<?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-4133311017225366814</id><updated>2011-10-10T20:52:03.769+05:30</updated><category term='Royalty'/><category term='graveyard'/><category term='Lost'/><category term='books'/><category term='bloggy bday'/><category term='Season'/><category term='light'/><category term='Weekend'/><category term='Cupid'/><category term='My Love'/><category term='snowfilled lounge'/><category term='broken heart'/><category term='Fav Poems'/><category term='Adventure'/><category term='hope'/><category term='home'/><category term='Coffee'/><category term='authors'/><category term='glory'/><category term='Moon'/><category term='Nation'/><category term='memories'/><category term='Angels'/><category term='Rain'/><category term='soul'/><category term='Gloomy morning'/><category term='mercy'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='vasudha'/><category term='Career'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='new year'/><category term='Everlasting love'/><category term='Wish'/><category term='best friends'/><category term='Crazylove'/><category term='myself'/><category term='mother'/><category term='PS'/><category term='Fiction'/><category term='dance'/><category term='confusion'/><category term='friends'/><category term='surreal'/><category term='MJ'/><category term='Love lost'/><category term='Nature'/><category term='Updates'/><category term='guestpost'/><category term='pic-nic'/><category term='y'/><category term='God'/><category term='vasu'/><category term='Music'/><category term='I Love You'/><category term='pearl'/><category term='soul tales'/><category term='2010'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='dedication'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='journey'/><category term='Love and Relationships'/><category term='My collexctions'/><category term='Acrostic poetry'/><category term='life'/><category term='Romance'/><category term='passion'/><category term='tags'/><category term='favz'/><category term='smiles'/><category term='dilemma'/><category term='Ocean'/><category term='Magical Love'/><category term='Hurt'/><category term='Magical.'/><category term='Blossomblue'/><category term='Love'/><category term='55fiction'/><category term='My Life'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='Inspirational'/><category term='My favourites'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='stories'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='fairy tale'/><category term='black poetry'/><category term='movie quotes'/><category term='Bored'/><title type='text'>Sassy Girl</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm so cute, I should wear a warning.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>147</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-3400151010800764625</id><published>2011-06-27T22:57:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-27T23:09:35.824+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black poetry'/><title type='text'>Empty Dreams!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xXTvZQ0UeKw/TgjABszJU7I/AAAAAAAAAxk/IyVVgQGRX64/s1600/Emo_girL____by_nfmDesigns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xXTvZQ0UeKw/TgjABszJU7I/AAAAAAAAAxk/IyVVgQGRX64/s320/Emo_girL____by_nfmDesigns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622955270210147250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I play loud music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I read my favorite book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By the window seat I sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To forget the pain, I just stare out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How am I suppose to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when I see you sitting next to  her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laughing at her silly jokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trying to impress her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How can I put a smile on my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I can't hold back my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How can I pretend everything is okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I am falling apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RX4ZXWo33KU/Tgi906XImiI/AAAAAAAAAxU/walOTR0KYPU/s1600/sad_eyes_by_simouna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RX4ZXWo33KU/Tgi906XImiI/AAAAAAAAAxU/walOTR0KYPU/s320/sad_eyes_by_simouna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622952851489200674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I feel good&lt;br /&gt;When the pain doesn't go away&lt;br /&gt;When these scars and wounds&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of the LOVE I never had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I ever be myself again&lt;br /&gt;When I no longer remember who I was&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a wretched soul&lt;br /&gt;with a broken heart and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Empty Dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-3400151010800764625?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3400151010800764625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=3400151010800764625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/3400151010800764625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/3400151010800764625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2011/06/empty-dreams.html' title='Empty Dreams!'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xXTvZQ0UeKw/TgjABszJU7I/AAAAAAAAAxk/IyVVgQGRX64/s72-c/Emo_girL____by_nfmDesigns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-5030054447463716842</id><published>2011-06-12T21:51:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-12T22:33:47.711+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken heart'/><title type='text'>Another sad song!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zrikVsQk8kg/TfTvfTe_XCI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Y6psREWHHx8/s1600/LONELY_by_Percy_Silva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zrikVsQk8kg/TfTvfTe_XCI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Y6psREWHHx8/s320/LONELY_by_Percy_Silva.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617377956323089442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I try to pen down my feelings, I get confused. No matter how hard I try no words comes out. I feel numb. I feel my mind is blank. I know my emotional level. It's always Hyper! But I still wonder Why do I struggle to write then!?! Why does my mind goes blank. Why do I feel numb. Why can't I feel anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am left with nothing but a broken-heart and memories. I am empty inside. I feel nothing anymore. I feel no happiness, I feel no pain either. I have been hurt like never before. I have been in pain for such a long time now, I no longer know the difference between happiness and misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The suffering has wrecked my soul beyond repairs. And I know every single day I am slowly dying inside. But I can't help but think about my soul-wrecker. He never told me "He Loved Me". But I fantasized about him. I wanted him to Love me madly. I had a dream. I had Hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't, I just can't look at him. I look away because I'm not Okay. I only wish he knew how much I loved him! Every special occasion I think of him. In fact there ain't no time that i don't think about him. Now it's too late. It's too late to let go! I know it will destroy me. But do I have a choice!?! They say as if i could be saved. But I am already a wrecked. What good would it do if I let go now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I am left with is shattered dreams and a broken-heart! May be my life is just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another sad song!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-5030054447463716842?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5030054447463716842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=5030054447463716842&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/5030054447463716842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/5030054447463716842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2011/06/another-sad-song.html' title='Another sad song!'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zrikVsQk8kg/TfTvfTe_XCI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Y6psREWHHx8/s72-c/LONELY_by_Percy_Silva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-5839079826415361246</id><published>2011-06-04T02:43:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-04T18:43:04.764+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul tales'/><title type='text'>The letter I will never send!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qmZq7xhDrVQ/TeovCwDrZVI/AAAAAAAAAwk/Qe2uBsDKRws/s1600/teenage_dream_by_mk_w-d30xnr6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qmZq7xhDrVQ/TeovCwDrZVI/AAAAAAAAAwk/Qe2uBsDKRws/s320/teenage_dream_by_mk_w-d30xnr6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614351609777317202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Stranger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am writing this letter to you, because i will never have the guts to tell you how i feel about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do   you remember 14Th Feb 2011!? Of course I don't expect you to. But I   remember that evening. I did the impossible that day. I never thought i   would have so much courage to go up to you and talk.But it happened. It   just happened. And darling you should know that it was not easy for  me. I  mustered the courage to sit beside you. I still remember how i  felt. My  heart skipped a beat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was fighting back the urge to kiss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A  very strange feeling occupied my heart. A  happy feeling. But you were  listening to songs and not bothered even  talk to me. That act of yours  was a little disheartening. I just ignored  it. As we both sat so close  to each other, there was a hurricane in my heart.  When we started  talking, i just couldn't concentrate. Your charm had done some sort of  magic on me. Your smile captivated me. I loved your voice, the way you  laugh, everything about you was enchanting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was studying your face, as we  talked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your  beard and mustache were giving me such a heart ache. Honestly, i was  itching to touch your beard.  I just couldn't  take my eyes off you. I  wondered as i gazed at you. Those beautiful  sparkly eyes had set my  heart on fire. And you had no idea about these  swirling emotions i was  going through. It was so casual for you, but it was  very special for  me. Iwill never forget the way you made me feel that  evening. I  secretly wished, you would fall in love with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mUOMEXaywOU/Teou5Kg3joI/AAAAAAAAAwc/dbn73IQktek/s1600/40_by_inevitablelove-d3cfr4s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mUOMEXaywOU/Teou5Kg3joI/AAAAAAAAAwc/dbn73IQktek/s320/40_by_inevitablelove-d3cfr4s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614351445080379010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For  some strange reason I had  convinced myself, I'm not a kind of girl  boys would fall in love with.A  pair of jeans, tee and canvas shoes is  what defines me. Nothing less  than a Gothic princess. but still I want  you to feel the same way for me, as I feel for you.  It sounds  impossible though. I envy every girl who has ever got a chance to hug  you, be with you. And i make the same wish everyday, I want to be that  Girl, you will fall crazily in Love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every  time i get to see your face, my face gleams with happiness.  Every  morning when you have breakfast with the bunch of bunch of beautiful  girls, I sit in a corner and sneakily glance at you. I hate to see you  surrounded by all those girls. My poor heart would not let go of you.  Now it's too late. I have insanely fallen in love with you. I am blinded  in your love. I started assuming many crazy things like, you have a  thing for me. I assumed your smiley-status messages on Facebook was for  me. I fooled my heart. It was clearly visible you are madly in love with  the pretty Bengali girl. I could hear my heart shatter. I deleted you  from Facebook, i hate to admit it, I facebook-stalk you almost everyday.  hoping for a sign that you love me too. But do fantasies ever come  true!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I highly doubt  that. And now it hurts like hell to see your face, knowing that you will  never love me back. I try to escape from the reality&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  I put on my music loud and try to ignore you. But how can I. It's seems  like impossible to me. You and the other girl talk in shuttle, laugh  out loud, it just makes matter worse for me.I tell myself I should have  been in her place, talking and laughing with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I  tell myself you and I are a perfect  match. Dear god, i tell myself lot  of silly things. I knew i would end  up heart broken by a guy i have  never dated. It's a tragedy! But you  can't break a broken heart. Can  you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know you have no idea about all this shit am going through right now. I wish, I wish you could read my mind. I wish.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love Forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BrokenHeart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-5839079826415361246?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5839079826415361246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=5839079826415361246&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/5839079826415361246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/5839079826415361246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2011/06/letter-i-will-never-send.html' title='The letter I will never send!'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qmZq7xhDrVQ/TeovCwDrZVI/AAAAAAAAAwk/Qe2uBsDKRws/s72-c/teenage_dream_by_mk_w-d30xnr6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-7446646447650537624</id><published>2011-05-23T11:35:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-24T14:09:47.616+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>Happy feet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_fncavKrdSI/Tdtr_6D_3lI/AAAAAAAAAv4/tDRrNTxvch8/s1600/my_moment____by_casualeye-d3ai25b.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_fncavKrdSI/Tdtr_6D_3lI/AAAAAAAAAv4/tDRrNTxvch8/s320/my_moment____by_casualeye-d3ai25b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610196506482040402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was my first day at Hip Hop Dance India studio. I was dressed up right for the evening, a loose tee, cotton track pants and dancing shoes. There were mirrors on all four walls of the tiny room that could hold a maximum of 15 students for the routine. The ambiance made me feel that i belonged to the coolest dance crew in town. Loud hip hop music was playing in one corner. Our dance captain Sri stood in front facing the mirror and started with the basic warm-up . The funky beats had already got me in the mood for dancing, but i didn't know that there was something called "warm-ups" before the dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I enjoyed the warm-up session. Initially the stretching and bending seemed easy, so did touching the tow without bending the knees,, neck exercise and many more. But after a while i could not feel my arms. They were hanging in the air. the push-ups were torturous. I felt my spinal cord might have damaged. I was sweating like a pig and was gasping for air. After the warm-up session, which lasted nearly for twenty minutes, my body stopped responding. It felt like my bones had been crashed by a hammer. My legs were completely lifeless - like i had just come out of a roller coaster ride. After the warm-up sessions Sri started with some basic hip-hop styles and moves. With much difficulty I managed to move my legs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sri wrapped up after a few minutes of practice. I was totally unaware of the nightmare i was to go through that night. When i looked at myself in the mirror, the sight was not at all pleasant. Dance was supposed to be elegant, pleasant and beautiful. But i was sweaty and horrendous. I was torn and discouraged. The thought of giving up also crossed my mind. No great quotes I had read came to my rescue at such times of struggle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jtd9OXEU7JI/TdtrqF1ei7I/AAAAAAAAAvw/YpMJdoG5JEU/s1600/sleep.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jtd9OXEU7JI/TdtrqF1ei7I/AAAAAAAAAvw/YpMJdoG5JEU/s320/sleep.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610196131685239730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After the class I had only one desire left in my heart - to sleep like a baby. Suddenly my bed seemed like the coziest place on this planet. Something terrible was awaiting me. before curling up in my blanket, i said my prayers, most of which included about my body pain, how a miracle would be a great blessing, followed by a faint Amen. My body was groaning. What happened next was a blur as i fell asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The morning was most painful. My mind was still in surreal state. But as i put my feet on the ground I was wide awake with my body and mind in sync. neither the chirping birds not the glowing sun cheered me up. Nothing at all was soothing. But as I started walking I felt the pain's gone. Only when i tried to climb the stairs, I realized what had happened to my body. I asked Sri if it's normal to feel such terrible pain. I was happy to hear the affirmative. Even though I was limping for the next couple of days, I continued to attend classes. A few days later after experiencing the nerve-wracking pain, I was alright. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After a month passed I got used to warm-up sessions but felt i was not learning much. Watching the dance movies religiously, I was eager to do some breath taking moves - especially the b boying and flooring move, where one stands on the hands, spins his head on the ground at such ease. I even tried some moves, but thankfully didn't hurt myself. I decided to learn it from Sri rather than trying it myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The dance moves that i watched in movies looked easy. I used to think that given a chance I could dance like that. But, first day warm-up had brought me back to senses. Hollywood actor Keanu Reevs once said that "Basically it starts with four months of training, just basic stretching, kicking and punching. Then you come to the choreography and getting ready to put the dance together". Now I know what exactly Keanu was talking about. I ams till in the phase of warm-ups and stretching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_03jhvh44Ic/Tdtp--u0NNI/AAAAAAAAAvo/Nj-ZU2sj4q8/s1600/shake_shake_by_serbet.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_03jhvh44Ic/Tdtp--u0NNI/AAAAAAAAAvo/Nj-ZU2sj4q8/s320/shake_shake_by_serbet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610194291532248274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Nevertheless dance is a true inspiration to me. I have millions of reasons why I love dancing. A dancer is elegant, graceful and full of energy.Endless enthusiasm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;dedication and discipline are what make a great dancer. An important ingredient that separates a great dancer from a good dancer is "Passion". On stage when the limelight falls, it feels like stepping on a heavenly stairs. the entire audience watches as the dancer accumulates as much energy as he can to put on a great show. When the music plays, the pain, the fear, jealousy and the hatred all are forgotten. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;On stage it's just the dancer and the music. The soul, the body, and the mind are in sync to create some magic on stage leaving the spectators spellbound. The dancers capture the heart of the people. Every dancer waits for that one moment, one chance and one stage where he can dance like it's his last dance. The road to that stage isn't that easy. Rejections in auditions are heart breaking. The bumps on the road urge me to give up my hope and dream of dancing. But then dancers come to my rescue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Dancers have always inspired me. Some legends have left behind their signature dance moves behind as their legacy. The famous eternal "moonwalk" is my all time Favorite. I just cannot forget the magic it created.  I have plenty of reasons why people should dance. But I see no reason why they shouldn't ! So put on your dancing shoes, honey, we are gonna do a little bit of popping and locking, little bit of hip and hop. And don't tell me you have two left feet, they are actually a pair of happy feet!&lt;/span&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/4133311017225366814-7446646447650537624?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7446646447650537624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=7446646447650537624&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/7446646447650537624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/7446646447650537624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-feet.html' title='Happy feet!'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_fncavKrdSI/Tdtr_6D_3lI/AAAAAAAAAv4/tDRrNTxvch8/s72-c/my_moment____by_casualeye-d3ai25b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-4246466329837627636</id><published>2011-02-22T15:15:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-22T15:19:25.224+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everlasting love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>I Will Be Your Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iDZrWxCC1eY/TWOF31_b6dI/AAAAAAAAAtY/xWFGSpDxXLs/s1600/486566_vb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iDZrWxCC1eY/TWOF31_b6dI/AAAAAAAAAtY/xWFGSpDxXLs/s320/486566_vb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576447958047254994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love the way you smile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love the way it reaches your eye&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The ecstasy of it, takes me high&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;let's escape this world&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;And like love birds, let's fly &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love it when you hold my hand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;You couldn't see, I melted inside&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I thought my heart would explode&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love this pain,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everytime i see you, Boy i fall for you so hard&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love the way you sneakily glance at me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's when i go weak in my knees&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Talkin' to you in my mind is so easy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;But when i see you, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I fight the butterflies, I can't even say 'Hi'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love to lay beside you under the stars &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;those silent moments, those unsaid words, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;First summer rain, first kiss&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Madness of first love is like a fresh breeze&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Those moments, i wish i could freeze&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love those mushy songs and movies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which magically fits you and me in the stories&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;In my heart I know, our love will outlive us&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;When the sun goes down, I promise &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I will be your moon in your darkest time!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;~ VaSuDhA &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-4246466329837627636?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4246466329837627636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=4246466329837627636&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/4246466329837627636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/4246466329837627636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-will-be-your-moon.html' title='I Will Be Your Moon'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iDZrWxCC1eY/TWOF31_b6dI/AAAAAAAAAtY/xWFGSpDxXLs/s72-c/486566_vb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-2180812939679049395</id><published>2011-01-08T00:53:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-08T01:22:01.133+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Struggle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/TSdsqnskM_I/AAAAAAAAAs8/eIDp-eBvqyo/s1600/The_Lost_Battle_by_MOMOroxette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/TSdsqnskM_I/AAAAAAAAAs8/eIDp-eBvqyo/s320/The_Lost_Battle_by_MOMOroxette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559531744478376946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I try to write a song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for my lost love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the fake promise of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first kiss and first love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The empty page lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I search for the word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deep down in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I failed, failed again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's the lonely moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The stars above the clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Longing for love, the lazy ocean too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fighting for love, I'm yet another fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I kiss goodbye to my dreams, my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your memories, will always live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;About you and me, I struggle to write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But, maybe there is no song in my heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-2180812939679049395?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2180812939679049395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=2180812939679049395&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/2180812939679049395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/2180812939679049395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2011/01/struggle.html' title='Struggle'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/TSdsqnskM_I/AAAAAAAAAs8/eIDp-eBvqyo/s72-c/The_Lost_Battle_by_MOMOroxette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-4873540378505937235</id><published>2010-12-30T13:14:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-30T14:57:41.980+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>2010 was such a goddamn Drama Queen!  2011!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/TRxQD401YaI/AAAAAAAAAs0/K3vKOSALOGo/s1600/Hello_Sunshine__by_bcrayon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/TRxQD401YaI/AAAAAAAAAs0/K3vKOSALOGo/s320/Hello_Sunshine__by_bcrayon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556404067992166818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As the year 2010 comes to an end I suddenly realize that I need to make my 2011 resolution!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some days I was blue. Some days it was too cold. And those days when it rained cats and dogs. Days I laughed so hard I peed a little. I laughed till I cried. Some days I cried inconsolably. Some days I was spiritual, other days I partied like a rock star. Many occasions I danced on the dance floor. I fell madly in love with him. I melted each time he gazed at me. I was breathless when he sat beside me. Some days I danced till my bones were sore. I finally wore that party dress and the sexy stilettos. I straightened my hair. I shopped a lot.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I craved for more and more love and adventure. I struggled to write. &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Some nights were lonely and miserable. Some nights I fantasized about him. Some nights my mind was numb no words could describe it. I waited for a shooting star. I tried counting stars. &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was lost in the crowd. I found myself again staring in the empty space.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Often I stared out of the window and wished for small pleasures. &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There were happy days. There were hopelessly miserable days. The year is gone but has left its fragrance around for the coming New Year!&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I treasure each and every moment of this year.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/TRxQBgpbTUI/AAAAAAAAAss/7Odnlle-7d8/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/TRxQBgpbTUI/AAAAAAAAAss/7Odnlle-7d8/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556404027142131010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The coming year I am sure is gonna be much more exciting one. I am gonna dance more.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am gonna make each day a happy one.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will be regular to church. Bright colors. There’s gonna be pink shades of course. Fresh funky fashion. Gonna freak out more with my friends. One strict resolution is to read plenty of books and polish my writing (I like it) I will learn to play a musical instrument. Drums, violin/guitar. Gonna be more funky, crazy and wild (super like it).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I will never ever let my confidence let down.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will find a way out of any obstacle in life. I will talk and think positive. I will declare each day happiness, prosperity, love, peace. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No bugger can break me down.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even if I come across thorns I will always remember the rose.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some days I might feel blue. But a butterfly will always reminds me that after all my life isn’t a black and white movie.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Of course there might be days when I will be fragile. Days when I will cry for no reason.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There will be sun, rain, moon and stars till the end. Season of wilderness shall pass. Goodness and prosperity shall welcome me and embrace me. Amidst this I will walk with my chin up. Good or bad I will enjoy each day.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; I wanna fall in love with myself all over again &lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Only as high as I reach I can grow, Only as far as I seek I can go,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Only as deep as I look I can see, Only as much as I dream I can be ~ Karen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-4873540378505937235?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4873540378505937235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=4873540378505937235&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/4873540378505937235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/4873540378505937235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-was-such-goddamn-drama-queen-2011.html' title='2010 was such a goddamn Drama Queen!  2011!?'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/TRxQD401YaI/AAAAAAAAAs0/K3vKOSALOGo/s72-c/Hello_Sunshine__by_bcrayon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-2683441927609428489</id><published>2010-12-16T12:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-16T12:22:37.129+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><title type='text'>2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/TQm25KVOCvI/AAAAAAAAAsM/EPDHRin6zLM/s1600/Lonely_Rider_by_thaowurr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/TQm25KVOCvI/AAAAAAAAAsM/EPDHRin6zLM/s320/Lonely_Rider_by_thaowurr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551169108853000946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;2010!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; "&gt;Ø&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I've been Extremely lazy this year&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-fareast-font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Hip hop dance class was fresh breeze in my &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-fareast-font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Read few books&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-fareast-font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;No life changing incident&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-fareast-font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Missed lot of Sunday prayer services&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-fareast-font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Some crazy adventurous treks &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-fareast-font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Awesome trip to North India&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-fareast-font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Put on weight, lost weight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-fareast-font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Got home sick several times&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-fareast-font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Felt blue, pink, and all other colors&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-fareast-font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Fought with friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-fareast-font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Many strategies, few executed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-fareast-font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Fell in love &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-fareast-font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Broke my heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-fareast-font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Didn't write much &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-fareast-font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Have been too messy, clumsy &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-fareast-font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Cried sometimes but laughed millions of times&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-fareast-font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Few close friends moved out of my life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-fareast-font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;No savings &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-fareast-font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Few parties, few dances &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-fareast-font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;No bad habits&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-fareast-font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Watched lots and lots of movies, serials&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-fareast-font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Crush on lot of boys&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-fareast-font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;No tattoo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-align: center;text-indent: -0.25in; "&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-fareast-font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;God’s favorite kid yet another year &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-2683441927609428489?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2683441927609428489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=2683441927609428489&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/2683441927609428489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/2683441927609428489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010.html' title='2010!'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/TQm25KVOCvI/AAAAAAAAAsM/EPDHRin6zLM/s72-c/Lonely_Rider_by_thaowurr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-6870181877581102540</id><published>2010-12-15T08:53:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-15T09:05:37.799+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie quotes'/><title type='text'>Girl Interrupted!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/TQg2zlELFPI/AAAAAAAAArw/XkHcpkXQ7Lw/s1600/jolie-girl-interrupted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/TQg2zlELFPI/AAAAAAAAArw/XkHcpkXQ7Lw/s320/jolie-girl-interrupted.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550746800484979954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Have you ever confused a dream with life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; Or stolen something when you have the cash? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Have you ever been blue? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Or thought your train moving while sitting still? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Maybe I was just crazy.  Maybe it was the 60's.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Or maybe I was just a girl... interrupted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;~ Susanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/4133311017225366814-6870181877581102540?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6870181877581102540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=6870181877581102540&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/6870181877581102540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/6870181877581102540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2010/12/girl-interrupted.html' title='Girl Interrupted!'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/TQg2zlELFPI/AAAAAAAAArw/XkHcpkXQ7Lw/s72-c/jolie-girl-interrupted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-37050625638351388</id><published>2010-11-06T21:22:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-15T09:10:32.229+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/TNWOZBLVmAI/AAAAAAAAArI/BlM9PW4HwW4/s1600/The_Journey_by_Foxtrot44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/TNWOZBLVmAI/AAAAAAAAArI/BlM9PW4HwW4/s320/The_Journey_by_Foxtrot44.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536487877385754626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; "&gt;Even though the same road is traveled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; "&gt;when you are going home and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; "&gt;when you are going away from home, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; "&gt;some how for the latter part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; "&gt;It's always a tough journey&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/4133311017225366814-37050625638351388?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/37050625638351388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=37050625638351388&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/37050625638351388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/37050625638351388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2010/11/home.html' title='Journey'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/TNWOZBLVmAI/AAAAAAAAArI/BlM9PW4HwW4/s72-c/The_Journey_by_Foxtrot44.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-3789138320225372804</id><published>2010-11-05T01:25:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-15T13:05:54.634+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everlasting love'/><title type='text'>Stupid Cupid!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/TNMTW7ZP-qI/AAAAAAAAArA/ut8DeHAJRug/s1600/love_by_laurapora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/TNMTW7ZP-qI/AAAAAAAAArA/ut8DeHAJRug/s320/love_by_laurapora.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535789651590118050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The time when you see he is online and that brings such sweet smile on your face is the best feeling one could ever feel in life. The problem starts when you are dying inside to talk to him. May be ping him n say hi. But Heck no, The heart and the mind starts arguing about the one boy you love to death. Finally the conclusion is always "Let him ping you girl" . Believe me i don't hate anything more than this silly conclusions., which sometimes makes a little sense and also saves you from the embarrassment. The first thought that came to my mind when i saw him online was, oh forget it. There was no thought, there was only thumping heart. Just his name in the chat list with green bubble would mean so much!? Well, yea that happens in love.. FYI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The initial feeling of butterflies in the tummy, fast heart beats and the romantic songs at the back of my mind and twisted fantasies, once the split second movie was over. I came back to reality. I clicked on his name and decided to say Hi. It's okay if he has a girlfriend. We can be still good friends. But then my stupid heart said, may be he is busy. may be he is chatting with his girl. Oh man! That thought was very heart breaking! Still i gathered my gut and opened the chat window just to find him offline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not say Hi to him. Instead I will cut Cupid's wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-3789138320225372804?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3789138320225372804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=3789138320225372804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/3789138320225372804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/3789138320225372804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2010/11/stupid-cupid.html' title='Stupid Cupid!'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/TNMTW7ZP-qI/AAAAAAAAArA/ut8DeHAJRug/s72-c/love_by_laurapora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-4476868128043138504</id><published>2010-10-13T10:21:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-15T13:06:30.491+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>They did not give up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.des.emory.edu/mfp/smile.gif" height="15" width="15" style="border-top-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); border-right-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); border-bottom-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); border-left-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); " /&gt; As a young man, Abraham Lincoln went to war a captain and returned a private. Afterwards, he was a failure as a businessman. As a lawyer in Springfield, he was too impractical and temperamental to be a success. He turned to politics and was defeated in his first try for the legislature, again defeated in his first attempt to be nominated for congress, defeated in his application to be commissioner of the General Land Office, defeated in the senatorial election of 1854, defeated in his efforts for the vice-presidency in 1856, and defeated in the senatorial election of 1858. At about that time, he wrote in a letter to a friend, "I am now the most miserable man living. If what I feel were equally distributed to the whole human family, there would not be one cheerful face on the earth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.des.emory.edu/mfp/smile.gif" height="15" width="15" style="border-top-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); border-right-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); border-bottom-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); border-left-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); " /&gt; Winston Churchill failed sixth grade. He was subsequently defeated in every election for public office until he became Prime Minister at the age of 62. He later wrote, "Never give in, never give in, never, never, never, never - in nothing, great or small, large or petty - never give in except to convictions of honor and good sense. Never, Never, Never, Never give up." (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; capitals, mind you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.des.emory.edu/mfp/smile.gif" height="15" width="15" style="border-top-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); border-right-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); border-bottom-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); border-left-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); " /&gt; Socrates was called "an immoral corrupter of youth" and continued to corrupt even after a sentence of death was imposed on him. He drank the hemlock and died corrupting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.des.emory.edu/mfp/smile.gif" height="15" width="15" style="border-top-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); border-right-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); border-bottom-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); border-left-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); " /&gt; Sigmund Freud was booed from the podium when he first presented his ideas to the scientific community of Europe. He returned to his office and kept on writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.des.emory.edu/mfp/smile.gif" height="15" width="15" style="border-top-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); border-right-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); border-bottom-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); border-left-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); " /&gt; Robert Sternberg received a C in his first college introductory-psychology class. His teacher commented that "there was a famous Sternberg in psychology and it was obvious there would not be another." Three years later Sternberg graduated with honors from Stanford University with exceptional distinction in psychology, summa cum laude, and Phi Beta Kappa. In 2002, he became President of the American Psychological Association.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.des.emory.edu/mfp/smile.gif" height="15" width="15" style="border-top-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); border-right-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); border-bottom-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); border-left-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); " /&gt; Charles Darwin gave up a medical career and was told by his father, "You care for nothing but shooting, dogs and rat catching." In his autobiography, Darwin wrote, "I was considered by all my masters and my father, a very ordinary boy, rather below the common standard of intellect." Clearly, he evolved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.des.emory.edu/mfp/smile.gif" height="15" width="15" style="border-top-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); border-right-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); border-bottom-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); border-left-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); " /&gt; Thomas Edison's teachers said he was "too stupid to learn anything." He was fired from his first two jobs for being "non-productive." As an inventor, Edison made 1,000 unsuccessful attempts at inventing the light bulb. When a reporter asked, "How did it feel to fail 1,000 times?" Edison replied, "I didn’t fail 1,000 times. The light bulb was an invention with 1,000 steps."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.des.emory.edu/mfp/smile.gif" height="15" width="15" style="border-top-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); border-right-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); border-bottom-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); border-left-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); " /&gt; Albert Einstein did not speak until he was 4-years-old and did not read until he was 7. His parents thought he was "sub-normal," and one of his teachers described him as "mentally slow, unsociable, and adrift forever in foolish dreams." He was expelled from school and was refused admittance to the Zurich Polytechnic School. He did eventually learn to speak and read. Even to do a little math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.des.emory.edu/mfp/smile.gif" height="15" width="15" style="border-top-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); border-right-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); border-bottom-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); border-left-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); " /&gt; Louis Pasteur was only a mediocre pupil in undergraduate studies and ranked 15th out of 22 students in chemistry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.des.emory.edu/mfp/smile.gif" height="15" width="15" style="border-top-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); border-right-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); border-bottom-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); border-left-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); " /&gt; Henry Ford failed and went broke five times before he succeeded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.des.emory.edu/mfp/smile.gif" height="15" width="15" style="border-top-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); border-right-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); border-bottom-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); border-left-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); " /&gt; R. H. Macy failed seven times before his store in New York City caught on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.des.emory.edu/mfp/smile.gif" height="15" width="15" style="border-top-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); border-right-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); border-bottom-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); border-left-color: rgb(237, 198, 92); " /&gt; F. W. Woolworth was not allowed to wait on customers when he worked in a dry goods store because, his boss said, "he didn't have enough sense."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; mailbox message. Found it interesting and inspirational. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-4476868128043138504?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4476868128043138504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=4476868128043138504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/4476868128043138504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/4476868128043138504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2010/10/they-did-not-give-up.html' title='They did not give up!'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-1500125563728727202</id><published>2010-10-03T11:18:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-15T13:07:08.369+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>New me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;After reading my own blog my heart is aching, not out of joy but 'cuz of the pain.It's the crappiest thing I've ever done in my life. Every post is so damn emotional. It could be renamed as "Emotional Atyachar part 2."My blog badly needs a huge make over.Not only the blog, even the writer needs a make over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;First things first!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&gt; I want to stop being such a freakin EMO! And the blog needs to be light, humorous and inspiring.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&gt; No matter what people say words can still change the world ~ DPS I want to drive inspiration from this beautiful quote! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&gt; I don' know if falling in love is a waste of time or not, but i want to get over myself with all this crap called cupid, love and mooove on in life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&gt; I want to take writing seriously.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&gt; Want to read books which are in my must-read-list. Which are inspirational and life changing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&gt; I want to be caring, polite and humble.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&gt; I never want to doubt myself.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&gt; I want to write a piece, a verse for the society.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&gt; The list might go on and on but i would end this list as of now with the thought,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;em style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;"Two roads diverged in the wood and I, I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/4133311017225366814-1500125563728727202?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1500125563728727202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=1500125563728727202&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/1500125563728727202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/1500125563728727202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-me.html' title='New me!'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-6963373481681270430</id><published>2010-06-13T21:10:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-15T13:07:24.712+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love lost'/><title type='text'>He loves me not!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/TBUANFgbGmI/AAAAAAAAAqo/rNbr0yfK6rI/s1600/Loves_me_not_by_DarkVenusPersephonae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482288346209917538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/TBUANFgbGmI/AAAAAAAAAqo/rNbr0yfK6rI/s320/Loves_me_not_by_DarkVenusPersephonae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;Every morning i wake up to a new day with emptiness in my heart. I dress up and walk lost completely in my own thoughts.I sometimes don' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;understand&lt;/span&gt; myself a all. I know that i am running to reach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;,I know i am searching for something. But i don' get it! I mean where i am heading to!? What i am searching for!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;Why does rain bring such bliss in my heart! Why do i yearn to behold the beauty of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;butterfly&lt;/span&gt;.Why am i waiting for a miracle that would change my life!?? My mind is filled with questions. The quest has begun.But the path is unknown. I am lost in my own journey called life.How &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;strange&lt;/span&gt; i don't understand my own life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;When i say i am searching for god why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;is it&lt;/span&gt; that people laugh at me!? What's so funny about it!? The happiness i know takes is own sweet time.Why there are times in my life its so dark that i cry to find that ray of light. Why is the sky empty. Where are all those stars which once shone upon me!? Where is that wave which once sung me a symphony!? Where is my god who wiped my tears. Where is he who once held my hand and said he would never let go!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I played that game again. Its called "he loves me, He loves me not. "&lt;br /&gt;Why i always lose the game!? Why does it always says "he loves me not" !&lt;/span&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/4133311017225366814-6963373481681270430?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6963373481681270430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=6963373481681270430&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/6963373481681270430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/6963373481681270430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2010/06/he-loves-me-not.html' title='He loves me not!'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/TBUANFgbGmI/AAAAAAAAAqo/rNbr0yfK6rI/s72-c/Loves_me_not_by_DarkVenusPersephonae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-5243968322293313079</id><published>2010-05-14T17:53:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-14T18:05:04.967+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Phew! Actually bunch of managers decided that there's gonna be a party today evening. So i thought i will attend the party n go crazy on the dance floor.But i am goin with half willingness. Dunno y. Right now waiting for the rest of the ppl to get ready n get goin. Cuz i don' have any work n waiting is so damn boring.Well, i am not dressed for th party but i guess i ll mange to dance with my jeans n top.N jeans r the most comfy stuff u can dance in. Unless the jeans lets u breath when u wear them. I was jjus goin through some blog written by a mother of 4 sons.I liked it. N it reminded me of how i used to blog like one crazy blogger. Bogging about everything and anything. Oh those were the happy days. N i miss them like hell. I jus wan my writing skills back. Wanna write up some funny stuff or a senti poem! Well yea nothing comes easy, tat i know. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But tryin really hard to write up something.But i think before writing up my masterpieace i will go with my silly write ups. The weather outside is simply awesome.I actually thought i will get ready. I might put some kajal n brush my hair.N when th spot light hits the dance floor i hope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i will dance the dance the night away! Never partied hard though. This time m gonna try some new dance moves.  Or wil try to make up new friends. I will update on my party details may be tomorrow. Feeling sleepy already *Yawn*. N finding it hard to pen down my feelings unlike before. Trying to break my addiction to FB but its a bit hard thing to do. M not tat badly addicted to FB though. But any way these were my updates or today! M not at all happy with what i wrote :(. N there seems to be no proper flow to writing. Stopped reading books from ages. Tried to join some classes but could not. tats it cant think any thing more to update.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-5243968322293313079?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5243968322293313079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=5243968322293313079&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/5243968322293313079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/5243968322293313079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2010/05/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-252369030228244404</id><published>2010-01-27T21:39:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:49:51.470+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Q for life !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/S2Bmlp4eT-I/AAAAAAAAApQ/HhbdsBKN8JE/s1600-h/no_work__good_life_by_EbruSidarPortrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431453947692732386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/S2Bmlp4eT-I/AAAAAAAAApQ/HhbdsBKN8JE/s320/no_work__good_life_by_EbruSidarPortrait.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Happiness lies for those who cry, those who have searched, and those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone, an hour to like someone,  and a day to love someone, but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go; be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Always put yourself in others' shoes. If you feel that it hurts you, it probably  hurts the other person, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go for looks; they can deceive. Don't go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright. Find the one that makes your heart smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the door of happiness closes, another opens, but often times we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one which has been opened for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live your life so that when you die, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they'll love you back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect love in return; just wait for it to grow in their heart but if it doesn't, be content it grew in yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments in life when you miss someone so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, enough hope to make you&lt;br /&gt;happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one so that when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-252369030228244404?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/252369030228244404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=252369030228244404&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/252369030228244404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/252369030228244404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2010/01/q-for-life.html' title='Q for life !!'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/S2Bmlp4eT-I/AAAAAAAAApQ/HhbdsBKN8JE/s72-c/no_work__good_life_by_EbruSidarPortrait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-4800474779800858361</id><published>2009-12-17T08:02:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-17T08:06:53.571+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snowfilled lounge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everlasting love'/><title type='text'>Love at first snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SymYlXRuo6I/AAAAAAAAAng/RDckI-0kkzQ/s1600-h/__@@perfectoooooooooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416027794560689058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SymYlXRuo6I/AAAAAAAAAng/RDckI-0kkzQ/s320/__%40%40perfectoooooooooo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;When i reached my stop, I exchanged a shy look with Joshua. His deep blue eyes have left me numb since the day i saw him. Now i knew, why all the drama about my dressing this early morning. Joshua was back to office after a very long vacation. I wished he didn't get engage to some one during his vacation. So as i sat beside him waiting for the bus, i quickly scanned his finger. When his honey filled voice called my name, Hey Zoeeeeeeee, i smiled. I started remabling about everything that happened in his absence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;That's when the bus arrived. We both boarded the bus. I was shy to sit beside him. My loss was her gain. A young beautiful girl sat beside him. Which made m jealous as hell. and my mind stopped working, I was not sure if my heart was working. That's exactly when i realised two things, that i am madly in love with him and its freezing cold outside.And i am dressed for summer. Huh! The castle i built in the air vanished just like the air. I hit the rock bottom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The whole day in my work place i was not sure if i knew what was going on around me. I was completely lost.I just wanted to go home and cry loudly. I left office early. As i stepped outside i saw the snow flakes.The first snow fall of the year.The beautiful snow didn't change my mood.I sat alone in the bus. Slowly the bus started getting filled. I saw Josh getting in. When he sat beside me i didn't know how to react. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I felt warm sitting beside him. When i saw his smile, i forgot that i was angry. He started telling me about his trip. When we got down, he asked me if i would like to walk with him. I nodded my head in response. He laughed at me, and gave me his coat. As we walked he held my hand.I was not quite sure what was happening. We sat by the tree side. The view was breathtaking. He said, Zoe, "she is not my girl friend". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I could feel that my face went all red with the rush of blood. He took my face in his hands and kissed me on my lips.&lt;br /&gt;I felt warm and safe in his arms. My Love at first snow was pretty awesome! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Originally posted for &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://weandwords.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Writer's Lounge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/4133311017225366814-4800474779800858361?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4800474779800858361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=4800474779800858361&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/4800474779800858361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/4800474779800858361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-at-first-snow.html' title='Love at first snow!'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SymYlXRuo6I/AAAAAAAAAng/RDckI-0kkzQ/s72-c/__%40%40perfectoooooooooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-8452474061109145629</id><published>2009-12-02T20:43:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-03T15:43:04.757+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>With Love,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SxaHUXhxTdI/AAAAAAAAAnM/RufZQwRGghY/s1600-h/tears_in_the_moonlight_by_cryptic_sacrifice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410660786315021778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SxaHUXhxTdI/AAAAAAAAAnM/RufZQwRGghY/s320/tears_in_the_moonlight_by_cryptic_sacrifice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To,&lt;br /&gt;My dearest Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its that day of the year again, when i first caught you staring at me. Those are the memories i am hanging on to my love. Our first meet, first kiss are still so fresh in my memory.I just thought of writing you a love letter. Yea, i know, you would have said "how silly of you sugar"!! But love, how else can i tell you how much i love you!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the chocolate wrappers i showed you!? I still remember the way you laughed at me. Deep down you knew how much i treasured our love. Those red roses, which you said were your symbol of love for me, are still in that old notebook. Roses have dried up, but the memory is still so fresh. And those silly poems you wrote as a joke, i read them every single day. Believe me, as i always said they are just too romantic!! Mushi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How jealous i used to get when you used to look at other girls. I miss those silly fights and crying for no reason. Love, do you remember when i used to just start fighting for no reason, you used to ask me Sugar, Are you on your periods or something!? God! Love, you know that makes me laugh so hard now. I am so sorry i troubled you a lot with my silliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one complaint,love. Life isn't as good as it was with you. I feel like i have lost a part of me. The part which i shared is still with you. I am sure you would have said, Sugar, stop reading those novels. you talk like one tragic heroine of the books you read.And it was funny to watch you say those words and also laugh hard. Oh! How much you loved pulling my leg until i cried. But then again your one kiss used to work wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing love, you don't have to worry about me now. I have a grip on myself. And i am doing just fine. I am reading books, listening to our favourite love songs. In fact i watched Titanic the other day all alone. Can you believe that!? But yea, i missed you terribly, love. I am not skipping meals nor getting drunk and dancing around. I am eating on time, meeting friends.I am just being your good girl. Just as i promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is just around the corner, and i have to start shopping. I know it would be boring without you. BTW, how is heaven!? Is it just the way we talked about? I am sure all your pain might have vanished. Tell god that i am angry with him. What about Santa? Is he just like we imagined? I am just waiting eagerly to be with you there. Its totally unfair for us to live in two different world. Cuz i am incomplete without you. And this world some how find it difficult to understand me, unlike you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                            I Love You Forever. I Miss You !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                                                                                             With Love ,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                             Sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-8452474061109145629?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8452474061109145629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=8452474061109145629&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/8452474061109145629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/8452474061109145629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/12/with-love.html' title='With Love,'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SxaHUXhxTdI/AAAAAAAAAnM/RufZQwRGghY/s72-c/tears_in_the_moonlight_by_cryptic_sacrifice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-6373932140512541914</id><published>2009-11-27T22:04:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-27T22:56:24.886+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Royalty'/><title type='text'>The Virgin Queen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408835689243188994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SxALZvHLnwI/AAAAAAAAAnE/LxcZ9cviLz0/s320/~~~~.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Queen Elizabeth I of England, popularly known as The virgin Queen is one of the most powerful women i have ever read about.Her compassion and bravery has left me spellbound. The fact that her highness is called a virgin queen fascinates me. For a Queen like Elizabeth, a very pasionate woman, to remain unmarried and childless made her slip into the history written in gold. While her virginity remains a mystery. I have always been interested in history of different country. Not that i have read plenty. But of little what i have read, the chapter of &lt;em&gt;The Virgin Queen&lt;/em&gt; would always remain close to my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The Queen ruled the country of England and Ireland for 45 years, which was Called as the Golden Era. She must have been an extra ordinary woman for she still continue to influence a girl like me. Such an enigmatic queen in the history. She could have been so different in her life. She could have chosen a man of her choice, which she never did. Was it because of her obsessive love for her country which made her submit her whole life in shaping the nation like her own baby!? It could be the reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;A very rare woman, a very rare Queen indeed. A Queen in a very true sense. Who went down the history for not just being another queen, but for ruling her country with her heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;She, till today is a unsolved mystery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-6373932140512541914?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6373932140512541914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=6373932140512541914&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/6373932140512541914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/6373932140512541914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/11/virgin-queen.html' title='The Virgin Queen!'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SxALZvHLnwI/AAAAAAAAAnE/LxcZ9cviLz0/s72-c/~~~~.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-6503501401677980649</id><published>2009-11-25T21:28:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-25T21:54:01.653+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surreal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Dreamlike!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sw1YdF9VRzI/AAAAAAAAAm8/AxqMSKlVEFw/s1600/~!~!~!~!Chasing_Dreams_by_Eternal_Salvation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408075984380708658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sw1YdF9VRzI/AAAAAAAAAm8/AxqMSKlVEFw/s320/~!~!~!~!Chasing_Dreams_by_Eternal_Salvation.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like to drift away in my own surreal world. Where my imagination come to life.The reality is too hard to understand.Its cruel and harsh.But in my world, i am safe. My deep dark secrets are safe with me. Thats why i get scared to get into the real world. My world to me is like slipping into flip-flops after wearing high heels whole day.Its far more relaxing and also makes me feel how burdened i was. Going to the world of reality is like getting lost in the woods, coming back home safe is like getting lost in my surreal world!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it doesn't make me strong. Cuz i am scared even in my own world.I wonder if am strong enough to fall in love again. I am scared getting hurt again.I am scared to see my heart broken again. But will the world understand this!?Is the world started thinking, i have a strong back bone and i am a tough girl!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That makes me laugh, cuz deep down i am just like any other normal girl.I might pretend like i don't care. I might fight back my tears. But i cant suppress my fears and emotions for long. I know i will break down one day.I am as fragile as every girl out there. The emotional breakdown, mood swings never leave me. Its like i am carrying them wherever i go. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The strange dreams i dream, some i remember when i wake up and some forgotten. Sadly i am not smart enough to interpret my dreams.I feel like life talks to us through our dreams, trying to tell us whats next. But again, i am scared to dream, cuz every dream doesn't come true. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I struggle to balance the real and surreal world. In my world,When the dusk falls, i cant wait to see the moon rising. I know its watching me.And i know there is nothing as beautiful as the new moon. Every morning when i leave to the real world, i have to pretend that sun is just a boiling object and butterfly is just an insect. Strange, isnt it. When a butterfly sits on me, its the perfect ecstasy for me. A very beautiful feeling, which the real world would never understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why i am happy to live in a world, where sun is not just a sun, but my morning star. Where the moon is the love symbol and stars just don't stop shining on me. The world where some fairies come down to earth when the dusk falls.The world where i can be just me and dont have to pretend. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We Just need to go to the other side of the river to experiance the &lt;em&gt;dreamlike&lt;/em&gt; world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/4133311017225366814-6503501401677980649?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sw1YdF9VRzI/AAAAAAAAAm8/AxqMSKlVEFw/s72-c/~!~!~!~!Chasing_Dreams_by_Eternal_Salvation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-5607018964476428963</id><published>2009-11-25T09:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-25T09:21:54.185+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Just a thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cry as hard as you want to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Just make sure when you stop crying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;You will never  cry again for the same reason&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/4133311017225366814-5607018964476428963?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5607018964476428963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=5607018964476428963&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/5607018964476428963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/5607018964476428963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-thought.html' title='Just a thought'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-3094337420439265881</id><published>2009-11-23T22:28:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:07:00.946+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Road Romeo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SwrGURV-5oI/AAAAAAAAAms/IhkVEjuLbiU/s1600/0000hot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407352354166990466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SwrGURV-5oI/AAAAAAAAAms/IhkVEjuLbiU/s320/0000hot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;On the road u bumped into me&lt;br /&gt;Picking my books, u said sorry&lt;br /&gt;Your smile convinced me, thats when&lt;br /&gt;Your fingers touched mine slightly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking together we talked all the way&lt;br /&gt;I thought, he is not bad any way&lt;br /&gt;Your presence made me a li'l weak&lt;br /&gt;I guess we have a chance to click&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ordered my favourite maggie&lt;br /&gt;Along with it chocolate brownie&lt;br /&gt;The way you treated me was brill&lt;br /&gt;Never thought i had to pay the bill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you will drop me home&lt;br /&gt;I grinned like a cartoon&lt;br /&gt;You asked me to get down at signal&lt;br /&gt;Which was not at all gentle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fantasy quickly disappeared&lt;br /&gt;When i saw you flirting with that jerk head&lt;br /&gt;I thought you would be my hero&lt;br /&gt;Damn!U proved you are just another &lt;em&gt;Road Romeo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Why do you care what i feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Stop pretending, You are so uncool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Stop tryin,You will go nowhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Get a life, cuz i don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;PS: Raj ho ya Rohit, sab ek jaise hai Damn It!! :D:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Just tried some diff poetry :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-3094337420439265881?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3094337420439265881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=3094337420439265881&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/3094337420439265881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/3094337420439265881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/11/road-romeo.html' title='Road Romeo!'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SwrGURV-5oI/AAAAAAAAAms/IhkVEjuLbiU/s72-c/0000hot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-4077903042338626325</id><published>2009-11-22T00:24:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-22T00:53:37.916+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fairy tale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magical.'/><title type='text'>Fairy dust!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Swg8rBelOyI/AAAAAAAAAmk/0JJSMzmclbs/s1600/2fairy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406638062487026466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Swg8rBelOyI/AAAAAAAAAmk/0JJSMzmclbs/s320/2fairy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Swg5LCCKfJI/AAAAAAAAAmc/OlVvLkpqvgM/s1600/1111tatsmeeee.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Life is full of surprises. You know why!? Cuz one fine morning you just wake up lazily. Go to the window and pull the curtains, n what you see is its snowing in your town. Now that's definitely a pleasant surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walking down the lane lost in your thoughts and bump into some one, which is quite not a surprise, may b u need to b a li'l careful next time.But some days Later you bump into the same person again, well that's not a coincidence. Its a surprise.That's your destiny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have this magic box full of unseen surprise gifts. Gifts like love, passion,courage, happiness. Do we open our gifts or did we just forget that we have one!? Even i am not quite sure if i have opened mine yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Surprisingly i have stopped chasing something, which i had no clue about. May be somethings aren't meant be chased.I realised its right here with me, in that invisible box. Now i just let it free and come to me. I need to listen to my heart and do what it says. They say if you listen to what your heart says you will never go wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what i am trying to do. I am just setting myself free. Spreading my wings, cuz i know now i am ready to fly. Fly away like a butterfly..Its not just a metaphor i am talking about. We do really have those unseen wings, but it takes a life to realise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now is that unfair!? Well i don't think so. Its our fault if we don't know what we have with us. We have a tremendous power to make a huge difference in our lives. I have this gift called smile, which i cant just stop. I guess that's my fairy tale power or gift. I believe that, if not all but at least i leave few enchanted with my smile. May be it brightens up some one's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt to be strong when things aren't goin pretty well. Things never turn up the way i want any way, so why worry about it!? I just need to keep walking, and i believe that some day when i am unaware of whats gonna happen next, a magical door will open up unexpectedly and bring me the whole lot of surprises. Just the feeling of it keeps me going in life. I dunno whether its hope or faith. But it works for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't end here.The struggle continues. It only makes us stronger day by day.  might not be smiling all the time. Some days i could be crying hard for no reason.I might lose something precious some day. Amidst of all this struggle i will remember that i still have plenty of surprise gifts to open up. Some, might be small, some too big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope when we are given choices, will choose the right one. But surprises don't ask us to choose. They just come on our way. Leaving us wondering,how did we get this lucky. Reality is Some one out there knows what exactly we deserve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One shouldn't stop dreaming when some tales in life doesn't have happy endings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dream up a new one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each one of our life is a fairy tale. So why not live like one!?&lt;br /&gt;Just don't forget to sprinkle the fairy dust in your life! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4133311017225366814-4077903042338626325?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4077903042338626325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=4077903042338626325&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/4077903042338626325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/4077903042338626325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/11/fairy-dust.html' title='Fairy dust!'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Swg8rBelOyI/AAAAAAAAAmk/0JJSMzmclbs/s72-c/2fairy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-5203358553260231569</id><published>2009-11-17T22:10:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:29:32.683+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Smile is Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SwLUcycz3LI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Dhr4GwJgxt4/s1600/Solstice_Night_by_ForestGirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405116093842054322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SwLUcycz3LI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Dhr4GwJgxt4/s320/Solstice_Night_by_ForestGirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its so hard to pretend that everything is okay and smile, While deep down you are hiding your pain. Walking with a broken pieces of heart hurts more than a wounded knee.When the sad song comes up you think of him. While walking alone you wish for him to hold your hand. When it feels cold, you wish for him to hold you tight and never let go. The sad time they say will pass by and brings happy time. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But life gets tired of waiting for that happiness, you get used to your misery.The happiness comes n goes, without making a hush. Its funny how we keep looking for it.When will this pain really goes away!?Why is life so hard at some point of time. Every day i feel its falling apart. N i keep searching for the pieces. IS that it? Is that the purpose of my soul!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The music i thought would heal me one day. But now it doesn't make any sense.Nothing feels good. Who says walking in the rain washes your pain and tears?Its just that the sky is weeping at your broken heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh! how i feel like ruining away from the crowd and lock myself in the room. My loneliness kills me, but still it comforts me too. I don't want anybody see me crying.Life is so cruel some times. The day time, sunshine doesn't cheer me up.The nights i wish never comes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How i wish this suffering ends here and give me some peace. But life is of course a stubborn lesson you are forced to learn. I just wish after years when i iook back, the suffering would be worth. Life for me is like a math question.Phew! Just the thought of it makes me run away. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It makes me think again. Whats the point of running away, any way!? Yeaaa i dunno what i am running away from, whom i am trying to ignore. N hell yeaaaa i dunno what i want from my life. Its weird but some times i feel i am growing younger, just like Ben button. Cuz i am supposed to be more matured for my age. But the real me is as confused as a new born baby. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They say what you give to life it gives you back! Damn! I feel like cursing the one who said this. What else should i give to life!? I am done being a good girl and getting my heart bloody broken eavery time.To hell with people who create unnecessary drama in my life. The first thing i am gonna do is to be strong even when my life is fallin apart. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am done running away. I am done faking my smile.For once i really, truly wanna live my life happily.. I just wanna stop being pathetic. Guess i need to get a life :( &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/4133311017225366814-5203358553260231569?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5203358553260231569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=5203358553260231569&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/5203358553260231569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/5203358553260231569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/11/smile-is-broken.html' title='Smile is Broken'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SwLUcycz3LI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Dhr4GwJgxt4/s72-c/Solstice_Night_by_ForestGirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-4252602026051922248</id><published>2009-11-14T22:17:00.015+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-14T23:15:10.532+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Love You'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magical Love'/><title type='text'>Will You !?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sv7qlO638LI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Q1U6okqdg-U/s1600-h/love01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404014528272265394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sv7qlO638LI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Q1U6okqdg-U/s320/love01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you hold my hand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And walk with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To the fairy land &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just you and me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you be my side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the moonlit beach &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just to dance &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To the music of sea &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sv7qV5rtBVI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/PjoT-507hUg/s1600-h/love1`].bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404014264873452882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sv7qV5rtBVI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/PjoT-507hUg/s320/love1%60%5D.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sv7mEq5h40I/AAAAAAAAAko/jBjfdrfV4PI/s1600-h/love1`].bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you pluck the stars &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To fill my palms &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just make a wish &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the star falls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you be my strength&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When i lose my hope &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuz the ray of light&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comes from the way you smile &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sv7pcg3EGuI/AAAAAAAAAlI/upQsS4Ts6OE/s1600-h/People_will_say_we__re_in_love_by_alangm007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404013278957673186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sv7pcg3EGuI/AAAAAAAAAlI/upQsS4Ts6OE/s320/People_will_say_we__re_in_love_by_alangm007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sv7lFO5l3KI/AAAAAAAAAkg/WoSCTWQA4bM/s1600-h/koil.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you sing my fav song &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of romance and love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just to make me smile &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When i am crying hard &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you blow me a kiss &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you go away &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leaving behind your heart &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just to be with me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sv7o8BHOEoI/AAAAAAAAAlA/Wz-OmQOcO6Q/s1600-h/wowwwwwww.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404012720679686786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sv7o8BHOEoI/AAAAAAAAAlA/Wz-OmQOcO6Q/s320/wowwwwwww.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;When it pours outside&lt;br /&gt;Just be my rainbow&lt;br /&gt;And my sunshine &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you whisper I Love You&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;With a tender kiss&lt;br /&gt;And a warm hug &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sv7oAgagjaI/AAAAAAAAAk4/OBaOYp3A0zw/s1600-h/6a00d8343887e453ef00e55113cc9c8833-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404011698289937826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sv7oAgagjaI/AAAAAAAAAk4/OBaOYp3A0zw/s320/6a00d8343887e453ef00e55113cc9c8833-800wi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you kiss me in the rain&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dancing under the moon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thats when the magic will unfold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From deep within my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you look at the moon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When i am not around you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And think of me&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The way i look at it to find you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you love me&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today and tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Promise me you'll be mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For now and forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will You!? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&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/4133311017225366814-4252602026051922248?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4252602026051922248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=4252602026051922248&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/4252602026051922248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/4252602026051922248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/11/will-you.html' title='Will You !?'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sv7qlO638LI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Q1U6okqdg-U/s72-c/love01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-2224467871785615057</id><published>2009-11-11T22:10:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-11T22:39:15.198+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acrostic poetry'/><title type='text'>Dressed To Kill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SvrqEOd7yLI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/ofpiIJiWidM/s1600-h/dressedtokill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402888061308356786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SvrqEOd7yLI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/ofpiIJiWidM/s320/dressedtokill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dazzle in the eye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ravishing boots high&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Envious curves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sizzling scarves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sensuous skirt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enriched velvet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diamond studded belt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twinkling charm bracelet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Opal, bright on shirt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Killer looks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Image of a goddess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lass with a class&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leaving you breathless&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posted for &lt;a href="http://acrosticonly.blogspot.com/"&gt;Acrostics&lt;/a&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/4133311017225366814-2224467871785615057?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2224467871785615057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=2224467871785615057&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/2224467871785615057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/2224467871785615057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/11/dressed-to-kill.html' title='Dressed To Kill'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SvrqEOd7yLI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/ofpiIJiWidM/s72-c/dressedtokill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-8986716756137148282</id><published>2009-11-10T23:38:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-11T00:23:23.755+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love Or Crush!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Svm2OUZHA0I/AAAAAAAAAkI/a5qxQlHj3NI/s1600-h/When_Love_Come_Shining_by_Jayantara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402549585116070722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Svm2OUZHA0I/AAAAAAAAAkI/a5qxQlHj3NI/s320/When_Love_Come_Shining_by_Jayantara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                            You smile at me and suddenly i feel everything is alright&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you hold my hand, i know my tiny world is safe&lt;br /&gt;Your tender kiss set my world on fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Svm0pzF-xNI/AAAAAAAAAkA/ritSAswmVDk/s1600-h/The_kiss_by_jezustin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402547858190550226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Svm0pzF-xNI/AAAAAAAAAkA/ritSAswmVDk/s320/The_kiss_by_jezustin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The way you gaze at me makes me breathless.&lt;br /&gt;Your hot breath on my neck makes me so weak. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Svmy9u81BRI/AAAAAAAAAjg/8PJoY4Jg4FU/s1600-h/2qib6nc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402546001652548882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Svmy9u81BRI/AAAAAAAAAjg/8PJoY4Jg4FU/s320/2qib6nc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your absence makes me lose my mind!&lt;br /&gt;When you talk to other girls, i feel so weird in my tummy&lt;br /&gt;I innocently decide to punish you, thats when i stop sayin "hi"to you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Svmy-Drw4MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/LrBV5dNEXN8/s1600-h/125035__walk_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402546007218118850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Svmy-Drw4MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/LrBV5dNEXN8/s320/125035__walk_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding my hand you dance just to steal my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting with you and watching the millions of gazing stars feels like the right thing to do. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Svmy9Xq3O6I/AAAAAAAAAjY/QU4xsa1aaN0/s1600-h/1051820522_fde160e976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402545995403180962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Svmy9Xq3O6I/AAAAAAAAAjY/QU4xsa1aaN0/s320/1051820522_fde160e976.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                        Just wanna say i miss you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you even when you are around &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just wish its better be love n not just another crush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4133311017225366814-8986716756137148282?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8986716756137148282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=8986716756137148282&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/8986716756137148282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/8986716756137148282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-or-crush.html' title='Love Or Crush!?'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Svm2OUZHA0I/AAAAAAAAAkI/a5qxQlHj3NI/s72-c/When_Love_Come_Shining_by_Jayantara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-8882223426766865396</id><published>2009-11-09T19:03:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-09T19:46:12.763+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acrostic poetry'/><title type='text'>Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SvgivNoeGoI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/ii0dEyNtb4g/s1600-h/Angels01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402105947539511938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SvgivNoeGoI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/ii0dEyNtb4g/s320/Angels01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;oly Mansion&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;ternal kingdom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;geless life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;ictory crowned&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;legent angels&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;oble temple&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Posted for &lt;a href="http://acrosticonly.blogspot.com/"&gt;Acrostics&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;PS: Phew! It was a tough job.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-8882223426766865396?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8882223426766865396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=8882223426766865396&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/8882223426766865396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/8882223426766865396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/11/heaven.html' title='Heaven'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SvgivNoeGoI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/ii0dEyNtb4g/s72-c/Angels01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-8034187181691738560</id><published>2009-11-07T19:57:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-07T20:03:07.988+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acrostic poetry'/><title type='text'>America</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SvWEgGHcevI/AAAAAAAAAjI/gmIe4dSfJ8s/s1600-h/Statue_Of_Liberty_%20NewYork%20_Harbor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401369015033297650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SvWEgGHcevI/AAAAAAAAAjI/gmIe4dSfJ8s/s320/Statue_Of_Liberty_%2520NewYork%2520_Harbor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;mazing New-York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;esmerising LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;nchanting Vegas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;omantic California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;cy Alaska&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;ute Obama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;n absolute wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted for &lt;a href="http://acrosticonly.blogspot.com/"&gt;Acrostic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : In love wit the beautiful country - USA&lt;br /&gt;Vasudha 07/11/2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-8034187181691738560?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8034187181691738560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=8034187181691738560&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/8034187181691738560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/8034187181691738560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/11/america.html' title='America'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SvWEgGHcevI/AAAAAAAAAjI/gmIe4dSfJ8s/s72-c/Statue_Of_Liberty_%2520NewYork%2520_Harbor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-4768850725732629385</id><published>2009-10-31T21:02:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:03:24.298+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everlasting love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magical Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Cinderella</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SuxiZMnOZUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/uRDc2du0rfU/s1600-h/Cinderella_by_titusboy25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398798238332380482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SuxiZMnOZUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/uRDc2du0rfU/s320/Cinderella_by_titusboy25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was dressed in a worst way possible for no reason and walking rather a haunted road.As usual ear phones in my ears, i was carefully listening to the song.As it was best suited for my black mood.I wasn't sure if i was angry or upset cuz of my loneliness. I kept on walking, without knowing where i was headed to. I dint have any money to go for shopping.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was thinking about Cupid for know reason. I keep talking to him quite often.Asking him why he keep encountering me with his stupid arrow. The smell of spicy food caught my attention. Then i realised , i forgot to feed my poor stomach. I badly wished some one would take me for a dinner. But this thing called LUCK never strike to me on right time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I lost track of the path, i just turned back to trace back my road. I walked way too much lost in my never ending thoughts.As i was walking my Ipod stopped playing, Shit ! I should have charged it, i thought to myself. Now that music wasn't playing the road i had taken seem to be a very quiet, n a li'l darker than before.I again started to think, what if some one comes and try to mug me or kidnap me!? Well, it never happened to me before. I have seen lots of horror movies, so i kind of knew how to handle such situations. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I kept on walking slowly. I looked up at the sky, i found the moon beaming at me. I begged the stars to sprinkle some kind of luck on me. Hmmm it looked like This whole universe is just some cave like place where every thing is put in its place. Stars, after all mere stones may be! I was driving myself crazy with my weird thoughts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suddenly i jumped when the dog started barking from the top of the lungs. I couldn't actually make out from which house the dog was barking from. I looked back and found a man walking towards me. Good Lord, Did he read my mind n came here to kidnap me!? I asked quickly to god.. It felt liked he was smiling at me.I thought he must be that psycho my Friends have been warning me about.I couldn't clearly see his face in that darkness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I started walking swiftly, then started running. I saw him running right behind me. It felt like my mind went numb, n stopped working. I was thinkin hard whether to scream for help or not.Luck dint strike, but bad LUCK surely did. I twisted my ankle slightly n fell down. Shit! I said it out loud. He came so close to me  i was all set to scream. I caught a glimpse of his face. His deep black eyes, hypnotising smile struck my heart, He laughed out loud n helped me get up. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG! that was the boy i was so madly in love with, but never had the courage to say hi.My mouth was hung open wide. I realised i was looking like a stupid. Why on earth do we have meet like this. He brought me to real world. He said hi, n stretched his hands. I held his hands a little tight.My hands felt so small, in his tight grip. I saw you dropped your Ipod, i thought i ll return it n take you for coffee,he said without realising that i forgot to breath. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He returned my Ipod n i was still not ready to open my mouth to say. Its now or never, i thought.Thanks, i said in a rather faint voice.My clumsy dress made me so embarrassed. But still i couldn't stop staring at him.Well, by now he might have known that i am in some way crazy about him. He then took me for a dinner instead of coffee. All the way laughing at me until his eyes were filled with tears. He took me for a dinner , where i wished for some one to take me, Wow! Was that luck!?Or Cupid!? :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Through out the dinner, i found him very easy going. He put me at such ease, i forgot how badly dressed i was.He walked me to my room. He held my hand while walking. Silent walk holding his hand would always remain the most precious moments of my life : A walk to remember. I felt like Cinderella. Cinderella n her prince Henry walking the royal path. This thought felt so real to me. Cuz that night whatever i wished was granted to me.I made another wish silently. In my heart i wished, this boy right here, who has captured my heart, be my Prince charming.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He kissed me good night on my cheeks, which were a little cold. His warm lips made my heart skip a beat. He said, Now please go and sleep, don't think about walking at mid night, giving that smile away which makes me feel, my heart doesn't belong to me any more. I promised him i would sleep. I watched him walk away.Cupid finally struck me with right person. I blew a flying kiss to Cupid. How strange the night was, When i expected the least i received the most of it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I felt happy for myself. Thanks for the Shoe, oops i mean Ipod! :p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cinderella found her prince charming. What more could she ask of her life!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&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/4133311017225366814-4768850725732629385?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4768850725732629385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=4768850725732629385&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/4768850725732629385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/4768850725732629385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/10/cinderella.html' title='Cinderella'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SuxiZMnOZUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/uRDc2du0rfU/s72-c/Cinderella_by_titusboy25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-2366862029397741273</id><published>2009-10-14T00:27:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:52:15.050+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><title type='text'>Broken Angel!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/StTS0jGUZMI/AAAAAAAAAiw/ilOEG7e05ms/s1600-h/If_we_meet_again_by_vampire_zombie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392166454086100162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/StTS0jGUZMI/AAAAAAAAAiw/ilOEG7e05ms/s320/If_we_meet_again_by_vampire_zombie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life once takes a turn, you cant go back in time. Now i wonder what are my priorities in life!? I am growing older, but at the same time my confusion is also growing.When will i ever have a clear mind!?? When will i be able to clearly make a decision on my own!?? For pete's sake when will i really grow up!???? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honestly, I try really hard to understand this thing called LIFE!! Which makes me cry,laugh, forget things, prioritize everything, .. Why cant i live a life of eve in a garden of Edan, but of course without Satan poisoning her mind..Why am i Cupid's victim every single time!???Why do i struggle to be perfect! Why on earth should i behave myself in office?? I mean nobody is questioning me though..I feel like my charm is slippin away ... Dunno wat to do!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its funny how priorities keep on changing in life without our knowledge.When we get what we wanted the most we lose the fun of the game, taking that thing for granted. We realise the value only when we lose it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone are the days when i used to write every tiny detail about m crazy outings, Scary night outs.. Gone are the sweet days i used stay awake till late night like an owl thinkin about Edward Cullen[ Not tat i don think abt him now ]But things have changed.. My priorities in life have changed as wel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But Of Course Love has its own top priority.. N music as well.Friends came and departed.. At some point life was shattered into pieces..Life moves on, no matter what happens around us.. We get used to the changes so very well without knowing. Now when i look back, i feel what a drastic change!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I horribly miss curling up in my blanket and reading my favorite book. I miss eating hot maggie while watching a movie. I miss my silly writings. I miss my poems.I miss my blog!I miss every little thing which once made me happy.Like Sidney Sheldon, how his books made me go crazy. Harry potter, how i so badly wanted that wand, and kiss harry at least once..Edward Cullen Irresistible lovable vampire loving me in my dreams.. Avril's songs ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am missing something, but dunno what!? Some things in life changes, i agree. But some facts like my confusion is stubborn to fade away!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am still the same old Confused girl !! Your same old &lt;em&gt;Broken Angel &lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-2366862029397741273?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2366862029397741273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=2366862029397741273&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/2366862029397741273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/2366862029397741273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/10/broken-angel.html' title='Broken Angel!'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/StTS0jGUZMI/AAAAAAAAAiw/ilOEG7e05ms/s72-c/If_we_meet_again_by_vampire_zombie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-1499540557662029827</id><published>2009-08-29T17:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-29T17:50:44.067+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Bday MJ!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;After ages i am writing something. Wel its all cuz today's MJ's bday..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How badly i miss him :(.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was jus shufflin the channels n found out that VH1 has contributed this day for his songs,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was amazing watching all his songs back to back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All i wanna say is A Very happy birthday to MJ.  Though you weren't with us today, we celebrated ur bday with ur &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;music.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S I Love you More .. Miss You!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-1499540557662029827?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1499540557662029827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=1499540557662029827&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/1499540557662029827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/1499540557662029827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-bday-mj.html' title='Happy Bday MJ!!'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-8752766013274093058</id><published>2009-08-05T12:44:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-05T12:51:03.483+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acrostic poetry'/><title type='text'>First Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SnkyveAqrCI/AAAAAAAAAig/_MyqoO8EMzI/s1600-h/istock-000002623099xsmall-tm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366376222079757346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SnkyveAqrCI/AAAAAAAAAig/_MyqoO8EMzI/s320/istock-000002623099xsmall-tm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;ancy treat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;nteresting feast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;eddened cheeks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;hy crimson face&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;alking in silence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;eceiving each other&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;cting very cool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;rying to impress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;verReady to take a chance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posted for &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://acrosticonly.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acrostics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&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/4133311017225366814-8752766013274093058?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8752766013274093058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=8752766013274093058&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/8752766013274093058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/8752766013274093058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-date.html' title='First Date'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SnkyveAqrCI/AAAAAAAAAig/_MyqoO8EMzI/s72-c/istock-000002623099xsmall-tm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-7215364682696213684</id><published>2009-07-28T11:38:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-28T14:56:36.321+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pearl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acrostic poetry'/><title type='text'>Moonlight Melodies ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sm6dj9seTwI/AAAAAAAAAiA/wdNsNVTplPk/s1600-h/Moonlit_night_by_Pygar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363397447426920194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sm6dj9seTwI/AAAAAAAAAiA/wdNsNVTplPk/s320/Moonlit_night_by_Pygar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Majestic moon&lt;br /&gt;On the horizon&lt;br /&gt;Overlay its shimmer&lt;br /&gt;Nature filled with glitter&lt;br /&gt;Laces of moon rays&lt;br /&gt;Illusion in many ways&lt;br /&gt;Glows like a pearl&lt;br /&gt;Heaven's precious jewel&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of stars display marvel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Musical notes in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Enchanting stars so high&lt;br /&gt;Lavish lashes of musical strings&lt;br /&gt;On the cloud, mellow sound it brings&lt;br /&gt;Dancing to the tune of new moon&lt;br /&gt;Immersed in the pleasure alone&lt;br /&gt;Enigmatic view of the falling sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Starry night takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Posted for &lt;a href="http://acrosticonly.blogspot.com/"&gt;Acrostics Only&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-7215364682696213684?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7215364682696213684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=7215364682696213684&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/7215364682696213684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/7215364682696213684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/moonlight-melodies.html' title='Moonlight Melodies ...'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sm6dj9seTwI/AAAAAAAAAiA/wdNsNVTplPk/s72-c/Moonlit_night_by_Pygar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-8761551943066990388</id><published>2009-07-20T12:33:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-21T08:19:48.874+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mercy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acrostic poetry'/><title type='text'>How Great Thou Art ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SmQp9M48uCI/AAAAAAAAAh4/XZgKGkndV1I/s1600-h/#01Saviour.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360455587886577698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SmQp9M48uCI/AAAAAAAAAh4/XZgKGkndV1I/s320/%2301Saviour.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Heavens, you created with one word&lt;br /&gt;Ordered the earth to rotate around&lt;br /&gt;Wonders of the universe make me spellbound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory of your throne, seen so close&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow reminds me of your promise&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting love, you poured on us&lt;br /&gt;Awesome God you are, broke all my curses&lt;br /&gt;Took away all my sins on the holy cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twinkling stars you made, to shine on me&lt;br /&gt;Handsome Moon just to beam at me&lt;br /&gt;Oceans roaring loud, praise your glory&lt;br /&gt;Under sky your creation praise your mercy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing grace you bestowed&lt;br /&gt;Redeemer of the sinful world&lt;br /&gt;Together we pray in one accord&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/4133311017225366814-8761551943066990388?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8761551943066990388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=8761551943066990388&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/8761551943066990388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/8761551943066990388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-great-thou-art.html' title='How Great Thou Art ..'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SmQp9M48uCI/AAAAAAAAAh4/XZgKGkndV1I/s72-c/%2301Saviour.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-7513305955157837925</id><published>2009-07-20T09:03:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:41:28.514+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>GOD, Why Me???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SmPqOT_fuJI/AAAAAAAAAhw/bSg4k8XO4kc/s1600-h/##Arthur.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360385513106684050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SmPqOT_fuJI/AAAAAAAAAhw/bSg4k8XO4kc/s320/%23%23Arthur.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arthur Ashe, the legendary Wimbledon player from USA was dying of AIDS which he got due to infected blood he received during a heart surgery in 1983. From world over, he received letters from his fans, one of which conveyed: “Why does GOD have to select you for such a bad disease"?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To this Arthur Ashe replied: “The world over - 50 million children start playing &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a id="Y6359667S0" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tennis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, 5 million learn to play tennis, 500,000 learn professional tennis, 50,000 come to the circuit, 5000 reach the grand slam, 50 reach Wimbledon, 4 to semi final, 2 to the finals, when I was holding a cup I never asked GOD ‘Why me?’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SmPqN8lfK2I/AAAAAAAAAho/KvLg4bFcJxw/s1600-h/#01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360385506823580514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SmPqN8lfK2I/AAAAAAAAAho/KvLg4bFcJxw/s320/%2301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness keeps you Sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Trials keep you Strong,&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow keeps you Human,&lt;br /&gt;Failure keeps you Humble&lt;br /&gt;Success keeps you Glowing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but only&lt;br /&gt;Faith &amp;amp; Attitude Keeps you Going… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have great hopes and dare to go all out for them, Have great dreams and dare to live them, Have tremendous expectations and believe in them .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Arthur Ashe.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought : "One prayer can change the moment, one moment can change the day, One day can change your life" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-7513305955157837925?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7513305955157837925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=7513305955157837925&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/7513305955157837925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/7513305955157837925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/god-why-me-inspirational.html' title='GOD, Why Me???'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SmPqOT_fuJI/AAAAAAAAAhw/bSg4k8XO4kc/s72-c/%23%23Arthur.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-4168938106987136269</id><published>2009-07-17T11:39:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-17T11:43:51.412+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acrostic poetry'/><title type='text'>Kissing..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Kindle fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Soothing touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Seductive lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Intense pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Naughty desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Grows higher&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/4133311017225366814-4168938106987136269?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4168938106987136269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=4168938106987136269&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/4168938106987136269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/4168938106987136269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/kissing.html' title='Kissing..'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-3498128345850221081</id><published>2009-07-16T11:49:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-16T12:00:57.027+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graveyard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acrostic poetry'/><title type='text'>One Foot In The Grave ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sl7IL_kQ0UI/AAAAAAAAAhI/cRlqbntMLIE/s1600-h/0#.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358940714985115970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sl7IL_kQ0UI/AAAAAAAAAhI/cRlqbntMLIE/s320/0%23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;On a dark cold night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Narrow street whispers in silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Echoing the unheard voice of the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Frighting creepy sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Owl scorching me with delight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Odd sounds of my thumping heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Trembling my traitor feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Invisible shadows crawling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;nearing me smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Thunder increasing my heart beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Haunted graveyard acting polite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Eagerly waiting for the blood filled feast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ghosts of the forgotten past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Roar with the regretting laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Afraid of the life saving light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Valley of unsaved soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Enters the burning deep hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Posted for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://acrosticonly.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Acrostics Only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;PS: Graveyard My all time fav topic :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&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/4133311017225366814-3498128345850221081?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3498128345850221081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=3498128345850221081&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/3498128345850221081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/3498128345850221081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-foot-in-grave.html' title='One Foot In The Grave ..'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sl7IL_kQ0UI/AAAAAAAAAhI/cRlqbntMLIE/s72-c/0%23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-4789704403211741153</id><published>2009-07-16T10:01:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:56:35.279+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Love You'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everlasting love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acrostic poetry'/><title type='text'>Unforgettable ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sl6uVm2IrWI/AAAAAAAAAhA/WjoxkKnzFwI/s1600-h/~0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358912292845563234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sl6uVm2IrWI/AAAAAAAAAhA/WjoxkKnzFwI/s320/~0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;U&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ndying&lt;/span&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;N&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everending&lt;/span&gt; talks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;F&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rom&lt;/span&gt; dusk till dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; old memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;R&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;eminds&lt;/span&gt; me of the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;G&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;orgeous&lt;/span&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nchanting&lt;/span&gt; me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ogether&lt;/span&gt; we lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;T&lt;/em&gt;ill your purpose was served&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt;long my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;eside&lt;/span&gt; me you stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;L&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;oving&lt;/span&gt; you more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ven&lt;/span&gt; when you are gone !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;PS, I Love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A dedication to My favourite Holly and Gerry. &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/4133311017225366814-4789704403211741153?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4789704403211741153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=4789704403211741153&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/4789704403211741153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/4789704403211741153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/unforgettable.html' title='Unforgettable ..'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sl6uVm2IrWI/AAAAAAAAAhA/WjoxkKnzFwI/s72-c/~0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-5177074193917091842</id><published>2009-07-15T11:16:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-15T12:15:38.288+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedication'/><title type='text'>You Guys ROCK !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sl15qRavemI/AAAAAAAAAg4/TlLY482acq8/s1600-h/friendship_notes_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358572898777791074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sl15qRavemI/AAAAAAAAAg4/TlLY482acq8/s320/friendship_notes_21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A new look for my blog baby. I like the new look. Its much lighter and bright. Though previous one was my favourite. Black is my fav colour. But this time just for a change i chose light coloured theme. The purpose of this post is to thank my friends for writing heart touching,emotional and some hilarious guest posts for me :). N of course revealing the evil me ^-^ .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sl15pzzMlYI/AAAAAAAAAgw/8QjMzHWp4og/s1600-h/animegirl34hd.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358572890827298178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sl15pzzMlYI/AAAAAAAAAgw/8QjMzHWp4og/s320/animegirl34hd.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First of all i would like to talk about my very close and best blog buddy swetha padakandla, who has been my silent admirer,supporter. She was my first follower.And till to this very day she is the one to comment on all my posts. A giant bear hug sweetie. Thanx for being my angel friend.Since i don't socialise much in blog town, i have very few friends. N swetha is one among very few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sl15pkRttuI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ToIXSdtBwgY/s1600-h/MAX1965~Good-Friends-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358572886660331234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sl15pkRttuI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ToIXSdtBwgY/s320/MAX1965~Good-Friends-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love and adore her a lot. For those who dunno her, she is as sweet as honey cake,as cuddly as pooh bear, n as naughty as me LOL !! Yes our thoughts,style are a bit similar. I forgot to ask her to teach me tulu btw :o .She is one gorgeous friend, gem of a person. Someone who could make a pillar to talk, stone to dance.Hmmm her talks might actually make you faint sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;We share a good bonding.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; We have been chatting since a very long time. Orkutting day and night, gtalk chatting are our old memories.Honey may god give you all the happiness in the world. I actually don;t believe in givin awards and all.Cuz they never convey my messages.God's blessings are our biggest awards.So here you go sweets, may god shower his blessings on you, and may ur life overflow with happiness..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sl13hOvKPzI/AAAAAAAAAgg/2BM_goZER30/s1600-h/anime+boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358570544416046898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sl13hOvKPzI/AAAAAAAAAgg/2BM_goZER30/s320/anime+boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arun Manipal basically a Manipal boy is my  best friend who knows me to the core.He is worried all the time about me, cuz he thinks i suffer from split personality. HuH! "Boys" ! *Rolling eyes to heaven* . He can't handle me, so he thinks like that. He is one crazy person on this earth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sl13gwNebCI/AAAAAAAAAgY/vJyhURdRcWk/s1600-h/best_friends_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358570536221699106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sl13gwNebCI/AAAAAAAAAgY/vJyhURdRcWk/s320/best_friends_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I pull his leg all the time. But he doesn't mind at all. He is always ready to laugh at my silly,rotten jokes.Calls me from far far away kingdom *some-desert-city-in-Dubai* on special occasions and on random days as well to make sure i am still alive and hoping the city is still safe in my presence !! All in all Arun is my best buddy. I call him goobe *OWL*.His pet name LoL !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He was the one to help me out to start my blog. Though he lives in a far away alien land, he proved that friendship has no barriers. I promise Arun our friendship will blossom like a Jasmine in a desert givin us the comfort with its fragrance.&lt;br /&gt;Muah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sl13glEFRAI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/66mvGvC4IoI/s1600-h/RedHairGreenEyesAnimeBoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358570533229511682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sl13glEFRAI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/66mvGvC4IoI/s320/RedHairGreenEyesAnimeBoy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now Big celebrity Mr.Pravil who has come into my big movie-like-life has played his role *i.e Monkey* pretty well. He is the one i take for granted.The one i keep bugging with my stupid stories.I have given him millions of movie list, which he never gonna watch though.Huge list of books also. He has seen me crying, bursting out into laughter in pin-drop silence.He has seen my mood swings, my anger, my heights of craziness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sl13gZCNovI/AAAAAAAAAgI/gth5fU8H7bU/s1600-h/friends1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358570530000446194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sl13gZCNovI/AAAAAAAAAgI/gth5fU8H7bU/s320/friends1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder how can any one handle a package-of-trouble *me* soooooooo easily????????????????????? I have always declared " I am not a regular chick, baby!! " I do weird things, i like crazy things. He knows that i am tooooooootally nutsssss. And i like getting insane. Thanx hon for bearing my madness .Thanx for listening to my so-boring stories. Thanx for being my RAINBOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sl13gG_WtHI/AAAAAAAAAgA/L50BOHy2ORo/s1600-h/wine_glass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358570525156619378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sl13gG_WtHI/AAAAAAAAAgA/L50BOHy2ORo/s320/wine_glass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love  you guys.You guys are the BEST !! Thanx a ton for making me feel special ..Thanx for giving the feel of celebration. All three of you took my requests seriously and wrote such beautiful posts. *Group hug* .But plz take bath before we hug. Now lets raise our glass, i wanna toast it to our everlasting, beautiful,crazy friendship !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Guys ROCK !! :~)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lub U &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VaSu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&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' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-5177074193917091842?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5177074193917091842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=5177074193917091842&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/5177074193917091842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/5177074193917091842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-guys-rock.html' title='You Guys ROCK !!'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sl15qRavemI/AAAAAAAAAg4/TlLY482acq8/s72-c/friendship_notes_21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-8312875803992681719</id><published>2009-07-13T15:57:00.024+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-14T12:55:00.505+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blossomblue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vasu'/><title type='text'>BlossomBlue Blossoms Forever - By Mr.Celebrity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SlsUkfC3AdI/AAAAAAAAAf0/kf7qhgmVrQ8/s1600-h/friends1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SlsSyEYcE3I/AAAAAAAAAfs/3Sd7qArwPsQ/s1600-h/Blue%20Flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357896833066341234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SlsSyEYcE3I/AAAAAAAAAfs/3Sd7qArwPsQ/s320/Blue%2520Flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Sunday, early morning at 2.00 AM. I was in my office, sitting in front of my favorite iMac, half asleep, covering my big ears with my headphone, lost myself in my own dreamland…. Suddenly my feet touched the ground and I came back to the senses hearing a male voice, echoing in my ears “Yo man… u know what… these bloody Indians sucks..! I am gonna sue Apple u bet…”, which hurted the very patriotic me. It was the genuine heart felt reaction of an American customer who got pissed of as the Apple technician didn’t pick up the call even after so many “hello”s and “u der”s… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanted to greet the customer to impress him (Customer is the King... smile when u talk to him, even if u r sitting pissed off getting screwed up by the manager.. hehe) and give opening script… but.. I was not getting words… OMG..! what is happening to me…? Nothing came to my mind. The only one thing came to my mind was the picture of a flower… just a flower….? …. Even I saw my desktop filled with flowers nothing else.!…. Blue flowers…. Everywhere….. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes Blossomblue………. !!!! &lt;/strong&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;/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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SlsSsMWEkyI/AAAAAAAAAfk/5qOO_kBvq6c/s1600-h/flach-tim-monkey-face-2410296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357896732124680994" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 238px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SlsSsMWEkyI/AAAAAAAAAfk/5qOO_kBvq6c/s320/flach-tim-monkey-face-2410296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; [Mr.Pravil - Big Celebrity Is in the above pic. Courtesy : Miss VaSu :p]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, thank you very much my dear for giving a chance to be a part of ur wonderful blog. I feel proud being privileged to be a part of the celebrations…! Sorry for making u compel me so much to get a guest post written by me…., for acting like a '&lt;em&gt;big celebrity'&lt;/em&gt; as u always tell me. Actually folks, Vasu asked me to write a guest post in the Blossomblue long back and m writing this just 1 day prior to the D- Day… such a lazy a** I am….and I am sure she was afraid that the b’day may pass on without my post…. Sorry again.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I wanna share something about this sweet young lady. Err…. gal… (or else she is gonna kill me… LOL)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SlsSiHW9pgI/AAAAAAAAAfc/HQWVK8ytj0s/s1600-h/%7E%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357896558987552258" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 169px; height: 225px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SlsSiHW9pgI/AAAAAAAAAfc/HQWVK8ytj0s/s320/%7E%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; She is a gal who is short tempered, arrogant, who sometimes shouts over the fon so that u can hear her even without the fon… hehehe. Just joking guys. I usually pull her leg saying this when she loose her temper (tho it happens very rare)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jokes apart guys… Lets be serious ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vasu…. a short ‘facts n figs’&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SlsSBZwH8xI/AAAAAAAAAfU/-g-N6oftKIc/s1600-h/2268844460_d50be18c2e_m%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357895996989240082" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SlsSBZwH8xI/AAAAAAAAAfU/-g-N6oftKIc/s320/2268844460_d50be18c2e_m%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can’t live without music man…!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oops I did it again…' Oye Britney.. I ‘ll die for u.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Love story By Taylor Swift'.... "We were both young when I first saw you… " my favorite&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SlsRutnMKCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/U39B5wxRGAE/s1600-h/015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357895675902961698" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 243px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SlsRutnMKCI/AAAAAAAAAfM/U39B5wxRGAE/s320/015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Heal The World Make It A Better Place For You And For Me And The Entire Human Race..” Good Bye my dear Jacko…. (She cried a lot the day MJ passed away. Still she becomes moody wheneva I talk about him… May his soul RIP)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SlsReW_bSvI/AAAAAAAAAfE/EtniToObmbg/s1600-h/the_hangover_movie_poster_showest_2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357895394952694514" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 226px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SlsReW_bSvI/AAAAAAAAAfE/EtniToObmbg/s320/the_hangover_movie_poster_showest_2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Mega Movie Buff, who likes romantic and comedy movies a lot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SlsRUNcLJmI/AAAAAAAAAe8/cYJRVaY6rVg/s1600-h/2yzlmif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357895220590224994" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 190px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SlsRUNcLJmI/AAAAAAAAAe8/cYJRVaY6rVg/s320/2yzlmif.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“FRIENDS”.. Oh man u gotta watch the complete series.. I ‘ll give u all the DVDs…. Its so awesome…. (Tho I usually don’t show dat much interest… still she bugs me a lot with the Chandler and Monica stories… ;-) jokin)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SlsROTCXH4I/AAAAAAAAAe0/ZqgWXh7yX0c/s1600-h/girleating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357895119013355394" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 291px; height: 312px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SlsROTCXH4I/AAAAAAAAAe0/ZqgWXh7yX0c/s320/girleating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Egg Curry… She can run a ship in her mouth after reading just this one line. Big time foodie… who like the north Indian and Chinese food very much…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SlsQo_thXqI/AAAAAAAAAes/xJZZagfdHHI/s1600-h/%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357894478170513058" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 298px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SlsQo_thXqI/AAAAAAAAAes/xJZZagfdHHI/s320/%21%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;‘SMS’- Hey dude can u beat me in typing msgs fast….?(ek dhum attitude..) yup.. a big msg maniac…!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoping… “I hate this man…. tis shopping. I  only do Window Shoping”&lt;br /&gt;(Pravil… beware of the crow. Jhoot bole kauwa kate.. lol)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SlsP9jTwdFI/AAAAAAAAAek/al3v4LT8tfc/s1600-h/bubble_gum_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357893731811882066" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 250px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SlsP9jTwdFI/AAAAAAAAAek/al3v4LT8tfc/s320/bubble_gum_girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all….. Vasu is a gal With a caring and luving heart, who is…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So adorable and ambitious &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Straight forward and bold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God luving and God fearing… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loves Jesus more than anyone…..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have the real values of life….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fun loving, loves to be adventurous and to be experimental.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She ‘ll do anything for friends.. but dun mess with her…. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She is…. A lil bit confused with her life sometimes , like all other individuals…. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bit moody…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On top of all… she…… Have a good heart and wanna do lots of things for the ppl who are under privileged… deprived of love… those who are sidelined from the society…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stopping here…. Its going so lengthy…. I may ‘ve to start a new blog for this… .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now back to Blossomblue….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Vasu merely 5 months back and biliv me, from the day when she gave me the blog URL till today, I xpect one new post everyday Coz her posts are very beautiful and come directly from heart… And I became very happy as I got a chance to know a person who is a blogger…. As I started thinking to be a part of this Blogosphere years back…. But still it’s a dream…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I start a blog, all the credit will go to Vasu as she is keep on encouraging me to start a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any writing ..let it be a poem or novel, it fulfils the duty of its creation only when it justifies the feel with which it was written. Only when the author can lift the people to the same emotional level which he/ she underwent while penning the same…. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let it be happiness, sadness, lonliness, romance, arrogance, hatred, spirituality.. any feeling…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In dat way… ur poems touched my heart many times. And I know lots of people like it. So keep writing my gal…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u maynot be the BEST… but I know u r ‘NOT LIKE THE REST’ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wishing your sweet little baby Blossomblue a warm hearty B’Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Jesus help you to come with more and more touching poems…. !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“May your Blossomblue blossoms forever, forever….. and forever……!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With Loads of Love and Prayers… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pRavil….. Ur Best Friend Foreva ! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4133311017225366814-8312875803992681719?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8312875803992681719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=8312875803992681719&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/8312875803992681719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/8312875803992681719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/blossomblue-blossoms-forever-by.html' title='BlossomBlue Blossoms Forever - By Mr.Celebrity'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SlsSyEYcE3I/AAAAAAAAAfs/3Sd7qArwPsQ/s72-c/Blue%2520Flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-3828307527410084163</id><published>2009-07-13T08:02:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-13T08:19:38.764+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vasudha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guestpost'/><title type='text'>Arab Desert wishes Dharwad Jasmin… By Arun Manipal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Slqd3adRxiI/AAAAAAAAAeE/iXGMWu4fJR4/s1600-h/#123.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357768282031113762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Slqd3adRxiI/AAAAAAAAAeE/iXGMWu4fJR4/s320/%23123.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 10, 2009. Its very hot days going on in Arabian Emirates desert. My watch shows 5.30pm . I came out from my room and I left my city back. It’s a plain desert infront of me. I came out from my car and told to my friend “take back the car and come back to pick me up at 9.30 pm.” After our talk he went back with the car. Here the air is breezing slowly from east and I can hear the whisper of breeze. I can see designs of sand which is made from the breezing air. Sun is going setting down in west and he looks quite red. As I was walking, my foot silently made a foot print on the sand . I always use this walk to write something. Now it’s a day to write a guest post to BlossomBlue so I’m lonely walking in desert and thinking about Blossom. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still remember those days when she was going to create a blog named “blossomblue”. That day Vasu suddenly asked me “hey goobe blog hyage post madbeku ond article ge ondu blog madbeka…?.” I told her “nin tale ondond post ge ondond blog create madidre savira blog agutte hagalla” after which we both started laughing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In between I was confused with spelling that I thought blossom spelling is BLOSSUM so I told her “That spelling is wrong…?” Then she got confused and asked me “what’s wrong goobe..?” then I told again about spelling mistake. After she checked that again she got angry with me and told “goobe blossom spelling is correct nin tale”.. Then I agreed with this genius girl. From then Vasu’s blogging days started. I forgot to tell that she was in Davangere those days. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is no doubt that Vasu is a good and genius writer. Let me tell you the history behind this… :P&lt;br /&gt;In Dharwad, there is one famous saying in kannada. i.e “If you are in Dharwad simply you throw one stone where you want and that stone will surely hit either any poets or any writers or an artists home.” :D&lt;br /&gt;That means Dharwad is filled with so many writers and poets. I would like to remember all of them in this guest post…please permit me.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr V K Gokak, Chennaveera Kanvi, Betageri Krishna Sharma, Shri Ranga, Girish Karnad,leena Chandavarkar, Prof. Bhusnurmath,Dr Shankar Mokashi punekar,saali Ramachandra Rayaru, Basavraj Kattimani , Dr M M Kalburgi , Dr R.Y Dharwadkar, Prof. Kittel, Alur Venkatagirirao,Narayanarao Huilgol, Padmashri G.B. Joshi('Jada Bharata'), Keerthinath Kurthakoti, Shambha Joshi,Chandrashekhar Patil('Champa' who started Bandaya Sahitya),Patil Puttappa (Papu), Dr.G.S.Amur novelist, poet and critic.'Kunchabrahma' Halabhavi,N K Kulkarni and many more…;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I hope nobody fainted reading this big list of famous people)&lt;br /&gt;Hey you guys did you guess I missed someone…? No I didn’t forget .. Its my very own favorite poet Varakavi Dattatreya Ramachandra Bendre.&lt;br /&gt;All these genius Gold and Pearls Born in Dharwad and they given their best to our literature world. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Jnanapeeth award- the highest award in literature, was conferred to two giants of literature , DR D R Bendre and Dr V K Gokak…&lt;br /&gt;Okay now think of Vasudha, she came from which land ..? ;) now don’t think she is very easy.. ;). I say she is having very good writing talent in her blood as it comes from her motherland . That’s why her blog posts looking different and awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now here sun has completely disappeared and I can see moon smiling at me.&lt;br /&gt;Before I go back to my world, let me wish blossomblue the first birth day with this heavy breeze blowing out here ..Happy Birthday to blossumblue….;) My wishes and blessings are always with you. ;) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I came out from my thought’s when I heard the horn from the car. My friend came back as I watched him coming from a far distance. The car was coming near to me. I had already come very far from the main road. As I saw the time, it was 9.20 PM. My friend had come 10 minutes early.. :P &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As I entered the city. Its Emirates road car going on 100km speed .&lt;br /&gt;I also though to finish my guest post with one of my favorite poem line which is written by DR Bendre. I hope vasu would like it.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ಗಮಗಮಾ ಗಮಾಡಿಸತಾವ ಮಲ್ಲಿಗಿ ನೀವು ಹೊರಟಿದ್ದೀಗ ಎಲ್ಲಿಗೆ? ಗಮಗಮಾ........... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ತುಳುಕ್ಯಾಡತಾವ ತೂಕಡಿಕಿ ಎವಿ ಅಪ್ಪತಾವ ಕಣ್ಣ ದುಡುಕಿ ಕನಸು ತೇಲಿ ಬರತಾವ ಹುಡುಕಿ ನೀವು ಹೊರಟಿದ್ದೀಗ ಎಲ್ಲೆಗೆ?&lt;br /&gt;ಚಿಕ್ಕಿ ತೋರಸ್ತಾನ ಚಾಚಿ ಬೆರಳ ಚಂದ್ರಾಮ ಕನ್ನಡಿ ಹರಳ ಮನಸೋತು ಆಯಿತು ಮರುಳ ನೀವು ಹೊರಟಿದ್ದೀಗ ಎಲ್ಲೆಗೆ?&lt;br /&gt;ಗಾಳಿತಬ್ಬತಾವ ಹೂಗಂಪು ಚಂದ್ರನ ತೆಕ್ಕಿಗಿದೆ ತಂಪು ನಿಮ ಕಂಡರ ಕವದಾವ ಜೊಂಪು ನೀವು ಹೊರಟಿದ್ದೀಗ ಎಲ್ಲಿಗೆ?&lt;br /&gt;ಗಮಗಮಾ ಗಮಾಡಿಸತಾವ ಮಲ್ಲಿಗಿ ನೀವು ಹೊರಟಿದ್ದೀಗ ಎಲ್ಲಿಗೆ? ಗಮಗಮಾ........... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks to (ಗಂಗಾವತರಣ - ಕವನ ಸಂಗ್ರಹ) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you for inviting me to be your guest! My blessings with you.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://arunmanipal.blogspot.com/"&gt;ArUn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4133311017225366814-3828307527410084163?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3828307527410084163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=3828307527410084163&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/3828307527410084163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/3828307527410084163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/arab-desert-wishes-dharwad-jasmin.html' title='Arab Desert wishes Dharwad Jasmin… By Arun Manipal'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Slqd3adRxiI/AAAAAAAAAeE/iXGMWu4fJR4/s72-c/%23123.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-4714382765474106030</id><published>2009-07-11T10:25:00.012+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-14T13:44:51.469+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vasudha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smiles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guestpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pearl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bloggy bday'/><title type='text'>Ocean of Pearls - By Swetha Padakandla!</title><content type='html'>Pretty &lt;b&gt;pearl&lt;/b&gt;, shining bright, sparkling brilliantly as the time passes by!!! &lt;img src="http://img4.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_bigsmile.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am cho cho very happy to write a guest post to this girl... oh yeh yeh, this very same girl who made me enter the blogging world!&lt;br /&gt;and on july 13th she will be celebrating her 1 year grand celebration.. wowwiiieee... am more than excited! &lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://static1.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_smile.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok let me let out my secret that even vasudha doesnt know..&lt;br /&gt;i came to know this girl through a friend of mine and we were in contact only through chats and msgs.. but never did i know that she writes too.. the same mutual friend of ours gave me this blog URL.. i was so very happy to see her blog and all her writings.. straight down from her heart and so very lovely posts!&lt;br /&gt;i was wondering how beautifully she writes and so very like crazy and funny yet so very nice!!&lt;br /&gt;everyday i used to walk into this blog and enjoy reading it.. this blog was like so very secret to her she didnt even knew that there are few people like me who used to adore her posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after so many months, i thought i should let her know that i read her blog.. with tension and fear on one side.. i wrote my first comment on her blog this year!&lt;br /&gt;and she was so happy and i felt so good about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought why dont i write a blog too.. i knew it wont reach to her heights but still thought of giving it a try! and i started writing blog this year! i stepped into blogsville only coz of her! and i am so very happy to have entered here! a big thanks to this chweeet girl for all this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your cheerful smile&lt;br /&gt;Makes me happy&lt;br /&gt;You are a special girl&lt;br /&gt;there is no disguise&lt;br /&gt;You have a been a true friend&lt;br /&gt;Be the same always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SlgeXCgzngI/AAAAAAAABBA/M5M3iSlq0xI/s1600-h/1029-025-19-1068b.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SlgeXCgzngI/AAAAAAAABBA/M5M3iSlq0xI/s320/1029-025-19-1068b.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357065137917500930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;# click on the pic to see it doing boogie style!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and u are friends&lt;br /&gt;u smile, i smile &lt;img alt="" src="http://static1.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_smile.gif" border="0" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u cry, i cry &lt;img alt="" src="http://static4.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_sad.gif" border="0" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u hurt, i hurt &lt;img alt="" src="http://static1.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_surprise.gif" border="0" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u laugh, i laugh  &lt;img src="http://img4.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_bigsmile.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u jump off the bridge&lt;br /&gt;i gonna miss ur blog.. &lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://static3.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_funny.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearly, I have already a sent a wonderful gift for the birthday celebration through courier to your house! by now, it must have reached you.. hope you liked it.. &lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://static3.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_funny.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people, who wants to see what i have gifted her.. check this.. i have taken a photo of the gift.. &lt;img alt="" src="http://static3.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_wink.gif" border="0" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/Slgewpi78dI/AAAAAAAABBI/zqUOPQbFQyU/s1600-h/gift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/Slgewpi78dI/AAAAAAAABBI/zqUOPQbFQyU/s320/gift.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357065577892147666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very very very happy birthday.. &lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://static3.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_funny.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (to ur blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots and lots, pots and pots, tons and tons, buckets and buckets of luvv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/"&gt;Swetha&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so now where is my choci.. it didnt reach me still.. send it soon. am waiting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Rohit has given you a special blossom flower for the birthday celebration.. (I helped him to pick it too :P)&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.orchardmarketing.com.au/Common/Images/background.blossom.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to view it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-4714382765474106030?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4714382765474106030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=4714382765474106030&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/4714382765474106030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/4714382765474106030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/ocean-of-pearls.html' title='Ocean of Pearls - By Swetha Padakandla!'/><author><name>Swetha Padakandla</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SmVJYpaT3UI/AAAAAAAABEk/nYnJONUZV8A/S220/PersonWriting0103.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnOmXkcHFe4/SlgeXCgzngI/AAAAAAAABBA/M5M3iSlq0xI/s72-c/1029-025-19-1068b.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-2120118137522370215</id><published>2009-07-10T11:43:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-10T11:49:56.908+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Memories..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SlbcQNa1SLI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Pr2SI0cr3T8/s1600-h/0123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356710977842006194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SlbcQNa1SLI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Pr2SI0cr3T8/s320/0123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memories : Some memories we try to forget, some unforgettable.Some good, some bad.Some bring tears, some make us smile.Some faces stick to our hearts,some fade away. All these bitter-sweet memories add a pinch of spice to my life.My life has been a roller-coaster ride.Many ups and downs.Sometimes i thank god for lovely life and heavenly happiness and sometimes i cry, get frustrated with my own life. A glimpse of my life has been put up in my blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On 13Th July 2009 my blog is going to be one year old baby. I am one very emotional, moody girl.That's why my baby blossom was born.Lot of memories .Love,breakup,crush,affair,friends,family,moods,shopping,movies,books all of these came in the form of poems,small stories,fiction,so many small articles.I never thought i will be good at poems. *but i am now* :p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But when one feels the pain the words just flow. When happiness overflows the words just come easy. As i sit and think about the journey along with my baby i feel i have changed a lot as a person.I have become a lot more a better person.I remember all the birthdays, fights,my anger,mood swings, and so many drastic changes in my sweet lil life !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never wrote poems cuz i wanted to. I wrote them when i was extremely happy, when i was heart broken, when i was lonely,when i was missing someone,when i fell in love. When i read them, it reminds me of those wonderful days when i felt happy,sad or moody. My posts,my poems are a lot closer to me, cuz they reflect a genuine me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am very honest when i write my posts.I like and love myself a lot,So do my work.I don't tag myself the "BEST" But i can tag myself "NOT LIKE THE REST".This day i am proud to be what i am today. I am proud of my family,my friends ,for they mould me to a person i am today. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people came into my life, many friends left me when i needed them the most. But someone who stood with me in my misery,loneliness,happiness,happy days was and is my GOD and my FAMILY. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love my lord Jesus the most. He changed my life. He love me the most.And that makes me the most loved,blessed and the most adorable in this whole world. I am so enriched by his blessings that i fall short of words to thank him.I thank him for the lovely family i have.Lord is my life and i live for him and only for him !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since today morning i have been very emotional. May be jus a mood swing. But i feel pretty and beautiful cuz of lord's presence in my heart and in my life. Everything i have belongs to him.My heart is filled with his eternal, pure love. When i was searching for the true love, it ended in Jesus Christ's feet. He embraced me, i am his li'l angel kid.I love you Father for all that you have done to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since the day i have accepted Lord, i am living the life of abundance with his grace.He mended my broken heart.I don't remember the last time i cried *touch wood*.Only thing i can remember is how me and my friends keep laughing and disturbing my colleagues in office.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So this blog is dedicated to all my Friends who make me laugh,smile,grin,blush,roll on the floor.Cuz i think we should keep smiling when we have teeth.No worries,no tears.This blog is to all those happy ppl out there. May god bless you all abundantly.May your hearts also be filled with his pure love. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My very close friends have written guest posts for me which will be published on Monday or may be today *grins* .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some of my poems [click]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://blossomblue-vasudha.blogspot.com/2009/05/almighty.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Almighty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blossomblue-vasudha.blogspot.com/2009/05/death-by-love.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Death By Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blossomblue-vasudha.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-miss-you.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Miss You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blossomblue-vasudha.blogspot.com/2009/05/teardrop.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teardrop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These aren't jus my poems, they are my feelings,my memories.I judge myself, n these are some of my best poems :)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://swethasmiles.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sweetie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; for helping me to give links in blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S : 13Th July is not just a celebration but its all about my old memories ! I am glad i entered this magical town of blog ..&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S : Don't worry abt the flow of the post !! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&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/4133311017225366814-2120118137522370215?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2120118137522370215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=2120118137522370215&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/2120118137522370215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/2120118137522370215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/memories_10.html' title='Memories..'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SlbcQNa1SLI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Pr2SI0cr3T8/s72-c/0123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-8713261312811492097</id><published>2009-07-06T08:42:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-06T09:17:02.692+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>Perfect Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SlFxT5MCFuI/AAAAAAAAAdE/F5tlOymMbFs/s1600-h/Kambaqth_Ishq-798833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355186018502973154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SlFxT5MCFuI/AAAAAAAAAdE/F5tlOymMbFs/s320/Kambaqth_Ishq-798833.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Yahoooooooooooooooooooo ! No i m not too hung over LoL ! Its just that i am all excited to write about my weekend fun. Damn it was truly fun filled weekend. I pampered myself so much last two days.I wish the weekends never ever end. I am feelin lazy right now.I am kinda confused from where should i begin with. I think i ll start with movies i watched. I watched Kambaqt Ishq and NY on each day respectively. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I liked KI more than NY. My fav Bebo looks stunning in the movie. Don't worry about what reviews the movie is getting, if you wanna laugh your ass off jus go n watch it. I sooo badly wanted to watch The hangover, but couldn't get tickets *sad*.I wll some how watch it any way. NY is average. KI is very good. The hangover is a must watch * The suggestion is for myself :p * !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SlFxUDg8OAI/AAAAAAAAAdM/QcbT_h_yBps/s1600-h/123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355186021275023362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SlFxUDg8OAI/AAAAAAAAAdM/QcbT_h_yBps/s320/123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SlFxToecm7I/AAAAAAAAAc8/OWv8A_46Rtg/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sunday prayer service added more joy to my weekend. Pastor Johnson as usual was charming. The way he talks god words makes me soo happy. My heart was filled with eternal heavenly joy after the prayer. Every time i come out of prayer hall i feel i am a new person. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could literally feel the transformation. God's presence delighted me a lot. Jiny who is the main guitarist makes all the song soo easy and beautiful.When we started singing i felt heaven was descending down . Wow that joy, happiness cannot be put into this tiny post. Any way god blessed me again on Sunday with his presence.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The next thing i did was a li'l *li'l !??* shopping. Yippee my fav section. But the forum was overcrowded. So we made it to Garuda mall. I brought myself some nice designer bags and wallet . If you really love yourself you should SHOP !!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&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/4133311017225366814-8713261312811492097?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8713261312811492097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=8713261312811492097&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/8713261312811492097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/8713261312811492097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/perfect-weekend.html' title='Perfect Weekend'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SlFxT5MCFuI/AAAAAAAAAdE/F5tlOymMbFs/s72-c/Kambaqth_Ishq-798833.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-4019795462242268043</id><published>2009-07-06T08:32:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-06T09:11:15.386+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Morning Raga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SlFrKO7RT_I/AAAAAAAAAc0/OQVMYbmE2fg/s1600-h/ATT1702375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355179255469789170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SlFrKO7RT_I/AAAAAAAAAc0/OQVMYbmE2fg/s320/ATT1702375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Boom Boom pow - BEP *Awesome*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ All summer long - kid rock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Waking up in Vegas - katy perry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Climb - Miley Cyrus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Halo - Beyonce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Thousand miles - Venessa Carlton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These songs made up my early morning..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plz leave your fav mrg songs too..&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/4133311017225366814-4019795462242268043?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4019795462242268043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=4019795462242268043&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/4019795462242268043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/4019795462242268043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/morning-raga.html' title='Morning Raga'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SlFrKO7RT_I/AAAAAAAAAc0/OQVMYbmE2fg/s72-c/ATT1702375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-538668954719502237</id><published>2009-07-03T13:19:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-06T08:15:13.805+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acrostic poetry'/><title type='text'>MJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sk25C16hyJI/AAAAAAAAAcs/CwBm43Yra-8/s1600-h/youngMJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;agnificent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;mpeccable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;harming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;umble &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;geless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;minent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;egend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;azel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;wesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;lassic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;ind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;uperstar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;riginal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;oble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S : Mike 'll b in my heart forever.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-538668954719502237?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/538668954719502237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=538668954719502237&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/538668954719502237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/538668954719502237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/mj.html' title='MJ'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-9134601935620579230</id><published>2009-06-30T08:35:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-30T09:12:47.887+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gloomy morning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffee'/><title type='text'>Morning Gloom !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SkmGNPR_paI/AAAAAAAAAcc/LGYgUW6fQYs/s1600-h/ist2_2838965-toothbrushing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352957194104972706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SkmGNPR_paI/AAAAAAAAAcc/LGYgUW6fQYs/s320/ist2_2838965-toothbrushing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The beautiful weather of Bangalore is giving me early morning gloom's. I so love this weather but can't enjoy it.I feel like curling up in my cozy pooh-bear blanket, but now sitting in office i can only dream of it. One thing i hate early in the morning is my alarm. Which i am forced to use each day. This morning as my alarm rang to life, one thing i was telling myself was , weekend is just four days away, get up ! Still my body didn't respond so i slept off for another fifteen minutes. When i opened my tiny puffy eyes i was horrified. I had to get ready in just 10 minutes if i wanna catch the shuttle which takes me to office. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I gave up idea of bathing. I brushed my teeth in a time which light takes to travel. At the right time power went off. New problem in Bangalore. I searched for candle but i dint get any. I made up my mind the first thing am gonna do this evening is arrange my room once i am back. i pulled up my jeans n put on a woolen red top. I brushed my hair and put on my shoes. I dint have time to double check my bag. I ran as if i am running for my life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally sitting in shuttle, i relaxed for a while. I immediately switched on to Indigo FM. I am Alive by Celine Dion Worked wonders for me. Almost everyday the track is played on Indigo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It cheered me up. Music is my morning Dose.I felt really awesome, with a heavenly weather and a nice song ! The gloom slowly faded away with the music.Now i am done with my morning dose for my blog. I am gonna sip some hot coffee lattee and start my work. Ciao !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P. S : I might be stinking *Yawns* :p&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/4133311017225366814-9134601935620579230?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/9134601935620579230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=9134601935620579230&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/9134601935620579230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/9134601935620579230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/morning-dose.html' title='Morning Gloom !'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SkmGNPR_paI/AAAAAAAAAcc/LGYgUW6fQYs/s72-c/ist2_2838965-toothbrushing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-3534120791608169680</id><published>2009-06-26T11:03:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-26T11:48:31.062+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MJ'/><title type='text'>May he rise again !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SkRnT44VOJI/AAAAAAAAAcU/M_BmZ7DnnXs/s1600-h/youngMJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351515848606824594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SkRnT44VOJI/AAAAAAAAAcU/M_BmZ7DnnXs/s320/youngMJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SkRnT7QK__I/AAAAAAAAAcM/SheHPhz2Y6g/s1600-h/young-michael-jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351515849243688946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SkRnT7QK__I/AAAAAAAAAcM/SheHPhz2Y6g/s320/young-michael-jackson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SkRnTotJ_vI/AAAAAAAAAcE/oeTT2lvpAk0/s1600-h/young-mj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351515844264984306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SkRnTotJ_vI/AAAAAAAAAcE/oeTT2lvpAk0/s320/young-mj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SkRnTf6w2kI/AAAAAAAAAb8/QoJ-zJbHoP8/s1600-h/mj-young.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351515841906137666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SkRnTf6w2kI/AAAAAAAAAb8/QoJ-zJbHoP8/s320/mj-young.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SkRnTPzZyzI/AAAAAAAAAb0/plUd9PF08UA/s1600-h/mjscan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351515837580299058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SkRnTPzZyzI/AAAAAAAAAb0/plUd9PF08UA/s320/mjscan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still in shock.. I dunno when exactly i ll come out of it.. Such terrible loss ! No one could ever be worhty enough to replace MJ. His big shoes can again be filled with only him. Heavenly father i kneel down and pray, May our beloved MJ rise again from the ashes. When a person like me who knows so li'l about MJ is feelin so terrible i can't even imagine how terrible his family is feeling right now. His untimely death has given me a shock of a lifetime. My grief is impossible to put into words. Sitting in office i can just write down my emotional trauma. Oh ! MJ you will always be the king. You will always be remembered. I miss you MJ. Miss you a lot ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4133311017225366814-3534120791608169680?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3534120791608169680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=3534120791608169680&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/3534120791608169680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/3534120791608169680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/may-he-rise-again.html' title='May he rise again !'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SkRnT44VOJI/AAAAAAAAAcU/M_BmZ7DnnXs/s72-c/youngMJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-1035989538619801098</id><published>2009-06-26T08:00:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-26T08:54:57.762+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MJ'/><title type='text'>King Of Pop .. MJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SkQ37XxxMEI/AAAAAAAAAbs/0wpDzKgwSvY/s1600-h/015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351463750357561410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SkQ37XxxMEI/AAAAAAAAAbs/0wpDzKgwSvY/s320/015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad demise of king of pop has shaken my tiny li'l world. Though i am not a die hard fan of MJ, i was shocked when i heard the news of his death. God ! Death of such a mammoth celebrity has made the earth stand still ! I have always admired his dance. The king of pop who lived like a king is no more, is so hard believe. Right now my mind is blank. My senses are numb ! I really don't know why suddenly i am feeling sick. I feel like i have lost something very precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SkQ34M-2lGI/AAAAAAAAAbk/MvnLCcZh7Q8/s1600-h/157j0z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351463695920043106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SkQ34M-2lGI/AAAAAAAAAbk/MvnLCcZh7Q8/s320/157j0z.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As i said earlier i am not his die hard fan, but honestly i don't know why i am feeling this sad. I guess MJ was one such celebrity who occupied our heart without our knowledge. I might not know his history, i might not the lyrics of all his songs, I might not be a great fan of him.But music which is a inseparable part of my life and MJ has bonded us. MJ might not be physically present with us today, but he has left behind his legacy !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May god &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;strengthen&lt;/span&gt; his family..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May his soul rest in peace !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4133311017225366814-1035989538619801098?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1035989538619801098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=1035989538619801098&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/1035989538619801098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/1035989538619801098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/king-of-pop-mj.html' title='King Of Pop .. MJ'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SkQ37XxxMEI/AAAAAAAAAbs/0wpDzKgwSvY/s72-c/015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-6960680733690107942</id><published>2009-06-19T09:28:00.013+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:06:31.110+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acrostic poetry'/><title type='text'>Forever Yours..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SjsRhOtQx7I/AAAAAAAAAbU/gT4f7EtlrWs/s1600-h/walk.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348888245013890994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SjsRhOtQx7I/AAAAAAAAAbU/gT4f7EtlrWs/s320/walk.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;alling for you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;n this starry night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ebirth, I don't believe in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ternal love, I believe in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;owing myself to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;tching your name in my heart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ecollecting the golden times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ou and me spent together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ver years, till my last breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;rging to be only with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;efined will be my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;oulmate of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/4133311017225366814-6960680733690107942?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6960680733690107942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=6960680733690107942&amp;isPopup=true' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/6960680733690107942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/6960680733690107942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/forever-yours.html' title='Forever Yours..'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SjsRhOtQx7I/AAAAAAAAAbU/gT4f7EtlrWs/s72-c/walk.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-2159092012200021412</id><published>2009-06-18T15:32:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-18T15:38:01.120+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acrostic poetry'/><title type='text'>Fadeaway..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SjoR0rBJnAI/AAAAAAAAAbE/yqrNoDUd5pY/s1600-h/Heaven_at_Twilight_by_kkart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348607104054303746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SjoR0rBJnAI/AAAAAAAAAbE/yqrNoDUd5pY/s320/Heaven_at_Twilight_by_kkart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;alling dusk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;bandons light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;isappearing shadows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;chos sorrows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;gony rising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;ishes fading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;cross the cloud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;ou depart again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-2159092012200021412?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2159092012200021412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=2159092012200021412&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/2159092012200021412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/2159092012200021412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/fadeaway.html' title='Fadeaway..'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SjoR0rBJnAI/AAAAAAAAAbE/yqrNoDUd5pY/s72-c/Heaven_at_Twilight_by_kkart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-3169208446638480473</id><published>2009-06-17T16:34:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-18T15:11:06.987+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ocean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Ocean ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SjjN47540TI/AAAAAAAAAa8/kSobIpJQhwA/s1600-h/Shore_____by_MOSREDNA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348250935539323186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SjjN47540TI/AAAAAAAAAa8/kSobIpJQhwA/s320/Shore_____by_MOSREDNA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You be the blue wave&lt;br /&gt;My soul, only for you it craves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will be the sea shore&lt;br /&gt;Come darling, hug me more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everytime you leave me far behind&lt;br /&gt;My tears will be carried to you by the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My heart says you will come again&lt;br /&gt;Because you and me together make the ocean !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S : I had to delete it cuz i had first posted it in WL n then in my blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its not alowed actually.. Any way now i guess i can repost it in my own blog :) .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-3169208446638480473?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3169208446638480473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=3169208446638480473&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/3169208446638480473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/3169208446638480473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/ocean_17.html' title='Ocean ..'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SjjN47540TI/AAAAAAAAAa8/kSobIpJQhwA/s72-c/Shore_____by_MOSREDNA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-6969293729182375588</id><published>2009-06-17T14:03:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-17T14:05:26.443+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SjiqmxPsXnI/AAAAAAAAAa0/qy4PyTAAtG8/s1600-h/Friendship_by_Kampfschnitzel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348212140533374578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SjiqmxPsXnI/AAAAAAAAAa0/qy4PyTAAtG8/s320/Friendship_by_Kampfschnitzel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The joy i shared&lt;br /&gt;Miseries disappeared&lt;br /&gt;when Tears i shed&lt;br /&gt;your shoulder to lay my head&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never ending talks&lt;br /&gt;Loud lasting laughs&lt;br /&gt;Crazy on the roads&lt;br /&gt;Shaking booty in the pubs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shopping at the malls&lt;br /&gt;Eating at McDonald's&lt;br /&gt;The city we rule&lt;br /&gt;Together we look cool &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The pillow fight&lt;br /&gt;Gossiping at late night&lt;br /&gt;Bitching our birthright&lt;br /&gt;Eating Maggie at midnight &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are Bunch of devils&lt;br /&gt;Set free to raise the hell&lt;br /&gt;People think we are freaks&lt;br /&gt;Do we look like we care??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are friends for life&lt;br /&gt;Quarrels wouldn't last long&lt;br /&gt;Promise we make&lt;br /&gt;we would never break &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You held my hand tight&lt;br /&gt;When he broke my li'l heart&lt;br /&gt;Together we will fight&lt;br /&gt;For me you are the sunlight &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are the bestest pals&lt;br /&gt;More like sisters&lt;br /&gt;I thank heavens&lt;br /&gt;For such sweet angels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are my lover&lt;br /&gt;Here i wanna declare&lt;br /&gt;Best Friends forever &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boyfriends Whatever ! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S : Had crossposted it on WL Long back..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-6969293729182375588?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6969293729182375588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=6969293729182375588&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/6969293729182375588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/6969293729182375588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/friends.html' title='Friends...'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SjiqmxPsXnI/AAAAAAAAAa0/qy4PyTAAtG8/s72-c/Friendship_by_Kampfschnitzel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-5114773963096914208</id><published>2009-06-16T14:19:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:27:55.990+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acrostic poetry'/><title type='text'>Caring ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SjddiOh0QSI/AAAAAAAAAac/620wYZzRrk8/s1600-h/mother-holding-baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347845925122621730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SjddiOh0QSI/AAAAAAAAAac/620wYZzRrk8/s320/mother-holding-baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;uddly bear hug&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;ffectionate warm heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;arest comfort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;nnocent thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;estful of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;raceful like a dove &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S : Care of  My lovely Mother.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-5114773963096914208?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5114773963096914208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=5114773963096914208&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/5114773963096914208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/5114773963096914208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/caring.html' title='Caring ..'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SjddiOh0QSI/AAAAAAAAAac/620wYZzRrk8/s72-c/mother-holding-baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-6237097309046180869</id><published>2009-06-16T08:36:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-16T09:24:08.832+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='authors'/><title type='text'>The Alchemist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SjcW2K5VZxI/AAAAAAAAAaU/MkYauU--OGs/s1600-h/The_Alchemist2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347768202419332882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SjcW2K5VZxI/AAAAAAAAAaU/MkYauU--OGs/s320/The_Alchemist2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Couple of days back, i had been to Brigade road for some random shopping. The first store i walked in was a small book store at the corner. I wanted to buy myself a book to treat myself. I was looking for a inspirational or a spiritual book. My friend had once suggested me "The Alchemist" by Paulo Coelho. But i was so addicted to Sidney Sheldon books, i didn't care to even look at the book. Some days later another friend suggested me the same book, saying its very different form the other novels. Give it a try. In a book store he again reminded me of that book. I took a copy of it, n read the reviews n short narration. Again i was not so sure of buying it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alchemist sounded like a science fiction to me, which involves chemistry.But I finally made up my mind and brought it. A very thin book compared to what i have read so far.I had started reading it some days later. My addiction to Sidney's novels and HP series was too much. I in fact read couple of books second or the third time, even though its boring to read it once you know the story. Some how i managed to start reading "The Alchemist" . Slowly the magic started to unfold.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As i turned the pages, it was growing more and more curious. Each word so inspirational. Santiago became my inspiration in a overnight. The way Paulo has described love, dreams and destiny is amazing. I finished reading the book this morning. The overwhelming feeling occupied my heart. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have always been a nature lover, but today morning there was magic in the air, and the world looked a beautiful place to live. "The Alchemist" has changed my life style. But it again depends how you might take it. Cuz i am girl, who sleeps at night with her eyes filled with dreams ! So "The Alchemist" has become very close to my heart. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It has the power to transform our lives. Its just not another book for me. It occupied the highest position in my stack of books. I started treating it like a second bible ! I am sure whenever i am down i ll go through the lines, where Paulo talks about chasing our dreams. The sub title of my blog, "Chasing My Dreams" was just a sequence of words. But "The Alchemist" gave it a new and a true meaning. I expected the least from the book, but what i received is the most.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its far beyond some body's expectations. Its outstanding. I was relieved i read a book which taught me spirituality and also inspired me to chase my dreams, follow my destiny and always listen to my heart. "When you want something, all the universe conspires to help you achieve it" .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The line itself says "The Alchemist" is to realise what we want in our lives.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WoW ! The feeling itself is sooo amazing, its very hard to express in words. I can go on and on about how The Alchemist has changed my life. But i leave it to you, so that you'll read it and experience it yourself. I am sure most of you have read it. I was a li'l embarrassed cuz, i read it soo late. I definitely would have missed something very precious if i wouldn't have read it. I am glad i made a right choice and bought this awesome book.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Alchemist" by Paulo Coelho is a must read. The perfect ecstasy is felt when you read it !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No doubt Paulo Coelho is my Hero now !! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&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/4133311017225366814-6237097309046180869?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6237097309046180869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=6237097309046180869&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/6237097309046180869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/6237097309046180869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/alchemist.html' title='The Alchemist'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SjcW2K5VZxI/AAAAAAAAAaU/MkYauU--OGs/s72-c/The_Alchemist2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-6936411697965713097</id><published>2009-06-11T12:22:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-13T09:12:38.046+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acrostic poetry'/><title type='text'>Romance ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SjCr8w6fiEI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Ol5G-NzI6v4/s1600-h/Nature_by_nax3t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345961818099517506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SjCr8w6fiEI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Ol5G-NzI6v4/s320/Nature_by_nax3t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;oad to heaven is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;ff the sea shore, so silent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;esmerising sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;long with you, in twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;ever ending serene night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;harming moon beams bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;nchant my cupid struck heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S : There are different types of romance. Such as R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;omancing nature, Romancing the mountain, Romancing the stone, Romancing with a boy. I chose Romancing Nature ! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-6936411697965713097?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6936411697965713097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=6936411697965713097&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/6936411697965713097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/6936411697965713097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/romance.html' title='Romance ..'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SjCr8w6fiEI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Ol5G-NzI6v4/s72-c/Nature_by_nax3t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-3117905460468216235</id><published>2009-06-09T16:43:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-09T16:55:31.445+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everlasting love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acrostic poetry'/><title type='text'>I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Si5E4gEMBOI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/TKQkQaK5fOQ/s1600-h/heart.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345285545206220002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Si5E4gEMBOI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/TKQkQaK5fOQ/s320/heart.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;nvisible feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;oyal Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;verwhelming delight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;ibrant desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;cstasy personified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;earning for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;verjoyed In the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;niverse of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/4133311017225366814-3117905460468216235?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3117905460468216235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=3117905460468216235&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/3117905460468216235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/3117905460468216235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-you.html' title='I Love You'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Si5E4gEMBOI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/TKQkQaK5fOQ/s72-c/heart.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-4503431002770246928</id><published>2009-06-08T09:37:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:29:55.755+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dilemma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Unpredictable Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SiyQFtHXmZI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kb7ssJU0MHc/s1600-h/praise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344805285466184082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SiyQFtHXmZI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kb7ssJU0MHc/s320/praise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God gave light to my eyes to see,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But he din't tell me i would cry one day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God gave me love to mak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e me happy,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But he din't tell me i would lose it one day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God gave me a li'l heart to stay alive,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But he dint tell me it would break one day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God gave me a man to live with,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But he din't tell me i would mourn in his absence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God gave me a life to live,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But he din't tell me i would die one day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The dilemma, unanswered questions, my confusion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;makes my life so unpredictable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes i feel i am trying to define my life, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rather than living it !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-4503431002770246928?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4503431002770246928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=4503431002770246928&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/4503431002770246928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/4503431002770246928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/unpredictable-life.html' title='Unpredictable Life'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SiyQFtHXmZI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kb7ssJU0MHc/s72-c/praise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-3960138626951337082</id><published>2009-06-03T16:50:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-03T16:53:51.076+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pic-nic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>I am BLUE without YOU !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SiZcq00xyRI/AAAAAAAAAZU/oJwLX-LqMXQ/s1600-h/guy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343059898725943570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SiZcq00xyRI/AAAAAAAAAZU/oJwLX-LqMXQ/s320/guy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hide behind the bush&lt;br /&gt;Without making a hush&lt;br /&gt;But I feel blue&lt;br /&gt;When i don see you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sneak out with guts&lt;br /&gt;but with your anger, it melts&lt;br /&gt;I beg for your pardon&lt;br /&gt;Singing your favorite song again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You turned red with your anger&lt;br /&gt;But i will keep playing my guitar&lt;br /&gt;Just to make you smile&lt;br /&gt;I know, you are sulk just for a while &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will buy you a teddybear&lt;br /&gt;If you stay with me here&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you go ever&lt;br /&gt;We are meant to be together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My sweetest angel you are&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand, please don't go far&lt;br /&gt;I will serve you like your slave&lt;br /&gt;Only with you i feel alive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S : For WL Pic-Nic Theme &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-3960138626951337082?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3960138626951337082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=3960138626951337082&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/3960138626951337082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/3960138626951337082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-blue-without-you.html' title='I am BLUE without YOU !'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SiZcq00xyRI/AAAAAAAAAZU/oJwLX-LqMXQ/s72-c/guy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-7678818749211366161</id><published>2009-06-01T22:14:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:25:52.025+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>M a li'l Naughty !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SiQG3r-97JI/AAAAAAAAAY0/rAf80XY8k90/s1600-h/DICSO_CITIZEN_by_gartier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342402611737652370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SiQG3r-97JI/AAAAAAAAAY0/rAf80XY8k90/s320/DICSO_CITIZEN_by_gartier.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I like my skirt a li'l short&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It makes me look more hot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite song playing out loud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Puts me in the dancing mood.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the dance floor m a li'l naughty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hell! I Like shaking my booty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the table i like to hop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As the dj plays hip-hop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SiQG3cLRU9I/AAAAAAAAAYs/SVBZ-Krr_4c/s1600-h/cowgirl23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342402607494288338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SiQG3cLRU9I/AAAAAAAAAYs/SVBZ-Krr_4c/s320/cowgirl23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moving my body as the music grooves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dancing at night with my own moves&lt;br /&gt;Sparkling lights, shine in my eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I shake my legs,I hear your awes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The music makes me breakaway&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like to dance the night away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As i hit the floor with my heels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All boys out there drools&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SiQG36ULcJI/AAAAAAAAAY8/R67Km33__UY/s1600-h/334_Dance-Diva-Words-Close-Up-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342402615584714898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SiQG36ULcJI/AAAAAAAAAY8/R67Km33__UY/s320/334_Dance-Diva-Words-Close-Up-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; non stop fun of the night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shimmering in the limelight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The fun will never get over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuz I am a dance diva forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You walk to me as if you wanna dance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you think you missed a chance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pretty you, Why feel so shy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come here dance with me boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SiQG3ZoJawI/AAAAAAAAAYk/5T6NvTIqGkU/s1600-h/822334008626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342402606810098434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SiQG3ZoJawI/AAAAAAAAAYk/5T6NvTIqGkU/s320/822334008626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4133311017225366814-7678818749211366161?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7678818749211366161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=7678818749211366161&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/7678818749211366161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/7678818749211366161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/m-lil-naughty.html' title='M a li&apos;l Naughty !'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SiQG3r-97JI/AAAAAAAAAY0/rAf80XY8k90/s72-c/DICSO_CITIZEN_by_gartier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-1602362560474364730</id><published>2009-05-29T21:27:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:09:36.081+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light'/><title type='text'>Hope ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SiANUxQ1PhI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Me1L8IZ-wBo/s1600-h/403041603da56de1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341283808533888530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SiANUxQ1PhI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Me1L8IZ-wBo/s320/403041603da56de1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I walk to the far end in search of light. But it moves away miles apart. Amidst the past and the future i stand here in the present.Lost direction, wrong turns taking me to a unknown place,where i am lost again. The dark place and the cold harsh air.Black clouds, not a single ray of light.This place looks familiar to me.I have been here before, i thought.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I looked around for some help.I saw Some people wearing black clothes, looked like they have lost everything.I asked " Could you please help me find my way to light?? ". He replied, My name is sadness, all i can give you is a tear.It didn't sound horrible, for i have been through this way millions of times before. I just moved further, decided not to move back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As i walked further, my heart felt a sudden sunken feeling.As if the evil is tearing me apart for the feast of the dark night.I crossed a stenching path.Darkness blinding me,Dark mist over my head. I desperately searched for someone i could go to and hold hands.But it was in vain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I knew i have to go throw this all by myself.The man with burning dark eyes, rigid black face stared at me. I could tell by his expressions, He was someone like me, searching for light.I asked him "Could you please help me find my way to light??".He replied, "I am darkness, come with me and rule the dark".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SiANUgl8qWI/AAAAAAAAAYU/fbS9l6Mp9pE/s1600-h/Hope_Updated_by_InertiaK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341283804059052386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SiANUgl8qWI/AAAAAAAAAYU/fbS9l6Mp9pE/s320/Hope_Updated_by_InertiaK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have been deceived by him once. I knew i have passed this stenching dark path many a times before. I refused politely and moved further.I was losing my hope.Trying hard to keep my faith alive. I looked back. I could see the footsteps.I could see my past. It was easy to trace back my steps. The hope and the faith could no more hold me together. Standing still i looked at both the sides.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hard to decide whether to move forward or trace back my steps. I once, wished to go back and change everything. I thought, once i do that everything will be alright.But again, i have to pass through the stenching path and the valley of sadness.I looked on the other side, the path looked misty. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sat down, for it was difficult for me to decide.My mind was confused.I thought, if i move forward i might have to meet the darkness again. But if i move back, i might lose something.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I made up my mind, I got up and started walking in a new path. Hoping i would find light.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I walked a long distance, but could find nothing.Tears rolled down. No one by my side to wipe.At the instance, i could see some one standing dressed in white. My heart felt light. Confusion seemed to vanish.I asked "could you please,.. " He dint let me finish. I could see his face shining bright.He smiled at me.He asked me to hold his hand.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am an angel of hope, hold my hand and keep walking !!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-1602362560474364730?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1602362560474364730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=1602362560474364730&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/1602362560474364730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/1602362560474364730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/hope.html' title='Hope ..'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SiANUxQ1PhI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Me1L8IZ-wBo/s72-c/403041603da56de1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-2141085056922145866</id><published>2009-05-28T15:46:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:36:42.053+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><title type='text'>10 Random things about me - Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sh5vGTdMf0I/AAAAAAAAAX8/qtuwPlKVNp4/s1600-h/me.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340828362200612674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sh5vGTdMf0I/AAAAAAAAAX8/qtuwPlKVNp4/s320/me.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ My Best friends Pooh N Pynkmenlin. Love them a lot .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They call me Pearl. So we are Pooh,Pynk and Pearl :) .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ hmmm ! I have 2 piercing.. But wanna get pierced my belly button soon :p .N tattoos, love 'em.. Espech the blue butterfly and a cute li'l red heart.. None of 'em are on my body as of now :p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Well, tho phisically i sit in one place my crazy mind goes around the globe. But i would love to go around the globe physically rather than virtually.Love travelling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ I hate math, so i dunno how far my place is from office :-o. But i can say that my place is in far far away kingdom and my office is in the other planet :p .So i actually need take a shuttle to reach office.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Actually i am a veggie. Quick question : is egg a non-veg ?? If yes,Hell ! I don care. Jus cant live without eatin egg ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ My only first,last,eternal love is lord Jesus.. Love him like crazy :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ I dunno abt religion. But i love, believe in almighty god, Jesus Christ.I would rather say i am a spiritual person and not a religious person. Spirituality in my life has made some amazing changes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Awwwwww i love speeeeeeeeeed.. Long fast drives are my fav.. crazy about bikes.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ OMG !! Reading for me is like breathing. I like spending most of my lazy afternoons in reading. I especially like reading when it rains outside. Die hard fan of HP. Sidney Sheldon fan. I love reading bible, fiction, female oriented,romantic(awww),love related books. Books are my bestest friends..Can't believe only 10 :p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S : Ms.R Thanx honey for tagging me.. Chowwy for late reply.. Love U :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/4133311017225366814-2141085056922145866?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2141085056922145866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=2141085056922145866&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/2141085056922145866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/2141085056922145866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-random-things-about-me-tag.html' title='10 Random things about me - Tag'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sh5vGTdMf0I/AAAAAAAAAX8/qtuwPlKVNp4/s72-c/me.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-274545569806913778</id><published>2009-05-23T12:28:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-23T13:47:54.769+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everlasting love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazylove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Celestial Ecstasy ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sheu1DXMppI/AAAAAAAAAX0/z1ZfxsEdh8o/s1600-h/People_will_say_we__re_in_love_by_alangm007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338928109729916562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sheu1DXMppI/AAAAAAAAAX0/z1ZfxsEdh8o/s320/People_will_say_we__re_in_love_by_alangm007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I  will  hold  your  hand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We  will  walk  through  the  long  bridge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drenching  in   drizzle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lost  in  heavens  paradise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I  dream  of   becoming  one  soul  in  you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To  dissolve  into  the  celestial   ecstasy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~  By  Him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S :Awwww! He wrote this poem jus for me..I was feelin a li'l low n trust me this poem made me feel so much better.. Thanx Hon ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-274545569806913778?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/274545569806913778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=274545569806913778&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/274545569806913778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/274545569806913778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/celestial-ecstasy.html' title='Celestial Ecstasy ..'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sheu1DXMppI/AAAAAAAAAX0/z1ZfxsEdh8o/s72-c/People_will_say_we__re_in_love_by_alangm007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-6189562906481826580</id><published>2009-05-22T13:29:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-22T13:31:39.763+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><title type='text'>RedRose ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/ShZblhvNj3I/AAAAAAAAAXs/2C-Tgkiyji4/s1600-h/0000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338555108563980146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/ShZblhvNj3I/AAAAAAAAAXs/2C-Tgkiyji4/s320/0000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kneeling down on your knees,&lt;br /&gt;You whispered "I Love You".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You walked away swiftly,&lt;br /&gt;leaving me far behind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I  called  you,&lt;br /&gt;But  you  did  not  turn  back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I   Saw   your  tear drop ,&lt;br /&gt;On  a  red  rose  lying  on  the  stone. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I  would  have  replied  "I Love You Too",&lt;br /&gt;Only  If  I  was  Alive .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&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/4133311017225366814-6189562906481826580?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6189562906481826580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=6189562906481826580&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/6189562906481826580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/6189562906481826580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/redrose.html' title='RedRose ..'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/ShZblhvNj3I/AAAAAAAAAXs/2C-Tgkiyji4/s72-c/0000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-1268957171886756969</id><published>2009-05-21T08:50:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-23T12:56:41.527+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken heart'/><title type='text'>TearDrop ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/ShTIwXfZCVI/AAAAAAAAAXk/dU-m8Q9POhE/s1600-h/00000favteardrop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338112191605836114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/ShTIwXfZCVI/AAAAAAAAAXk/dU-m8Q9POhE/s320/00000favteardrop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lost in the dark world&lt;br /&gt;I wait for you to come&lt;br /&gt;To rescue me, and walk me home&lt;br /&gt;But, you never came &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My smile turned into a tear&lt;br /&gt;Faith faded into air&lt;br /&gt;Anguish of soul burning me inside&lt;br /&gt;Dark shadows, by my side &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Cold and Lonesome night&lt;br /&gt;My loneliness, i alone fight&lt;br /&gt;Even in my dreams, you said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I wake up with tears in my eyes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason for my tear is you&lt;br /&gt;I would have given some to you&lt;br /&gt;If only i could Turn it into a Pearl&lt;br /&gt;To remind you, i was once your girl .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-1268957171886756969?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1268957171886756969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=1268957171886756969&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/1268957171886756969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/1268957171886756969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/teardrop.html' title='TearDrop ..'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/ShTIwXfZCVI/AAAAAAAAAXk/dU-m8Q9POhE/s72-c/00000favteardrop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-8261822862103734097</id><published>2009-05-21T08:44:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:55:44.582+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Friendship ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/ShTHf0DeGmI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ZT7W8IOMaAo/s1600-h/Friends_by_DeadlyCase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338110807703951970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/ShTHf0DeGmI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ZT7W8IOMaAo/s320/Friends_by_DeadlyCase.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Journey of my life&lt;br /&gt;Goes on the wild roads&lt;br /&gt;The humps and the breaks&lt;br /&gt;Give me a hard times&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But i wont stop&lt;br /&gt;I wont look back&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna move on&lt;br /&gt;With you by my side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;together We walk&lt;br /&gt;Burden of yoke&lt;br /&gt;Is now air like &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You make me strong&lt;br /&gt;Stop me when i go wrong&lt;br /&gt;Made me laugh when was crying&lt;br /&gt;Made me pose with cheesing &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You taught me honesty&lt;br /&gt;Its all about loyalty&lt;br /&gt;You cried when i cried&lt;br /&gt;When i was happy, you overjoyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey might not be smooth&lt;br /&gt;But i enjoy every bit of it&lt;br /&gt;For we face it together&lt;br /&gt;Thus Our friendship is like a flower &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-8261822862103734097?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8261822862103734097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=8261822862103734097&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/8261822862103734097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/8261822862103734097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/friendship.html' title='Friendship ♥'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/ShTHf0DeGmI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ZT7W8IOMaAo/s72-c/Friends_by_DeadlyCase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-4894374016159384383</id><published>2009-05-15T21:49:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:12:21.160+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Almighty ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sg2WgiaSWAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/6W5spUwfyoc/s1600-h/a-little-girl-praying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336086619240945666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sg2WgiaSWAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/6W5spUwfyoc/s320/a-little-girl-praying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My mind is a battlefield&lt;br /&gt;War between good n the evil&lt;br /&gt;Arises millions of questions&lt;br /&gt;On the way so many hindrance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Two sides always juggling&lt;br /&gt;Forcing me to choose one thing&lt;br /&gt;Devilish choices i make&lt;br /&gt;which always looks fairy like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Two kingdoms fight for me&lt;br /&gt;Dark force always attracts me&lt;br /&gt;But in my life God's will be done&lt;br /&gt;For, My lord Will always win ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Good side telling me to go ahead&lt;br /&gt;Evil side dragging me back instead&lt;br /&gt;Confused with the state of mind&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid of staying behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But lord anointed me with his blessings&lt;br /&gt;Leading me always to bright success&lt;br /&gt;The evil in my mind has come to an end&lt;br /&gt;With the Power of god, devil is bent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;His angels guard me&lt;br /&gt;Holy spirit live in me&lt;br /&gt;Blessed i am with his grace&lt;br /&gt;His love for me is so abundance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My faith in him is unshakable&lt;br /&gt;Trusting him everything is accomplish able&lt;br /&gt;The Devil they say, is mighty&lt;br /&gt;I know my holy Father is &lt;em&gt;Almighty !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : I love my god more than anyone in the whole universe.. The feeling of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;knowing god, his glory, his presence in my life is amazing.. My god has given&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me every li'l thing i asked for  *Touchwood* .. Praise My Lord ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-4894374016159384383?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4894374016159384383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=4894374016159384383&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/4894374016159384383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/4894374016159384383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/almighty.html' title='Almighty ..'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sg2WgiaSWAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/6W5spUwfyoc/s72-c/a-little-girl-praying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-5513459378820180948</id><published>2009-05-15T21:16:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:27:26.010+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everlasting love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazylove'/><title type='text'>I wish **</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sg2QILmZAaI/AAAAAAAAAVM/HTTCdluvXSw/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336079603731071394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sg2QILmZAaI/AAAAAAAAAVM/HTTCdluvXSw/s320/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I long for the divine love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pure it is as the lovely dove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Looking at you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Wish&lt;/em&gt; i was the moon you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Your glance sink my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In your presence might melt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beautiful is your love like tulips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish&lt;/em&gt; i was the smile on your lips &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You are my only happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My heart enjoys the perfect bliss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So i lift my hands and look above,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish&lt;/em&gt; i was the love you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I Love You, from my heart and soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Only with you i would be delightful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Illusion of love, is what i foresee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish&lt;/em&gt; i was the dream you see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miles deep is my love for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Brightest star in the sky is only for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Urging to be with you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish&lt;/em&gt; i was the shadow which follows you &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/4133311017225366814-5513459378820180948?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5513459378820180948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=5513459378820180948&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/5513459378820180948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/5513459378820180948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wish.html' title='I wish **'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sg2QILmZAaI/AAAAAAAAAVM/HTTCdluvXSw/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-5623251456724591027</id><published>2009-05-14T20:07:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-31T12:05:32.199+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acrostic poetry'/><title type='text'>Liberation(2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SgxXRpK7csI/AAAAAAAAAVE/-AsyWjzVJqM/s1600-h/Sunshine_by_cooledition.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335735619148280514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SgxXRpK7csI/AAAAAAAAAVE/-AsyWjzVJqM/s320/Sunshine_by_cooledition.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lustrous sun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Impeccable fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Burning desire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ecstasy i acquire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Redeeming the past&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aiming for highest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;© 14/05/09 Vasudha RK, Bangalore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-5623251456724591027?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5623251456724591027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=5623251456724591027&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/5623251456724591027'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-6933574867225716745</id><published>2009-05-13T21:32:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:10:35.452+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acrostic poetry'/><title type='text'>Liberation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sgr0fVf2rKI/AAAAAAAAAU8/bdoda6m7J9k/s1600-h/1969_In_The_Sunshine_by_xianlove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335345527757647010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sgr0fVf2rKI/AAAAAAAAAU8/bdoda6m7J9k/s320/1969_In_The_Sunshine_by_xianlove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SgrwXWETInI/AAAAAAAAAUs/JbupA2tHMYw/s1600-h/black.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;et go of the devil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;nside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;reakthrough the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;vil Doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;each out For stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;bove all i rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;urning hindrances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;nto new chances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;bstacles fall down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;ew day new dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;© 13/05/2009,Vasudha , Bangalore &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/4133311017225366814-6933574867225716745?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6933574867225716745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=6933574867225716745&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/6933574867225716745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/6933574867225716745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/liberation.html' title='Liberation'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sgr0fVf2rKI/AAAAAAAAAU8/bdoda6m7J9k/s72-c/1969_In_The_Sunshine_by_xianlove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-3254259588937750147</id><published>2009-05-09T16:45:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:38:49.348+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='55fiction'/><title type='text'>she could never be me !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SgVmumPLpCI/AAAAAAAAAUU/MbVcYqoFWtc/s1600-h/Punk_by_johnrey54.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He introduced me to her proudly, "This is my girl Sophie !" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She said hello, with Her big eyes scorching my soul.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As i sipped coffee with them, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I saw Her face with wrinkles now, I knew, &lt;em&gt;she could never be me !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I felt a pity, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for he lost a &lt;em&gt;Diamond&lt;/em&gt; while searching for a &lt;em&gt;Stone&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-3254259588937750147?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3254259588937750147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=3254259588937750147&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/3254259588937750147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/3254259588937750147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/she-could-never-be-me.html' title='she could never be me !'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-6544468685295700346</id><published>2009-05-09T16:38:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-25T13:38:03.976+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everlasting love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hurt'/><title type='text'>Death By Love !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SgVlFLT1qfI/AAAAAAAAAUM/g5AjUqewNf4/s1600-h/Embracing_death.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333780473299970546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SgVlFLT1qfI/AAAAAAAAAUM/g5AjUqewNf4/s320/Embracing_death.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The world around me is so cruel&lt;br /&gt;Its just a reflection of hell&lt;br /&gt;Love buried in the grave&lt;br /&gt;Poor heart, only love it craves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Darkness surrounding my happiness&lt;br /&gt;Now i am used to the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;Acids of love burning me all over&lt;br /&gt;Turning my love into hatred forever &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beauty spilling outside the face&lt;br /&gt;Filthy inside, with no grace&lt;br /&gt;Slowly taught me to love&lt;br /&gt;Blindfolded me to deceive &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Act of winning heart, with charm&lt;br /&gt;Felt false warmth, in his arm&lt;br /&gt;His lies echo in my ear like a thunder&lt;br /&gt;How did i lose my mind, I still Wonder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First love, First kiss i tasted&lt;br /&gt;I might lose it, I feared&lt;br /&gt;One in a million, i thought i was blessed&lt;br /&gt;I never had it, I then realised &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I lost it, before i could have it&lt;br /&gt;Cursed is this life, i accept it&lt;br /&gt;My soul no longer hungry for mortality&lt;br /&gt;I only belong  in the eternity &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love, the beauty and the beast, never pleased me&lt;br /&gt;So i sip the poison of love, do not cry for me&lt;br /&gt;Pain leaving my body, is a relieve&lt;br /&gt;Oh ! How amazing is Death By Love !&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/4133311017225366814-6544468685295700346?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6544468685295700346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=6544468685295700346&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/6544468685295700346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/6544468685295700346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/death-by-love.html' title='Death By Love !'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SgVlFLT1qfI/AAAAAAAAAUM/g5AjUqewNf4/s72-c/Embracing_death.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-2589267949903004145</id><published>2009-05-08T09:34:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-08T09:38:33.262+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everlasting love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken heart'/><title type='text'>I Miss You ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SgOwAsw7kfI/AAAAAAAAATs/TwkG_lS18Oc/s1600-h/7a0981b594a448bd2147edb6dfc2b4f7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333299909799678450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SgOwAsw7kfI/AAAAAAAAATs/TwkG_lS18Oc/s320/7a0981b594a448bd2147edb6dfc2b4f7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life would have been different&lt;br /&gt;If we were Together&lt;br /&gt;I would have been livin my life&lt;br /&gt;But You left me, and i forgot to breathe &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looking back all i get is a tear&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were here very near&lt;br /&gt;groaning at the wickedness of my fate&lt;br /&gt;I realise Now its too late &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;waking up with wet eyes i miss you !&lt;br /&gt;Wish i never would have met you&lt;br /&gt;Deep scar in my heart is not healed&lt;br /&gt;The evil side of you is revealed &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate you, as much as i love you&lt;br /&gt;I cry at night thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;Losing you was part of the game&lt;br /&gt;For you played it so lame &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My love for you is pure, i cry no more&lt;br /&gt;For you will stay in my heart forever&lt;br /&gt;As the Star fall down, i wish for you&lt;br /&gt;My heart silently whispers &lt;em&gt;*I MISS YOU*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S :This is For Him&lt;/em&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/4133311017225366814-2589267949903004145?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2589267949903004145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=2589267949903004145&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/2589267949903004145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/2589267949903004145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-miss-you.html' title='I Miss You ...'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SgOwAsw7kfI/AAAAAAAAATs/TwkG_lS18Oc/s72-c/7a0981b594a448bd2147edb6dfc2b4f7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-4252502297381908159</id><published>2009-05-04T19:56:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:20:51.368+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>TIME ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sf8AfQxctdI/AAAAAAAAATE/-DvHuWFfwu0/s1600-h/Stop_time_III_by_vimark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331981020908271058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sf8AfQxctdI/AAAAAAAAATE/-DvHuWFfwu0/s320/Stop_time_III_by_vimark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The silence surrounded my room in the hot afternoon..Only thing i could hear was the tic tic of my stupid li'l clock.. For no reason i was angry on time and the way it runs without a break. Who made this time any way??Is my biggest question ! Hmmm i was thinkin of buyin myself a book and jus read it on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Yea its like the millionth time i am thinkin of buyin a book but not yet bought..I was so caught up in some work for the last couple of days that i dint even have time to get bored,no time to sit and do some crappy things which i do and call it productive ! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holy shit ! i shouted, scaring myself to death.. I missed myself sooo damn terribly..Oh yea i suddenly realised i am all alone in my cave like dark room with tic tic of my clock and swirling sound of fan and myself ! WoW ! i thought.. Let me delight myself with some melodious music. I played love story loudly.. Took out couple of my books and cleaned em hoping to read one.But then i thought i could do it some time later when i have *TIME*.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That very thought of time again freaked me out.. Soooo little time and soooo much to do !! Getting bored is one big thing i wanna do all the *TIME* ..Building myself this huuuuuuuuge library and stuff all my fav books in the rack.Go on a cruise trip to some remote island.Horse riding wearing a white gown, like a Runaway Bride .. Go to moon, touch him once at least n see whats so special about him that i am so damn crazy about him ! Scuba diving, Buying myself a chocolate factory. Flying like a bird, or flying a plane at least ! Again getting bored in between all these stuffs..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In fact getting bored in my life is my top priority cuz it gives me that *STAMINA* to think about all the unworthy, useless things son earth. Like building myself a big mansion in Rome.Writing a book about myself.Watching and buying all the Hollywood movies.Huh! As i was thinking about the things i wanna do in soo li'l time i was shocked again. Cuz never did i mention about getting married and having like 5 o 6 kids. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And that would consume so much of my friggin *TIME*So now where would i get *TIME* to delight myself jus like i did this afternoon??When would i buy myself a good book and give myself a treat?? Time keep tugging me.Sometimes somethings in life are unattended.I dunno if i could build myself a mansion But i would sure give myself a quality time every now and then. Pamper myself !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have this weird obsession about myself !! *Hehehehe*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My stupid clock was running fast and furious, dunno why !! Suddenly it was a beautiful cloudy evening. N i dint do anything.. Thought i ll pen down this wonderful creepy experience of mine in my blog !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-4252502297381908159?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4252502297381908159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=4252502297381908159&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/4252502297381908159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/4252502297381908159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/time.html' title='TIME ..'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sf8AfQxctdI/AAAAAAAAATE/-DvHuWFfwu0/s72-c/Stop_time_III_by_vimark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-105638005706211179</id><published>2009-05-04T19:14:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-04T19:15:33.317+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My favourites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>What My B'Day Says ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Birthday's Wisdom is Rebirth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourbirthdayswisdomquiz/birthday.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You believe the beauty of life is that anyone can be reborn at anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is full of fresh starts, and you take one whenever it comes your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are constantly evolving and changing. And to you, that's a beautiful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't the person you used to be... you're so much better now! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourbirthdayswisdomquiz/"&gt;What's Your Birthday's Wisdom?&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/4133311017225366814-105638005706211179?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/105638005706211179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=105638005706211179&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/105638005706211179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/105638005706211179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-my-bday-says.html' title='What My B&apos;Day Says ..'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-5138111083839987836</id><published>2009-04-30T23:54:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:58:44.011+05:30</updated><title type='text'>TiTaNiC ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sfntbc3_hCI/AAAAAAAAAS0/fusHfE2GwNo/s1600-h/Titanic_movie_Leonardo_di_Caprio_Kate_Winslett_embrace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330552689832985634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sfntbc3_hCI/AAAAAAAAAS0/fusHfE2GwNo/s320/Titanic_movie_Leonardo_di_Caprio_Kate_Winslett_embrace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am so damn tired right now. But i couldn't resist from writing. My iTunes playing me M&lt;em&gt;y heart will go on&lt;/em&gt;... Wonderful song ! I thought lemme pen down how much the movie Titanic and the song means to me. I still remember i saw the movie for the first time when i was in 7Th std.. Roughly talking, i don exactly remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been my fav since then. Every time the song used to pop on M TV i used to watch it with full volume, harassing my neighbours lol !! Yes the song has been my all time romantic fav song. I cry every time i watch the movie.Oh yeah trust me on this one.The lyrics of the song make me very emotional.As a matter of fact each word hit my already weak heart like a bang. I usually fall for the beautiful things around me very easily.Like soft music, romantic movie or a good book attracts me more than boys do.. hehehe.. Now while i am typing this, i realise how terribly i missed my bloggie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coming back to movie, One classic love story which would always remain my fav.Every bit of it is full of emotions, and Love. Fell in love with Jack when i was around 13 i guess.. Huh ! He is my boy till today ..hehehe.. I mean none of the charming actor have replaced him,His innocence in the movie, his charming love made me mad about him. And talking about the song,I became a huge fan of Celine Dion ! Worshipped her like goddess for singing it so beautifully. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is for all the lovers out there.. This post is for all those who love titanic like crazy like me..For all those Who are in love &lt;em&gt;! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;U r here in my heart, And my heart will go on and on..... &lt;/em&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/4133311017225366814-5138111083839987836?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5138111083839987836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=5138111083839987836&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/5138111083839987836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/5138111083839987836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/titanic.html' title='TiTaNiC ♥'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sfntbc3_hCI/AAAAAAAAAS0/fusHfE2GwNo/s72-c/Titanic_movie_Leonardo_di_Caprio_Kate_Winslett_embrace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-1263248791029094602</id><published>2009-04-24T23:45:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-24T23:51:12.223+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Rain ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SfIC5qf_GPI/AAAAAAAAASU/iLsky7bdtt4/s1600-h/goth_girl_in_rain_with_violin.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328324498816964850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SfIC5qf_GPI/AAAAAAAAASU/iLsky7bdtt4/s320/goth_girl_in_rain_with_violin.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beautiful one which was the real human in me&lt;br /&gt;Standing in front of the mirror i search for inner me&lt;br /&gt;Smile faded, shadow betrayed !&lt;br /&gt;I think of starting everything new,&lt;br /&gt;But end up feeling Blue !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings of heart so blur&lt;br /&gt;Crazy thoughts make a big swirl&lt;br /&gt;Scars hurt deep down&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in my life is my own !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the lane,&lt;br /&gt;I silently cry , so someone could cure my pain !&lt;br /&gt;The empty bench welcomes me&lt;br /&gt;Sitting there, I wait for someone to hear me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black clouds filling the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Birds so freely above fly !&lt;br /&gt;Raindrops falling down&lt;br /&gt;Made it easy for me to mourn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder is it the drop of rain&lt;br /&gt;Or the teardrop of my pain !&lt;br /&gt;I let the rain drench me like never&lt;br /&gt;I promised to love myself forever !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water flowing down the streets&lt;br /&gt;Took away all my sins&lt;br /&gt;Love the rain which took away all my sadness&lt;br /&gt;I feel like an angel dipped in happiness !&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/4133311017225366814-1263248791029094602?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1263248791029094602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=1263248791029094602&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/1263248791029094602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/1263248791029094602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/rain.html' title='Rain ..'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SfIC5qf_GPI/AAAAAAAAASU/iLsky7bdtt4/s72-c/goth_girl_in_rain_with_violin.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-177470327912359565</id><published>2009-04-24T22:19:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-24T23:24:36.402+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Love Is In The Air ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328301637936176546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SfHuG_FRXaI/AAAAAAAAASM/2yVQHaQVPkI/s320/54df56b6d2ef8505ff8a8a3ec46b7ae5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I smile without a reason,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sing without the music&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dance without a song,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You came into my life as a fresh gentle breeze&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Made my life worth living, The world looks more beautiful than ever &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My heart filled with exuberance with your charming love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You make me fall for you again and again !&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/4133311017225366814-177470327912359565?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/177470327912359565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=177470327912359565&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/177470327912359565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/177470327912359565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love Is In The Air ...'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SfHuG_FRXaI/AAAAAAAAASM/2yVQHaQVPkI/s72-c/54df56b6d2ef8505ff8a8a3ec46b7ae5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-5469822858329137102</id><published>2009-04-24T21:53:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:00:04.101+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Irresistible ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SfHo7N8oD8I/AAAAAAAAASE/18n7TeHlkbo/s1600-h/Love_bite_by_m00nwhisper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328295938209877954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SfHo7N8oD8I/AAAAAAAAASE/18n7TeHlkbo/s320/Love_bite_by_m00nwhisper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pain&lt;br /&gt;turning&lt;br /&gt;into pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;Lying naked&lt;br /&gt;Next to your body,&lt;br /&gt;I melt into nothingness with your tender touch&lt;br /&gt;In a endless night taking my soul&lt;br /&gt;to heavenly&lt;br /&gt;pleasure !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS: My contribution to the Loung .. Irresistible series !&lt;br /&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/4133311017225366814-5469822858329137102?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5469822858329137102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=5469822858329137102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/5469822858329137102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/5469822858329137102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/irresistible.html' title='Irresistible ...'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SfHo7N8oD8I/AAAAAAAAASE/18n7TeHlkbo/s72-c/Love_bite_by_m00nwhisper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-8659293674135619828</id><published>2009-04-24T20:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:29:28.947+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Pain ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SfHS6Ok5IVI/AAAAAAAAAR8/tEJcegCOQBI/s1600-h/Lonely_Rider_by_thaowurr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328271731943088466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SfHS6Ok5IVI/AAAAAAAAAR8/tEJcegCOQBI/s320/Lonely_Rider_by_thaowurr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pain in my heart is unbearable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sense of Loss is so miserable,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jumbled thoughts in my head&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unanswered questions in my mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walking through the misty passage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heading nowhereI search for something&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dim lights, scary long nights my only companions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tears frozen, Empty Heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My senses numb, I am lost in my own world ! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-8659293674135619828?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8659293674135619828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=8659293674135619828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/8659293674135619828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/8659293674135619828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/pain.html' title='Pain ..'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SfHS6Ok5IVI/AAAAAAAAAR8/tEJcegCOQBI/s72-c/Lonely_Rider_by_thaowurr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-7759377516851525918</id><published>2009-04-23T11:51:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-23T14:38:37.607+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='55fiction'/><title type='text'>Life ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SfAJv10SUwI/AAAAAAAAARk/PBuba3yFS5w/s1600-h/untitled__by_septian93.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327769076684182274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SfAJv10SUwI/AAAAAAAAARk/PBuba3yFS5w/s320/untitled__by_septian93.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes i lose, sometimes i win&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes tears, sometimes smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes frustration, sometimes hope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somethings in life never change,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;somethings in life never happen the way i want..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But life taught me to accept things as they are and move on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its only one life i get to live, I live it to the fullest !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S : My contribution to the lounge.&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/4133311017225366814-7759377516851525918?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7759377516851525918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=7759377516851525918&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/7759377516851525918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/7759377516851525918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/life.html' title='Life ...'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SfAJv10SUwI/AAAAAAAAARk/PBuba3yFS5w/s72-c/untitled__by_septian93.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-5738679941366421332</id><published>2009-04-21T01:04:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-21T09:43:23.145+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Lost ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SezPiFWlVUI/AAAAAAAAAQo/PmHGDyOwALY/s1600-h/flutterings_in_my_mind_by_hengie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326860643731854658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SezPiFWlVUI/AAAAAAAAAQo/PmHGDyOwALY/s320/flutterings_in_my_mind_by_hengie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dream of walking in a white gown, the aisle, to you.For it is like reaching for the shining star in the sky.I dream of Running from a distance and fall in your arms.My heart grows bigger, for you stay in it.I talk to you in my dreams.You are a delight to my eyes.Bliss for my dreams.I close my eyes to see the reflection of you.The thought of you carried me to a perfect ecstasy.my love for you would never die.Deep down in my heart, my feelings for you would never fade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My heart is lost.For it no more belongs to me.You the culprit stole it from me.I long for your heart.I want to keep it safe forever with me.I stand beside the road just to see you pass by.Every time you walk like a breeze stealing my heart,leaving me breathless behind.I forget to breath as you pass by.My heart stops beating.It takes a moment for me to return to the real world.For,surreal world of love is lunatic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I let my heart love you.I let my heart lose for you.I think i should tell you my darling, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I Love You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.I know i am close my dream.I stand beside the same tree, on the same road you take, waiting for you to come.Misty morning more romantic than ever.The morning dew and red roses singing love.Time seemed to be standstill.I could no more wait to tell.I am getting the urge to see you never like before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As i was lost in my deep thoughts, i saw you walking.My heart sank at the sight.You holding her by your side went without even looking at me.As you walked stroking her hair, you took my life away.My dreams shattered.I hit the rock bottom.Heartbroken,i stood there frozen.The sadness seemed to last forever.I cried for you, hard to stop my tears.The sense of loss growing like a gigantic mountain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The quest for love in your plain eyes went in vain.My eyes speak about my love story,Never did you perceive my love for you in my eyes.My heart beating so fast standing beside you, my feelings went unnoticed by your senseless heart.Your touch take my breath away, you did not See am breathless in your love.Everyday i go to the roadside,stand beside a tree cry out loud for you.Searching for the pieces of my heart.Empty and numb i stood, searching for the path.&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/4133311017225366814-5738679941366421332?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5738679941366421332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=5738679941366421332&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/5738679941366421332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/5738679941366421332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/lost.html' title='Lost ..'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SezPiFWlVUI/AAAAAAAAAQo/PmHGDyOwALY/s72-c/flutterings_in_my_mind_by_hengie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-5455011469554714603</id><published>2009-04-20T02:10:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:06:43.158+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Like The Rain I Have Fallen For You ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SeuTE-xMrOI/AAAAAAAAAPo/7f1vRFIgt6Y/s1600-h/tit.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326512698073853154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SeuTE-xMrOI/AAAAAAAAAPo/7f1vRFIgt6Y/s320/tit.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I walked holding my gown up in one of my hand and my heels in the other hand.He said "You look beautiful" ! My face showed my expressions before i could even realise that I'm blushing.I threw away my heels and ran into his arms.He closed my eyes with his tender hands and asked me to walk along with him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As we walked i could feel the cool sand caressing my feet.I could hear the thunder sound of massive waves.He opened my eyes and i stood in front of the sea shore.Me with him and the moonlit beach.I was spellbound at the sight.His presence graced the beauty of the sea.He put his hand on my waist.Never i have felt so safe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We both stood there watching the sea immovable.Dreamy conversation went on.I could feel his warmth around my body.His manly smell driving me crazy.My madness increasing.He pulled me close to him.Held my hand and we danced to the music of the serene sea.I rest my head on his shoulder.His protection around my waist.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I knew he was the one for me.He slowly moved his soft lips on my cheeks.My heart beating so fast.I moved my face standing on the tip of my toe, pressed my lips gently on his lips.The gentle, passionate kiss was so perfect for the night.The joy in my heart made my face radiant as the moon.We walked along the sea shore, holding each other's hand.The silence fell between us.Our hearts talking to each other.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My love for him is deeper than the ocean,Higher than the sky,more beautiful than the full moon.I was floating on the clouds.Suddenly the thunderstorm brought me down to earth.I wondered did the heaven's plan my romantic night with the moon, sea and the rain all together??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As the rain drops hit the sand,I told him i am falling for you just like rain.Kiss in the rain was like tasting the love.We sat down on the wet sand,surrounded by the cool soothing air and dipped in the shower of love.No measure for my happiness.I silently wished the moon would never set, sun would never rise and the night would never end, for i want to live this way whole my life !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/143/6C756C6258EC8D994DE2072C926DC3BB.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&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/4133311017225366814-5455011469554714603?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5455011469554714603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=5455011469554714603&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/5455011469554714603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/5455011469554714603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/like-rain-i-have-fallen-for-you.html' title='Like The Rain I Have Fallen For You ...'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SeuTE-xMrOI/AAAAAAAAAPo/7f1vRFIgt6Y/s72-c/tit.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-3457686082699150064</id><published>2009-04-19T02:19:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-19T02:40:15.887+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Dark Angel ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SepBQ7iDJEI/AAAAAAAAAPY/cLQxndZ1Huo/s1600-h/Faerie_Gothic_by_blondebabyblue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326141268433249346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SepBQ7iDJEI/AAAAAAAAAPY/cLQxndZ1Huo/s320/Faerie_Gothic_by_blondebabyblue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Seo-rKF__vI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/nnpMGYqHS7I/s1600-h/Dark_angel_by_fallen616angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As the dusk falls down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warmth of the sun washed away by the chill breeze.&lt;br /&gt;As the darkness spread around the world,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the night put the universe to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up as silence fell.The door to my world flung open.&lt;br /&gt;The breathtaking dark night sent a quickening chill.&lt;br /&gt;Black is my colour.Darkness is my happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Full moon an illusionist in my imperial.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spilling its beauty upon me.&lt;br /&gt;Spreading light on the black river.Perfect sight to behold.&lt;br /&gt;My dreams coming to life.My mind set free to wander.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My thoughts flowing like a river&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I fly in the sky reaching for the stars&lt;br /&gt;I envy the sleep.The silence sings to me a song of the night&lt;br /&gt;Waves of the miles deep sea and the sandy sea shore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; left alone underneath the sky to romance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The harsh wind carrying the rustling leaves&lt;br /&gt;Silent night is a beautiful gift&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I command the sun to set,moon to rise,&lt;br /&gt;wind to blow,silence to sing.I own the night&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For, i am the queen of darkness&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ruler of the night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They call me a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dark Angel !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4133311017225366814-3457686082699150064?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3457686082699150064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=3457686082699150064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/3457686082699150064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/3457686082699150064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/dark-angel.html' title='Dark Angel ...'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SepBQ7iDJEI/AAAAAAAAAPY/cLQxndZ1Huo/s72-c/Faerie_Gothic_by_blondebabyblue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-7789363925198481718</id><published>2009-04-16T17:44:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:01:54.744+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Life After Death ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SecirToWAnI/AAAAAAAAAOI/spw7_ErRGhM/s1600-h/faaaaavvvvvvvvv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325263211788108402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SecirToWAnI/AAAAAAAAAOI/spw7_ErRGhM/s320/faaaaavvvvvvvvv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm running away from myself and from the cruel world.To hide myself in the darkness.To sit and cry until my tears are frozen.The deep wounds hurt me.The pain inside my heart aches.Scars remind me of how much i loved you.I was the loser in every game you played with me.I promise to love you till i die.You saw me lying there helpless.Turned your back on me and walked away.Disappeared from my sight,bruising my heart.Crushing my love.Stamping my rose.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I called you for help.I dragged myself to reach out for you.Tried to touch you for the last time and tell you how much i love you !I was left alone in the darkness under the dark sky.The pain you caused was killing me slowly.I was lost in the surreal world with so many questions in my head.I waited for you to return and love me the way i loved you.I shut my eyes and prayed to the falling star to send you back to me.There was only the sky left filled with stars to talk with.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know you wouldn't return.Broken heart aches lot more than the bruised knee.How funny it is,i still love you with my broken heart.A heart once broken, is broken forever ! My Shattered heart pieces lie there with me.Your Every lie echoing in my ears.Your fake love choking my breath.Drenching me in the evil blood of your sin.I could no more bear the pain in my heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I buried my miseries.I buried all my desires.I remembered the love song i sang for you.I remembered the red rose, which is safe in my notebook.remembered you as i slowly closed my eyes.Tears rolling down.I know this is the end of me..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I saw an Angel by my grave dressed in white.Stretched her hand, calling me.I felt light.My heart overjoyed for no reason.I rose from the miseries.Looking back i saw myself lying there peacefully.Do not mourn for my death, My Dear. I'm in eternal life.All my scars,pain healed.I no more have the broken heart.I have the heart filled with the immortal love.My heart feels the immense happiness of pure love.I'm living the life after my death.Life after death is Amazing !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4133311017225366814-7789363925198481718?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7789363925198481718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=7789363925198481718&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/7789363925198481718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/7789363925198481718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-after-death.html' title='Life After Death ..'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SecirToWAnI/AAAAAAAAAOI/spw7_ErRGhM/s72-c/faaaaavvvvvvvvv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-7180855062788232420</id><published>2009-04-07T00:36:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-10T13:13:30.343+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>The Mid-Night Rain ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SdpWA_02QJI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ifnsosZUG8s/s1600-h/favvvvvvvv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321660484824744082" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 256px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SdpWA_02QJI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ifnsosZUG8s/s320/favvvvvvvv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was curled up in my blanket.I was dreaming about something i don't remember.I slowly opened up my eyes.I felt i was in a different world.I could not feel the ground for some reason.I didn't know what time was it.I got out of the bed.It was a beautiful cloudy evening.I stood by the window watching the sun set down leaving me there all alone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The cool breeze kissed me.I sipped my hot coffee.The dark clouds grew thicker.I was very happy to see such a weather.I played my favourite music.I stepped into the shower and the hot water touched my body slowly relaxing my every muscle.The lovely weather and my favourite music added more fun to my bathe.I was lost in the fragrance and was singing loudly.A loud clap of thunderstorm shake me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I stepped out wrapped in a towel, picked up my favourite lingerie.Dried my hair.Without any reason i was happy inside.I was dancing while i dried my hair.I sprinkled my perfume.The awesome aromatic flavour  drew me to some magical land.I slipped in my black gown.I left my brown hair open.I rubbed a little lip balm.I stepped into my black leather heels.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I walked down the lane.The breeze whispered something in my ear which made me blush, i smiled at myself.I wanted to know why my heart was so happy and singing so loud inside.I left behind my scent as i walked.The cold wind carried my flavour.I sat on the bench far from the crowd..Waiting to hear the sound of the thunder again. The chilly air was driving me crazy..I looked up at the dark cloudy sky..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I felt like dancing looking at such a beautiful sky with black clouds.. I saw a butterfly on the bench..I felt it was telling me something..I was overjoyed at the sight of a butterfly and the heavenly weather.I was singing out loud not bothered about the world.The drop of a rain touched my lips.I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; closed my eyes, held my head up high..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; spread my arms wide open like wings of a bird.I felt light inside.I was floating in the air..I was scared my heart might just explode with the extreme happiness.I knew why was i so happy. The droplets started pouring down touching my face.The mid-night rain drenched me..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I realised why was my heart singing out loud.I knew why was i here.I realised how much i missed rain.I shut my eyes gently to listen to the sound of rain.I was immersed in the unseen happiness.I was in a different world.I was held by the magical rain.It washed away my sorrows..It filled my heart with the exuberance.I wanted to grab hold of it and never let it go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The steamy rain was still pouring down as i walked back with my soaked gown and wet hair.I love rain ,it always listens to my stories, sings to me, pours down when I'm alone, wash away my tears.I walked back with a smile on my face.I wondered whether it's a drop a tear or a drop of a rain rolling down my cheeks ! &lt;/strong&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/4133311017225366814-7180855062788232420?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7180855062788232420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=7180855062788232420&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/7180855062788232420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/7180855062788232420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/mid-night-rain.html' title='The Mid-Night Rain ...'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SdpWA_02QJI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ifnsosZUG8s/s72-c/favvvvvvvv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-4746706778361608455</id><published>2009-04-05T23:37:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:49:33.111+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>A World Different From Yours..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sdj1Ett0heI/AAAAAAAAANw/XmRefyEM94o/s1600-h/Lost_and_Confused_by_Rowiel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321272421078304226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sdj1Ett0heI/AAAAAAAAANw/XmRefyEM94o/s320/Lost_and_Confused_by_Rowiel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sit alone staring at the starry night..My mind full of jumbled thoughts..I try to arrange my thoughts.. But the confusion grows.. The thoughts flow from a romantic song i love the most to the dress I've to buy.. I get lost in my own world..I see the surreal beauty there.. I hear the melody of a romantic song.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I talk to myself.. I smile lookin at the half moon.. I get confused with my own thoughts..I wonder why do i think so much..Why do i talk to myself.. Why am i so lost in my crazy world..Why do i have so many questions in my head?? Its kind of a battle going on in my mind..The smoky thoughts keep haunting me.. I don't understand my thoughts sometimes..It makes me blue..Sometimes make me happy..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes confuse me with the real world..May be I'm a crazy girl..Or may be i am an emo..Still i like being in my own world..I think about the beautiful butterfly.. I think of a bird. I think of a cute li'l baby..I think of him.. I think of the love song.. I think of the weird stuffs.. I get lost in my own world..I keep wondering about the surprises life s gonna bring me..I really get excited about tomorrow..I think whats in the next chapter of my life..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have always thought of my life as a book..Which teaches me so many new lessons.. The tough tests, experiences..I wait for something in my mind.. I look out for something unseen.. I search for somethin I've never lost..Try to hear somethin unheard.. I'm forced to think why am i so confused with my own life and my very own thoughts..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why can't i figure out what exactly i want?? Why is it soo difficult for me to take a decision..Why am i lost in unknown thoughts?? I have no control over the flow of my own thoughts..Am i tryin to be a perfect girl and a lead a perfect life ? Is it the answer to a bunch of jumbled thoughts?? Or may be i am tryin too hard to get somethin.. But i really dunno what i want..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After this huge fight with myself i realised life is not about being perfect or life is not about finding the answers..Life isn't about yesterday or tomorrow..Life is all about living for the moment..Life is a lyrics, given to me to compose a beautiful music and to sing.Life is a black n white picture given to me to colour it as i wish n make it colourful.Life is a mystery given to me to solve it.. May be with the help of my never ending thoughts..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like the way i am.. I like the way i think.. I like being in my own world..Cuz i know i'll figure out answers to all my questions, to all my thoughts when time comes.. One by one life will answer me.. I'll keep thinking for it is my daily dose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-4746706778361608455?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4746706778361608455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=4746706778361608455&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/4746706778361608455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/4746706778361608455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/world-different-from-yours.html' title='A World Different From Yours..'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sdj1Ett0heI/AAAAAAAAANw/XmRefyEM94o/s72-c/Lost_and_Confused_by_Rowiel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-3187655886272488779</id><published>2009-03-28T11:46:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-28T22:39:53.866+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>AutoBio ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Fill this out IN YOUR OWN WORDS andrepost as, my autobiography.&lt;br /&gt;-Prologue-&lt;br /&gt;1. Who took your default pic?&lt;br /&gt;-- Fren&lt;br /&gt;2. Exactly what are you wearing rightnow?&lt;br /&gt;-- gray t shirt wit the quote urban girl n black shorts.. :)&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your current problem?&lt;br /&gt;-- Love prob .. awww ! :((&lt;br /&gt;4. What makes you most happy?&lt;br /&gt;-- Music :))&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the name of the song thatyou're listening to?&lt;br /&gt;-- Girlfriend..&lt;br /&gt;6. do you like MTV?&lt;br /&gt;-- Hell yeah .. :))&lt;br /&gt;7. Name something that annoys youabout people?&lt;br /&gt;-- Arrogance&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1:&lt;br /&gt;1. Nickname&lt;br /&gt;-- Vasu, butterfly,bond girl [i luv it] :))&lt;br /&gt;2. eye color?&lt;br /&gt;-- brown&lt;br /&gt;3. hair color?&lt;br /&gt;-- brownish&lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2:&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you live with your parent(s)?&lt;br /&gt;-- Nope&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you get along with your parent(s)?&lt;br /&gt;-- Totally :))&lt;br /&gt;3. Are your parentsmarried/separated/divorced?&lt;br /&gt;-- Married&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you have any brothers or sisters?&lt;br /&gt;-- two sisters, One bro :p&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 3:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAVORITE&lt;br /&gt;1. Ice Cream?&lt;br /&gt;-- Butterscotch wit lots of nuts, chocolate, lots n lots of chocolates n nuts..&lt;br /&gt;2. Season/s?&lt;br /&gt;-- Winter !&lt;br /&gt;3. Book:&lt;br /&gt;-- If tomorrow comes. :))&lt;br /&gt;4. Band:&lt;br /&gt;-- No particular band..&lt;br /&gt;5. Food:&lt;br /&gt;-- Noodles, any thin spicy, jawar roti..&lt;br /&gt;6. drink(s) (non alcoholic):&lt;br /&gt;-- Coffee, lemonade ,milk+bournavita:))&lt;br /&gt;8. past-time:&lt;br /&gt;-- Shoppin, net, books, movies..&lt;br /&gt;9. pen color:&lt;br /&gt;-- blue.&lt;br /&gt;10. store:&lt;br /&gt;-- every store in malls&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO YOU-&lt;br /&gt;1.Write on your hand?&lt;br /&gt;-- Yeahhhh... A heart .. :))&lt;br /&gt;2. Call people back?&lt;br /&gt;-- Yep.. N ask 'em to cal me back .. hehehe ..&lt;br /&gt;4. Sleep on a certain side of the bed?&lt;br /&gt;-- Yea, wall side usually ..&lt;br /&gt;5. Have Mental Health Issues?&lt;br /&gt;-- Nah .. But ma fren think i'm split personality .. Poor guy..&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 5:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have You:&lt;br /&gt;1. Broken a bone?&lt;br /&gt;-- Yea, once slightly .. :(&lt;br /&gt;3. Had physical therapy?&lt;br /&gt;-- nope.&lt;br /&gt;4. Gotten surgery?&lt;br /&gt;-- nope.&lt;br /&gt;5. Taken painkillers?&lt;br /&gt;-- yup. toothaches.&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever gone scubadiving/snorkeling?&lt;br /&gt;-- Noooo ... :(&lt;br /&gt;7. Been stung by a bee?&lt;br /&gt;-- no.&lt;br /&gt;8. Threw up in a doctors office ??&lt;br /&gt;-- Yepp.. By my dad.. Was runnin outta hospital cuz i heard doc talkin abt injection.. Long Story !!&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 6:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who/what was the last:&lt;br /&gt;1. Movie you saw in the movie theatres?&lt;br /&gt;-- Jab V met ..&lt;br /&gt;2. Person to text you?&lt;br /&gt;-- Pravil[who cals me a msg maniac, he s one too]&lt;br /&gt;3. Thing you touched?&lt;br /&gt;-- Touchpad :p&lt;br /&gt;5. Thing you said?&lt;br /&gt;-- U r sooo cutee ..&lt;br /&gt;7. Person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;-- My roomie..Last night. :p&lt;br /&gt;10. Person to call you ??&lt;br /&gt;-- MoM&lt;br /&gt;11. Last book you read?&lt;br /&gt;-- Twilight&lt;br /&gt;12. Last movie watched that you nearly cried?&lt;br /&gt;-- A Walk To Remember.. I cried a lot..&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 7:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who/what was the first:&lt;br /&gt;1. first boy you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;-- x&lt;br /&gt;2. first person you had a crush on?&lt;br /&gt;-- Vishal&lt;br /&gt;3. first person to fell inlove with you?&lt;br /&gt;-- x&lt;br /&gt;4. first gift you received during your 7th birthday?&lt;br /&gt;-- A dress.. Like a tradition ..&lt;br /&gt;5. first person you look up to until now?&lt;br /&gt;-- Dad+Mom&lt;br /&gt;6. first date?&lt;br /&gt;-- My stupid x ! :x&lt;br /&gt;7. first word?&lt;br /&gt;-- I guess mamma&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 8:&lt;br /&gt;your kind of guy/girl:&lt;br /&gt;1. Good looks/Brains ?&lt;br /&gt;-- Good Looks :))&lt;br /&gt;2. Loyal/rich?&lt;br /&gt;-- Loyal&lt;br /&gt;3. Flirt/Serious?&lt;br /&gt;-- Serious..&lt;br /&gt;4. Smoker?&lt;br /&gt;-- Nooooooooo...&lt;br /&gt;5. confident?&lt;br /&gt;-- Yea..&lt;br /&gt;6. virgin?&lt;br /&gt;-- y not? :p&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 9:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More about me:&lt;br /&gt;1. ambitions in life?&lt;br /&gt;-- Make money, Travel , Live happily.. :))&lt;br /&gt;2. dream place?&lt;br /&gt;-- London :))&lt;br /&gt;3. motto:&lt;br /&gt;-- Its not abt fate, its al abt faith in lord.. :))&lt;br /&gt;4. your worst enemy?&lt;br /&gt;-- Some Bitch&lt;br /&gt;5. your favorite expression?&lt;br /&gt;-- Ayyo deva/omg .. which i often use..&lt;br /&gt;6. a line you keep on saying that everyone finds hard to understand?&lt;br /&gt;-- I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;7. you often cry because of:&lt;br /&gt;-- Heart touching movies, Sad ending books where usually d lead lady dies, When somebody shouts, when my frens act real rude .. Huge list..&lt;br /&gt;8. Hate :&lt;br /&gt;-- Liars&lt;br /&gt;9.Love:&lt;br /&gt;--Life,travellin,books,choc,music,frens,kittens,bikes,cars,fam,anime,sid,hp,movies,shoppin,my cel,textin,late night talk on phone .. :)) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun fillin it up..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-3187655886272488779?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3187655886272488779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=3187655886272488779&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Scpf6sYYYrI/AAAAAAAAANg/mS-O8UuEX4o/s1600-h/normal_a-walk-to-remember_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317167772014764722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Scpf6sYYYrI/AAAAAAAAANg/mS-O8UuEX4o/s320/normal_a-walk-to-remember_0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/ScpdJyNdzkI/AAAAAAAAANY/OpLwge1WbUU/s1600-h/bac670a677ba0d66.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is always patient and kind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is never jealous.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is never boastful or concieted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is never rude or selfish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It does not take offence and is not resentful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but delights in the truth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is always ready to excuse, to trust,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to hope,and to endure whatever comes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- A Walk To Remember&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/4133311017225366814-5963810625257287283?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5963810625257287283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=5963810625257287283&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/5963810625257287283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/5963810625257287283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/love.html' title='Love..'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Scpf6sYYYrI/AAAAAAAAANg/mS-O8UuEX4o/s72-c/normal_a-walk-to-remember_0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-6786394495003718372</id><published>2009-03-11T22:47:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-22T14:32:10.016+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Some of my Fav quotes..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sbf3kxTOr9I/AAAAAAAAANM/_qzgGsn4E00/s1600-h/Cross-Anon.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;strong&gt;If I were to give ppl one clue as to how to achieve true happiness,it would be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Find something you would die for, and live for that..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Ever you miss me never you cry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For a drop of tear in your eyes is a day less in my life..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Too often we underestimate the power of&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;an honest compliment, or the smallest act of care,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all of which have the potential to turn life round..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ However rare true love is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;True friendship is rarer..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Would you like to swing on a star ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and carry moonbeans home in your jar ? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Never be normal for normality is the fault of mankind &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Whatever you give to life, it gives you back &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do not hate anybody.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The hatred which comes out from you will someday come back to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love others, And Love will come back to you..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&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/4133311017225366814-6786394495003718372?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6786394495003718372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=6786394495003718372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/6786394495003718372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/6786394495003718372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-of-my-fav-quotes.html' title='Some of my Fav quotes..'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-2181951068609363787</id><published>2009-03-10T21:40:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:06:04.044+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Love'/><title type='text'>Hit By Love ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SbaTwHUO7MI/AAAAAAAAANE/pd4rHb7rdwI/s1600-h/Koji_Pretty_Boy_Close_Up_by_manic_goose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311595265336995010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SbaTwHUO7MI/AAAAAAAAANE/pd4rHb7rdwI/s320/Koji_Pretty_Boy_Close_Up_by_manic_goose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was lost in my own world with my own crazy thoughts..I was suddenly hit by this thing called love..I don't know from where and how..Hey ! cupid did you do somethin with that arrow of yours?? May be you did..Why does that guy makes me blush crimson red..Totally spin my head right round..Driving me crazy all the time..Killing me with his killer looks..He is like this Edward Cullen from Twilight..So perfect, so elegant yet so magnetic..Everything about him so perfect..God! He is killing me..I'm smiling without any reason..He is all over my mind.Takes my breath away..Making my blood rush to my face every time..I don't know how many friggin times i will end up writing about him..I don't know how many times i'll fall in love with him..His smile melts my heart..Skipping my beat..Talking about him all the time..I'm so totally going mad..His words made my day ! Love is madness and i love being in love..Dancing around like a drunken girl..My friends are calling me nuts..I'm feeling it difficult to breath with him in my mind..My extreme happiness is drivin me nuts..I'm short of words..Oh ! dear boy plzzz stop killing me like this..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love u more ! mmmmmmuuuhhhaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-2181951068609363787?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2181951068609363787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=2181951068609363787&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/2181951068609363787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/2181951068609363787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/hit-by-love.html' title='Hit By Love ...'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SbaTwHUO7MI/AAAAAAAAANE/pd4rHb7rdwI/s72-c/Koji_Pretty_Boy_Close_Up_by_manic_goose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-6091467976095875370</id><published>2009-03-03T23:06:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:27:59.594+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Angel Of Sea ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sa1u51pKXZI/AAAAAAAAAMA/mX1oJXYOf68/s1600-h/Mermaid_Jewellery_by_MySweetDarkness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309021475671006610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sa1u51pKXZI/AAAAAAAAAMA/mX1oJXYOf68/s320/Mermaid_Jewellery_by_MySweetDarkness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I live in the deep blue sea..Maiden of mystery.. Blue bubbles dance around me. My tear drop is a shimmer pearl..The green crystal pebble is my Jewell.. My brown hair glitters in the blue water..The buttery sunshine touch my soft skin..My hair dances to the wavy music of water. The gleam of my eyes lit the sea..My beauty spills in water at dark night..I know I set your heart at fire as i swim acros the sea at dead of night..I'm every sailor's dream..The sweet darkness engulf me and makes me glow in the abyss..I dance as i swim across the lavender ocean..I sing to the music of serene water..I embrace the sweetness of water..The rainbow kisses me..The moon bow down to my beauty..The stars sings to me a lullaby..The cosmos is immersed in my love..The breeze follows my scent..My soul sings the melody of love. The melody of music seduce me..My gilt fins glitter..I swim across the sea at night..I sit on the diamond rock.. I wonder what’s beyond the water..I see my reflection in the water and A proud moment passes..I capture the sea with my beauty,I stun the land with my charm..The sea is my home..The sea is my destiny.. I’m a maid of the sea..I’m a mermaid ! &lt;/em&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/4133311017225366814-6091467976095875370?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6091467976095875370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=6091467976095875370&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/6091467976095875370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/6091467976095875370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/angel-of-sea.html' title='Angel Of Sea ..'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sa1u51pKXZI/AAAAAAAAAMA/mX1oJXYOf68/s72-c/Mermaid_Jewellery_by_MySweetDarkness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-900739963948104099</id><published>2009-03-03T20:17:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:29:03.067+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>I Lift My Hands And Pray To Be Only Yours ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sa1FK1-mqxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/GBoVUD8o9_c/s1600-h/awalktorememberpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308975588330351378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sa1FK1-mqxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/GBoVUD8o9_c/s320/awalktorememberpic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's a song that inside of my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm awake in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the infinite cold, but you sing to me over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I lay my head back down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and  &lt;em&gt;I lift my hands and pray to be only yours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray to be only yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know now you're my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing to me the song of the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it feels like my dreams are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far, sing to me of the plans that you have for me over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I lay my head back down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and  &lt;em&gt;I lift my hands and pray to be only yours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray to be only yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know now you're my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you my destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving you all of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your symphony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing in all that I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the top of my lungs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I lay my head back down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and   &lt;em&gt;I lift my hands and pray to be only yours &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray to be only yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray to be only yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know now you're my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only hope.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~~  "Pray"  By  Mandy Moore From A Walk To Remember ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-900739963948104099?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/900739963948104099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=900739963948104099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/900739963948104099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/900739963948104099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-lift-my-hands-and-pray-to-be-only.html' title='I Lift My Hands And Pray To Be Only Yours ..'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/Sa1FK1-mqxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/GBoVUD8o9_c/s72-c/awalktorememberpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-7774658970424593701</id><published>2009-02-14T11:01:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-14T12:10:11.638+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>You Dazzle Me !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SZZjlY4yI_I/AAAAAAAAALo/_KFtKto_hio/s1600-h/edwardandbellatwilightseries759224_800_4881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You are the melody of my song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You are the music of my life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You enchant me with your heart-melting smile&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You dazzle me with your charm&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You make my head spin with your magnetic voice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You madden me with your glance&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You lit my face with your gleam&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You make me flush with your gentle fondle&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You stupefy me with your gaze&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You make my cheeks turn red with your tender touch&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You make me lose my mind with your laugh&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;ignite love in my heart with your phenomenon persona&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You make me blush with your cuddle&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You bewitch me with your enigmatic deep dark eyes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You stun me with your aromatic fragrance&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You kindle my heart with your mesmerizing smile&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You make me skip my beat with your marvelous look&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You hypnotize me with your kiddish talks&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You steal my heart every time i get a glimpse of you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You make me grin with your sensuous smile&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;bewilder me with your glaring eyes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You blind me with your fairy face&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You captivate my heart with your god like grace&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You amaze me with your unconditional love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You sink my heart with just your wink&lt;br /&gt;You are the Greek god on the earth &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You are my beginning and you are the end&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You mean a world to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You make me fall in love with you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;again and again &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You make me fall in love with you every day,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;every minute, every second of my life &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You, yes You ! its all about You my&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Happy Valentine's Day My Darling !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Love You Forever !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My Love for You is Eternal !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-7774658970424593701?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7774658970424593701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=7774658970424593701&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/7774658970424593701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/7774658970424593701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-dazzle-me.html' title='You Dazzle Me !'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SZZjlY4yI_I/AAAAAAAAALo/_KFtKto_hio/s72-c/edwardandbellatwilightseries759224_800_4881.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-4877044750110425225</id><published>2009-02-01T17:39:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-01T17:54:25.401+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Graveyard Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SYWTIN1svPI/AAAAAAAAALg/5MEMwxXBoVU/s1600-h/the_nightinghale_and_the_rose_by_Princess_of_Shadows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297802306034384114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SYWTIN1svPI/AAAAAAAAALg/5MEMwxXBoVU/s320/the_nightinghale_and_the_rose_by_Princess_of_Shadows.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I woke up to a horrible morning ..I miss your presence..My mood is bluesy ..I shower, i scrub my body..I scent it, i want to smell good for you..always want to look nice for you..I always want to look beautiful for you..I polish my nails..I put on your favourite dress, your finest gift.I know you like me in red ..I comb my hair, I realised how much u loved playing with it..I feel your presence, i think u are smiling at me standing there..Did you just wink at me?? I see your clothes still hanging there..I see your bed still made up..I step out of the room..I walk across the street.. I remember i promised you i would never cry..My tears are frozen.. I buy roses..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I reach the place.. I press my hands against the gate, it swings open..My feet trembled.. I never wanted to see you there..I lost the sense of the passage..It is the serene place on the earth..I know my destination..You lie there so peacefully..I kneel down in the mud..I see your name engraved there.. I run my bare fingers on the stone..It connects me to you...I lie my face on the stone..I whisper i love you..I silently wish you were near me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My purpose is just a remembrance..This is my graveyard love..I don't mourn..I know you are sleeping forever..Here, i got you flowers..I put it on the grave..A silent tear roll down my face..Time is tugging me..Why doesn't time stop here..I stand up , i look at the stone again..I turn my back, walk away with pain..I know you are ever gone, i love you forever..Promise me we will meet again..&lt;/em&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/4133311017225366814-4877044750110425225?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4877044750110425225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=4877044750110425225&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/4877044750110425225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/4877044750110425225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/graveyard-love.html' title='Graveyard Love'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SYWTIN1svPI/AAAAAAAAALg/5MEMwxXBoVU/s72-c/the_nightinghale_and_the_rose_by_Princess_of_Shadows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-4862260443099515296</id><published>2009-02-01T10:22:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-01T10:49:01.002+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;To me, the greatest pleasure writing is not what it's about, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But the music the words make ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                 - Truman capote&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Writing is a struggle against silence .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                -Carlos Fuentes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you would not have to be forgotten as soon as you are dead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;either write  something worth reading or do things worth writing &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                         -Benjamin Franklin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God writes a lot of comedy the trouble is he is stuck with&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;many bad actors who don't know how to play funny .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                          -Garrison Keillor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-4862260443099515296?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4862260443099515296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=4862260443099515296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/4862260443099515296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/4862260443099515296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>Sassy Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01110665990940108261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOgIU7L-O_M/TglQ8DiIQBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/IpMLISn2_Ws/s220/87738640_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4133311017225366814.post-6329016001180016602</id><published>2009-02-01T00:39:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-10T10:18:18.850+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>I'm a rosebud ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SYSpH9yzZGI/AAAAAAAAALI/vgxg5oTH4zk/s1600-h/She_loved_red_roses_by_Nawheera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297545016006370402" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 246px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWN2xWjf3jk/SYSpH9yzZGI/AAAAAAAAALI/vgxg5oTH4zk/s320/She_loved_red_roses_by_Nawheera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a rosebud, I'm still a loner..I want to bloom in his arms ,I want to&lt;br /&gt;blossom into a flower with the fragrance of love.. I want to fall in love ..I want love bites, on my naked neck..I want a kiss on my bellybutton, make me blush to crimson red..I want to romance you on the moonlit beach..I hear the music, because your love is so wonderful my dear ! I want to dance with you, for the tune of your love..You melt me with your smile..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If looks could kill, i would 've been killed by now..I want to skip the beat..Hug me tight, never let me go..Love me like a mad..I want to feel your breath..I want to melt into nothingness..I want to see the joy of togetherness..I want to see the heart- thumping dreamy night..I want to do everything , what my friends call something..They say, I'm still a kid.. I say I'm still a bud !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The month of love is back again..And, i wonder is this why I'm so romantic??&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why is the color of love red..Why is a bunch of love roses are&lt;br /&gt;blood-red..Why does a love card bring a tear in my eyes..The Essene of love,&lt;br /&gt;i know is to love and to be loved..Do angels of love really exist?? If they do, i&lt;br /&gt;ask them for divine love..Please fairies, don't jinx my love..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, nude cupid angel and angel fairy you know I'm already in love, hit that jerk hard with one of your sharpest arrow..Or inject some love in his stoned-cruel-&lt;br /&gt;inhuman-heart, it might melt into a human heart filled with the joy of&lt;br /&gt;love..Punish him severely, that dumb deleted me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me you like me..Tell me you are crazy about me..Tell me you want to hold me..Tell me you think of me..Tell me please oh, my love you miss me..Tell me you madly love me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Catch my flying kiss, you stupid and be my valentine !! I wish you all a very happy Valentine's month !! Go,indulge in the miracle of love..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel the magic of love ..Go fall in love ! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make this valentine a memorable one ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4133311017225366814-6329016001180016602?l=blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blossomblue-mystery-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6329016001180016602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4133311017225366814&amp;postID=6329016001180016602&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/6329016001180016602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4133311017225366814/posts/default/632901
