasy. Then I felt that I used to it.  I seem to forget her gradually....

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A Walk to Remember

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg4n0vTRVgV-aTo3q1-lWsdr8tRRBQBDzRxVlLV6MlXevp7I4Q1B-CCWiJoRO3zhtxt2oZHpQP6EiXn0rdzRN1RgeSRQvBuFBbArsioO41OsENW9P7oj29nnmqoKNjj0Wf6OMN9NcOWWhd/s1600/soundtrack-dlouha-cesta-a-walk-to-remember-212577.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg4n0vTRVgV-aTo3q1-lWsdr8tRRBQBDzRxVlLV6MlXevp7I4Q1B-CCWiJoRO3zhtxt2oZHpQP6EiXn0rdzRN1RgeSRQvBuFBbArsioO41OsENW9P7oj29nnmqoKNjj0Wf6OMN9NcOWWhd/s320/soundtrack-dlouha-cesta-a-walk-to-remember-212577.jpg" width="253" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">While I was browsing our DVD collection last night, I found this very lovely movie of all time. I think that this is one of the best movies for me. Watching it for 4 times, it clearly had an impact in my heart. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-XLFSaWV7QIFwNkVTLIrfohZl0intEW46PEBUR6LJzjPoF88UhOgASPNOKs1nRWjyAngUF5N4W82FZd1bNX6DWgzbfNnWvyoDpZkoC9mR7L0NSnQQFGIpYoU_QCY8SY00_yFmw4Di-HCM/s1600/walktoremember.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-XLFSaWV7QIFwNkVTLIrfohZl0intEW46PEBUR6LJzjPoF88UhOgASPNOKs1nRWjyAngUF5N4W82FZd1bNX6DWgzbfNnWvyoDpZkoC9mR7L0NSnQQFGIpYoU_QCY8SY00_yFmw4Di-HCM/s1600/walktoremember.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A Walk To Remember movie is really something to remember. I like how it was made and the scenes deeply touched me. It gave an inspiring and hopeful feelings to its viewers. The perfect direction and production together with the chosen casts to star in this movie is something to recognize. I remember when I first watched this movie, I can't help but reminisce all the scenes in my mind. I was pre-occupied with the scenes that deeply touched me. I thought that I was alone, but my friends were looking so touched as well.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUd-JRpnB0-mnNGHHC8p4FL0J9hYQR2uKuVAaCYXleoYVPZcdrvR1ffwxVrqiW2moacI3g-474ugwy-f_vysUsYtHo6ydGG-Rs9yN-eEaL0OISOO3bIRc_-qR6q5BW7he7I1_fJgGFULCf/s1600/a+walk+to+remember.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUd-JRpnB0-mnNGHHC8p4FL0J9hYQR2uKuVAaCYXleoYVPZcdrvR1ffwxVrqiW2moacI3g-474ugwy-f_vysUsYtHo6ydGG-Rs9yN-eEaL0OISOO3bIRc_-qR6q5BW7he7I1_fJgGFULCf/s320/a+walk+to+remember.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This dramatic love story is excellent, all because of its lessons. I love how the writers and producers thought of integrating Bible lessons in it. Because, I believe, that this served as a reminder for young couples to put Christ in the middle of the relationship and through that, miracles really do happen. </div></div>

A Walk to Remember

While I was browsing our DVD collection last night, I found this very lovely movie of all time. I think that this is one of the best movies ...

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Love And Cooking

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">Other men live to eat, while I eat to live, said Socrates the sage. This utterance may have offended many people as he pointed out part of the truth of their life. Nevertheless, nobody will deny the importance of eating, for the sake of “living” at least. Hence, cooking becomes an essential part of life.LOVE Cooking involves a series of complicated procedures, challenging both hand and head. I don’t see cooking as a bad job. Cooking, for the preliminary purpose, is to feed empty stomach's, and for a higher grade, enjoyment.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx2wIleQ0_IkwclfxEto3qzRsgpTNsVxawZbgyNW-axDePsiDFZ901CYF6f7WzPpZM6G1vowCg1FgtZSiE1zAdoKAhd85v5zqrNAx6ZlVbe_4iwZlxw950wsRZoyYvE9DjKii3_rJDyc4S/s1600/stk310126rkn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx2wIleQ0_IkwclfxEto3qzRsgpTNsVxawZbgyNW-axDePsiDFZ901CYF6f7WzPpZM6G1vowCg1FgtZSiE1zAdoKAhd85v5zqrNAx6ZlVbe_4iwZlxw950wsRZoyYvE9DjKii3_rJDyc4S/s1600/stk310126rkn.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Cooking itself is enjoyment too. Take me for example. I find a lot of pleasure in the preparatory process of cooking. Slice a potato, knife up and down quickly, producing a rhythmic piece of music, if not melodious. This done, I would jokingly apologize to my sister, “sorry honey. I sliced them too thin again.” And then, we’ll laugh heartedly.<br /><br />Some people believe that cooking, traditionally taken by women, is nowadays undertaken by men. That’s true. In many families, it is the husband that cooks, and he does wonderful cooking too. Some women, a lot actually, pampered from childhood, know little about housework, never touch cooking, or step into the kitchen.  </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkogE-XVb6QAG9DwhyphenhyphenYrCujEk4wMVoeN7N9GGTshviZrgztxA-6iuTxTRb_PUUWC9598kSR7mII_phbH9wlKE-1e-E8D073GrFfjK6UNGgxJ6bNwv7PX-MxrsCg6Ui8QfV-lCqF9i-i0vg/s1600/husband-wife-grilling.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkogE-XVb6QAG9DwhyphenhyphenYrCujEk4wMVoeN7N9GGTshviZrgztxA-6iuTxTRb_PUUWC9598kSR7mII_phbH9wlKE-1e-E8D073GrFfjK6UNGgxJ6bNwv7PX-MxrsCg6Ui8QfV-lCqF9i-i0vg/s1600/husband-wife-grilling.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Cooking, same with other human activities, can be interesting at the first try, but boring repeated day in and day out. It would be ideal when a couple cook together. When  they are at home,  they would cook together. Usually, wife prepare for cooking, cutting, skinning, slicing, etc, which he is not good at. And then, he takes real cooking, fume and strong smell of which she dislike. Afterwards, she wash dishes, and he, waiting till I have wiped all clean and dry, puts them one by one back into the cupboard. Work seems boring but connecting, the joy of which only those involved in know. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0K3TlWSAqLcSZ4uXsENQs_YzEqTSW1WdA0CeeA8bZrQcRmAO4hHUTAEei6Cqyd0bF9aPkLMh6lTJjYEv5peCTIcWrVmBl4fVWbc66DM-R9kwJ9C1T3Um2PyyR1pTHU0E7j3J0mwbF5Zh3/s1600/ring.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0K3TlWSAqLcSZ4uXsENQs_YzEqTSW1WdA0CeeA8bZrQcRmAO4hHUTAEei6Cqyd0bF9aPkLMh6lTJjYEv5peCTIcWrVmBl4fVWbc66DM-R9kwJ9C1T3Um2PyyR1pTHU0E7j3J0mwbF5Zh3/s1600/ring.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“Love is unconditional and unselfish”. If you do love a girl you’ll not hesitate to cook for her. You’ll be willing to do something even boring like cooking for your beloved. </div></div>

Love And Cooking

Other men live to eat, while I eat to live, said Socrates the sage. This utterance may have offended many people as he pointed out part of t...

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HOPE

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPdef6PblnoM99LWO153hhN4VWR7t-1k-mrBhdrfw14MkTCTIGAF4isiV9RFw41_V6mFQ6P1mgtdlWGvym4i5Mk1iVppvCUnTmva8WKXgdQvnvU6Lh8clgUm1_NUig_M_B1yEwfwp6lpAz/s1600/121bmu0.jpg" /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">What  love is? I wondered.Love is a forever theme in literary world.It seemed that their love stories were  heartrending but beautiful.Can that be true in real life? But I heard so many men betrayed their families.So did my friends.In my opinion,man is a symbol of uncertainty and isn’t worth being trust.I don’t believe in love,even though I haven’t experienced it yet.Who can tell me what love is?Can love be eternal?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">   </div><div style="text-align: justify;">If you are in bad mood,and have the grey feelings,what will you do?how can you get rid of it? today,one of my best friends sent a message to me ,said: hei,i am sad now.i asked,why?what happened? she could not tell anything at first and then told me about her BF.and unfortunately,i was unhappy either at that time,I did not know what should i do,but i had to comfort her.. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sometimes,it is very hard to make a decision,but we have to be up against it ,for me,It is not worthy to be upset for the one who is not worth for my love yes hope is everywhere. If you just lost it, find it somewhere else. There will be a day in the future that you find yourself reaching the line as well as others.It doesn't have to be based on how well your previous job is done but just a belief, a firm belief that you will make it.Even thought it’s a belief, it works out well.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I trusted myself and every trouble disappeared. So everyone, trust yourself.Tell yourelf that Everything is going to be fine I am here once again, leaving this note to everyone, only to tell people including me that try to image hope as a star. When you someday can’t see it up in the sky at night, try another night.There will always be one time when you find it and get it.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfdvlaxhH1X5I0aFxIx2BK0-bCsidAa2PYcrhcKL4TV_X5wiN7IsewOemBK0p-TUPycRiwWU5DVymf0ZKV98pGukxVfJu-tOMupX6gCOP4FHPt3yO_GKTyUvR3N28c2TyLqSBvkE6R8a3T/s1600/hope.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfdvlaxhH1X5I0aFxIx2BK0-bCsidAa2PYcrhcKL4TV_X5wiN7IsewOemBK0p-TUPycRiwWU5DVymf0ZKV98pGukxVfJu-tOMupX6gCOP4FHPt3yO_GKTyUvR3N28c2TyLqSBvkE6R8a3T/s1600/hope.jpg" /></a></div><br /></div>

HOPE

What  love is? I wondered.Love is a forever theme in literary world.It seemed that their love stories were  heartrending but beautiful.Can t...

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All Things Happy

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">It doesn’t always have to big things like expensive watches & dresses (I so want one right now) to make us happy. Many times, its small things that put a smile on our faces. And this is my list of those things.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-346" height="333" src="http://harini.me/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/Happy-List.jpg" title="Happy List" width="500" /> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: black;"><br /></span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #ff0099;">♥ </span>Spending time with people I connect and love… be it family or friends. They sure do put a smile on my face.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #ff0099;">♥ </span>Pulling legs of my friends.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #ff0099;">♥ </span>That I have changed in past 2 years. Now I m more confident, more out going and can say ‘NO’.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #ff0099;">♥</span> Rain, smelling the awesome smell of mother earth and eating either hot hot  butta (corn) or an ice cream… Heaven <img alt=":)" class="wp-smiley" src="http://harini.me/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" /> .</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><img alt="" class="size-full wp-image-348 aligncenter" height="364" src="http://harini.me/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/Rain.jpg" title="Rain" width="357" /><span style="color: black;"><br /></span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #ff0099;">♥</span> Those mornings and days when I feel lazy and spend them exactly how I feel…lazing around.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #ff0099;">♥</span> Gorging on my favorite food.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #ff0099;">♥</span> A baby or kid smiling at me or holding my finger and knowing that one day in future I will have one of these angels to call my very own <img alt=":)" class="wp-smiley" src="http://harini.me/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" /> .</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-347" height="337" src="http://harini.me/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/Cute-Baby.jpg" title="Cute Baby" width="500" /><span style="color: black;"><br /></span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #ff0099;">♥</span> Seeing the way my young niece and nephews react when I go to visit them. Seeing them so happy because of me, makes me happy.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #ff0099;">♥</span> The fact that there are two people in this world who love me unconditionally and for whom I mean the world.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #ff0099;">♥</span> People doing nice and sweet things for one another or for animals.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #ff0099;">♥</span> Reading a good book with my favorite songs playing.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #ff0099;">♥</span> Seeing couples in love.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-349" height="400" src="http://harini.me/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/Couple.jpg" title="Couple" width="400" /><span style="color: black;"><br /></span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #ff0099;">♥</span> Love.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #ff0099;">♥</span> Winning.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #ff0099;">♥</span> When someone does something sweet for me.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #ff0099;">♥</span> When I do something that I think is commendable.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #ff0099;">♥</span> Knowing that I have lots of strength inside of me.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #ff0099;">♥</span> Remembering all the good times I spent with my Grand Pa… remembering him makes me nostalgic but also happy.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #ff0099;">♥</span> Watching one of my favorite movies, relaxing on couch with something to munch on.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-350" height="480" src="http://harini.me/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/dance.jpg" title="dance" width="344" /><span style="color: black;"><br /></span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #ff0099;">♥</span> My perfect weather… cloudy and drizzling lightly.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #ff0099;">♥</span> Finding money which I dint know existed.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #ff0099;">♥</span> Going on long drives.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #ff0099;">♥</span> Music.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #ff0099;">♥</span> Taking pictures.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #ff0099;">♥</span> Vacations.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><img alt="" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-351" height="334" src="http://harini.me/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/vacation.jpg" title="vacation" width="500" /><span style="color: black;"><br /></span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #ff0099;">♥</span> You guys and my blog. Every time I read your comments it just makes my day.</span><span style="color: black;"> So, What makes you guys happy?</span></div></div>

All Things Happy

It doesn’t always have to big things like expensive watches & dresses (I so want one right now) to make us happy. Many times, its smal...

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