<?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-7119284959922003979</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:27:44.565-08:00</updated><category term='bipasha Basu'/><category term='Mobile'/><category term='Necklaces'/><category term='Babies'/><category term='ajanta caves'/><category term='Technology'/><category term='Pandents'/><category term='beautyful'/><category term='celebrities'/><category term='AT T'/><category term='Cute'/><category term='Gadgets'/><category term='Lamborghini'/><category term='Naughty'/><category term='Jewelry'/><title type='text'>Desi Baba's-Fun Mart</title><subtitle type='html'>Fun Mart- A Place To Shop Every Thing of Your Interest For Free. Like Shyaries,poetry,SMS, Cool Pics,Wallpapers,
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Presentations , Links,lots of knowledge Which you will Love to see</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-7661877134178107933</id><published>2009-02-13T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:16:01.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THINGS ''NOT TO DO'' ON VALENTINE DAY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, everyone of us know what to do on valentine's day, but many commit errors which might have sounded a little insane, but they are grave errors!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few "not to do" things to remember on valentine's day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do not wish just one girl/boy on valentine's day. Wish as many as you could and make it simple( you cannot know on which side luck strikes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Do not let the other people know that u are wishing everyone else. Make each greetings unique !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do not leave comments on her/his blog or anywhere on her/his public web pages. Instead write stick notes and paste it on their car door handle(where only she can see it) or any where creative(not on her office seat or on her dupatta!lol!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have people to greet overseas? Do send them a voice mail(again internet messages sucks!) saying that u are thinking about them(even if it was a lie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Try not taking her out on valentine's day. Instead do it the next day or the day after(if u are successful) and explain to her that every moment with her is a valentine's day, not only Feb 14th!(Man, she will fall for this one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Valentine's day is celebrated every year, not like the Football world cup which comes once in four years! So, if you couldn't get any dates this year, you might next time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Treat yourself one valentine's day(Self love is the best love!). Don't shower her with your over love!! Do greet others over the phone to show that there is a world without her!( for relationships with attitude!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : These rules apply to only those who are single. Married/committed people, play safe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-7661877134178107933?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/7661877134178107933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=7661877134178107933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/7661877134178107933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/7661877134178107933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-not-to-do-on-valentine-day.html' title='THINGS &apos;&apos;NOT TO DO&apos;&apos; ON VALENTINE DAY!!'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-5197205077542479063</id><published>2008-08-15T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T05:18:00.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Colours Of INDIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Colours Of INDIA&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;"Tamils&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;are always proud  to be Tamizhs; Pretty courteous (that is what they  think, at least!). They  speak yenglish but sorry, no indi (Hindi)saar...what da??.The   more common Madarasi  (chennaisi..., now?) is an ardent fan of &lt;/span&gt;kireeketmatches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;Their counterparts in &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Bombay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; think they  live in America but speak Hinglish like ...are you sure ki Sujata aa rahi hai  ya Ill go akela!" And&lt;br /&gt;they take great pride in making stupid mistakes in  Hindi Grammar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;Thamizhs, are verrry lecky to have "simble" neighbours in the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;"keralites"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;who  are a komblex race of peoblle (they migrated around 2000 B.C. from the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1194843197_0" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;middle  east&lt;/span&gt;, I guess; and now even the Sheikhs feel wary of them) but they eat a lot of chooclyte and own 99.998765% of chai shops in the  world and form 99.89% of nursing community.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;Not far begind the  kerals is the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"telugu desam"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;who are totally againesht flaunting their wealthu  to the woruldu, though they occasionally come out withu brick red shirtsu and  parrot green pantsu Generally sane peoplesu (and so you can  always findu them judgingu, probhingu, queschioningu othersu  ....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;The Canadians, excuse me, the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Kannadigas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;aor (are) the  coolest dobun When it comes to Rajkumar (actor), if a fly sits on his  nose,&lt;br /&gt;they'll burn the entire city of Bengaloroo to kill the fly! To hell with&lt;br /&gt;Silicon valley ! I-ron, firshtu, girlu, Lasht Bussu, roadu, crickeatu,&lt;br /&gt;filamu  are some of their favourites&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Courier New';font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;"Maharashtrians"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt; are a  conservative, confused, complex lot-kar. -Kar, that is because gavasakar,  tendulkar, bahulkar,.. confused that is because sitting in southern part of   &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1194843197_1" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt; they would ask the other person "are you from Maharashtra or from south   &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1194843197_2" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt; ..?" and genuinely wonder why the other person takes some time to answer  the question. They like the principles of pheejix and their favourite character in the alphabet is Zay (god knows where that came from). Although  soft, peace loving people but they elect the shivsena to rule  them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;And right there next to the Maharashtrians are the  &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Gujjubhais"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; They like to keep kes in the benk and their favourite past time is eating  snakes(snacks)like paav bhaji, masala papad and pijja at the local snake  bar. They gobble down palak sev like their life depends on it and believe in  the brotherhood and sisterhood of man and woman (everybody is a bhai or a ben).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;If you go further eesht, the land uf &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Udissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- the land  of irron ("r"&lt;br /&gt;unsilent) where sombalpuroa and Bhubaneshbara are big towns. The  people are bery cordial and if you are Vikram they bill soorly ask your name starts from B or  Bhe. They do not sout, sam or soot but occasnally bawsh their phace at the wasbashin. &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1194843197_3" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;James Bond&lt;/span&gt; Mohanty in our colleze had a roll nomber jero, jero,sebhen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Bengalees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#993399;"&gt; are bery bery similor, but or bery proud  oph Subas Chondro Boash and Shoatyojit Roy (I used to know a director by name  Satyajit Ray who was also pretty good) and eberybody is X da. I used to  habe a friend by name.Dada. Bonder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#993399;"&gt;neber mind. Bot I most conphess, Roshgollas are bery goooood, tho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Bihari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;kids are  supposed to be the smartest kids in &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1194843197_4" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt; (if not in the universe!). How we  wish they grow up the same way,...but... And Biharees are bery phond of  Laloo and Ranchi , isse bhadiya tumre pass koochi hai kaa?! spit  spit.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Punjabis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt; are  very sweet and aggressive and offer Rotti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;Shotti Khayega! to which I once  replied No. He said Tage itu, yaar! By Godu! Surjeetu, what happenedu, oi?!.  Then of course, everybodys a paappe or a kaakke. Thats Pnjab for  you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;And &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kashmir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (called Cashmir by many, may be because of  the amount of cash spent to keep it in &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1194843197_5" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt; )?!? I know Roja (or Roza?)was  shot (I mean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;filmed) somewhere nearby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But at the  end of the day, wherever you are in the world, whether it is in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1194843197_6" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;Sunnyvale ,   CA&lt;/span&gt; ; Birmingham , UK ; UmmAl Quwain, UAE or Serangoon Road ,&lt;br /&gt;Singapore , &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ask them  who they are and you'll get just one answer ---&lt;br /&gt;"INDIANS"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Courier New';font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AFTER ALL HUM &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1194843197_7" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;SAAB&lt;/span&gt; EK HAIN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;RIGHT....................&lt;/span&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/7119284959922003979-5197205077542479063?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/5197205077542479063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=5197205077542479063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/5197205077542479063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/5197205077542479063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/08/colours-of-india.html' title='The Colours Of INDIA'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-9044432009816045941</id><published>2008-06-16T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:20:16.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time Love......</title><content type='html'>For the first time in my dismal life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="t_style1" style="margin: 0px;"&gt; I feel love flow in my heart&lt;br /&gt;the same heart once thought cold and lifeless&lt;br /&gt;fills with glorious joy and happiness&lt;br /&gt;because of a man&lt;br /&gt;whose spirit is full of passion&lt;br /&gt;he brings happiness to my sad existence&lt;br /&gt;I have never know love until now&lt;br /&gt;because of the way he touched my heart&lt;br /&gt;took hold of my depressed soul&lt;br /&gt;and showed me the beauty of life's wonders&lt;br /&gt;everything that i thought impossible&lt;br /&gt;all seems to be within my grasp&lt;br /&gt;I see everything in a new light&lt;br /&gt;because of something I thought unworthy to feel&lt;br /&gt;to feel love's tender kiss&lt;br /&gt;and I bask in its beauty so&lt;br /&gt;because of the feelings of a man,&lt;br /&gt;whom I would love now and 'til&lt;br /&gt;my heart beats its final note to life's great song.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-9044432009816045941?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/9044432009816045941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=9044432009816045941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/9044432009816045941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/9044432009816045941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-time-love.html' title='First Time Love......'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-2389500351481364548</id><published>2008-06-15T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T22:07:00.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can We Still Be Friends ?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="t_style1" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;I was cold and hurting&lt;br /&gt;lost out in the night&lt;br /&gt;wandering and searching&lt;br /&gt;for heavens light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the night sky clearing&lt;br /&gt;when you spread your rainbow wings&lt;br /&gt;but little did i know&lt;br /&gt;what joy you would bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the moment on&lt;br /&gt;a friendship did start&lt;br /&gt;you kissed away my tears&lt;br /&gt;and sheltered my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bless the day GOD&lt;br /&gt;sent him from above&lt;br /&gt;but then i grow fearful&lt;br /&gt;for i had fallen in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you this feeling&lt;br /&gt;You said you liked our friendship&lt;br /&gt;amd that's how it would stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried for a friendship i thought i lost&lt;br /&gt;but then felt your warm ,gentle hand&lt;br /&gt;that by my side you'll forever stand..........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-2389500351481364548?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/2389500351481364548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=2389500351481364548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/2389500351481364548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/2389500351481364548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/06/can-we-still-be-friends.html' title='Can We Still Be Friends ?????'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-8784472354759021472</id><published>2008-06-14T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T22:07:00.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Love You......?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="t_style1" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;I gave my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;i set my standards high&lt;br /&gt;i laid my eyes on you&lt;br /&gt;i laughed and cried with you&lt;br /&gt;i told you my hopes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;my love and fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tears i shed all over your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;in the end&lt;br /&gt;i came to see that you were&lt;br /&gt;the only guy i could ever trust&lt;br /&gt;when i see you&lt;br /&gt;my face lights up with asdiration and happiness&lt;br /&gt;when we talk s from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have the feeling of love in my heart&lt;br /&gt;in my mind i say "you dont mean a thing"&lt;br /&gt;in my words i say "{you are just a friend"&lt;br /&gt;but in the deep end of my heart&lt;br /&gt;i think of only you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i tell you my expectations of a guy&lt;br /&gt;you tell me never to fall short of what i want&lt;br /&gt;but only one thing stands in the way-&lt;br /&gt;you are a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I still love you the way that I do??????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-8784472354759021472?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/8784472354759021472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=8784472354759021472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/8784472354759021472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/8784472354759021472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/06/can-i-love-you.html' title='Can I Love You......?????'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-8359279393865316530</id><published>2008-06-13T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T22:07:00.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Until We Meet (by Syreeta Elie)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="t_style1" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Until we meet&lt;br /&gt;My nights will be a little colder&lt;br /&gt;My days a little shorter&lt;br /&gt;My heart will beat a little less rapid&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet&lt;br /&gt;I know that my arms will be empty&lt;br /&gt;My mind hurting from the constant thought of you&lt;br /&gt;Minutes will seem to be hours&lt;br /&gt;Hours will seem to be months&lt;br /&gt;While months will seem like eternity&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet&lt;br /&gt;The stars in the sky will not affect me&lt;br /&gt;with its gleaming sparkles of life&lt;br /&gt;Until I am gazing at them in your arms&lt;br /&gt;And the food that I eat will not be as fulfilling and nourishing&lt;br /&gt;Until it is you that I share the my food with&lt;br /&gt;And Until we meet&lt;br /&gt;I will not feel whole&lt;br /&gt;My world will seem incomplete&lt;br /&gt;Until that wonderful day&lt;br /&gt;When our eyes make first contact&lt;br /&gt;And our bodies and souls collide in blissful whirlwind&lt;br /&gt;The words will roll off my tongue like a sweet love song&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, my love, I couldn't wait to meet you."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-8359279393865316530?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/8359279393865316530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Were Not There......</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="t_style1" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;I heard your voice calling me at night,&lt;br /&gt;your presence was in the air&lt;br /&gt;I let you come near and hold my hands&lt;br /&gt;and take me anywhere&lt;br /&gt;you held me tight as i started i cry&lt;br /&gt;and told me not to fear&lt;br /&gt;you said you'd never leave me again&lt;br /&gt;forever you'd stay near&lt;br /&gt;with new hope emerging in mind&lt;br /&gt;i hooked into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;the pain in my heart had melted away&lt;br /&gt;i'd forgotten all your lies,&lt;br /&gt;i hugged you,and i closed my eyes&lt;br /&gt;thinking about love and care&lt;br /&gt;i opened my eyes to awake from the dreams&lt;br /&gt;i saw you were not there.........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-3113210597642187900?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/3113210597642187900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=3113210597642187900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/3113210597642187900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/3113210597642187900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-were-not-there.html' title='You Were Not There......'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-2648827472580336116</id><published>2008-06-11T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T22:07:02.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Viking......</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="t_style1" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;A powerful radiance is felt instantly,&lt;br /&gt;flames of passion dance in his eyes,&lt;br /&gt;he makes my heart ache with desire&lt;br /&gt;his words are music to my soul&lt;br /&gt;that fill me with love and longing,&lt;br /&gt;his mind holds the wisdom of the ancients&lt;br /&gt;his heart holds compassion and love&lt;br /&gt;his lips holds a promise of sensual delights&lt;br /&gt;his arms provide security and warmth&lt;br /&gt;he is humble as a begger on the street&lt;br /&gt;yet as noble as a viking chief&lt;br /&gt;there is a sense of mystery about him&lt;br /&gt;but his life he has opened for me to see&lt;br /&gt;he is truely a wonderful and amazing man&lt;br /&gt;he is the best of all my dreams&lt;br /&gt;i will love him throughout eternity&lt;br /&gt;with not part but with all that is me.........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-2648827472580336116?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/2648827472580336116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=2648827472580336116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/2648827472580336116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/2648827472580336116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/06/viking.html' title='The Viking......'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-7895829489810238006</id><published>2008-06-10T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:09:57.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Budding Love Bird</title><content type='html'>I miss u.&lt;br /&gt;Long the day,&lt;br /&gt;When i met you.&lt;br /&gt;God bless me with a friend like you.&lt;br /&gt;It's all the love and concern,&lt;br /&gt;that i've for you.&lt;br /&gt;To have you,&lt;br /&gt;as if my dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;In this materialistic world,&lt;br /&gt;I find you...So,Different 'd so pure.&lt;br /&gt;Getting you as if my dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;Perfact person to give a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky do i, that i've you.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever leave me,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with you.&lt;br /&gt;With all my heart,&lt;br /&gt;i miss u.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know much,&lt;br /&gt;but yes, this is true.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing gonna change my luv for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-7895829489810238006?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/7895829489810238006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=7895829489810238006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/7895829489810238006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/7895829489810238006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/06/budding-love-bird.html' title='Budding Love Bird'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-4206736103582786198</id><published>2008-06-09T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T22:04:02.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Massage 4 You</title><content type='html'>I love you more than the heaven,&lt;br /&gt;more than the stars.&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty is greater than one thousand red roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to thank you&lt;br /&gt;for bringing the splendor of a&lt;br /&gt;garden full of roses to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're near I forget all my strife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You changed my life for the better,&lt;br /&gt;and I treasure you&lt;br /&gt;and our love.&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe you&lt;br /&gt;were sent to me from above.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not nearly enough,&lt;br /&gt;but here are one hundred and four roses for you.&lt;br /&gt;In celebration of our love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you do,&lt;br /&gt;Remember that I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-4206736103582786198?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/4206736103582786198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=4206736103582786198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/4206736103582786198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/4206736103582786198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-massage-4-you.html' title='Love Massage 4 You'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-7237864641449673379</id><published>2008-06-08T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T22:04:00.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Aproach</title><content type='html'>Lull me love, into a deep, mahogany sleep,&lt;br /&gt; And cease the breath past the oceans deep.&lt;br /&gt; Wine my eyes, so startled, fixed, in sane.&lt;br /&gt; The glories lost, the lustrous cravings plain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Flare my heart with psalms and elegies.&lt;br /&gt; The tainted harp and hushed melodies.&lt;br /&gt; Oh! Trace my grace in solemn solitude,&lt;br /&gt; In meadows grey and darkening quietitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For dead is the soul, the heart in agony pays.&lt;br /&gt; The reminiscence of those doting days.&lt;br /&gt; The hearth, now ashes, warmed the icy manes.&lt;br /&gt; �Tis gone!� they cried, �tis all but in vain.�&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The gloom entraps the world of seasoned calm,&lt;br /&gt; No virtuous morn can now afford a balm.&lt;br /&gt; I in grave, the world round me� live&lt;br /&gt; The fate of care, alas! is but to die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-7237864641449673379?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/7237864641449673379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=7237864641449673379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/7237864641449673379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/7237864641449673379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/06/aproach.html' title='An Aproach'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-4998701714886695921</id><published>2008-06-07T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T22:04:00.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Love Delight</title><content type='html'>In the bright moonlight,&lt;br /&gt;with no fear or fright,&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you all my heart,&lt;br /&gt;with my deep love and delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its better for you to go with me,&lt;br /&gt;It'll give you a moment light,&lt;br /&gt;to think about the times to come,&lt;br /&gt;which'll give our bond strength and sight,&lt;br /&gt;with my deep love and delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't procrastinate your any thought,&lt;br /&gt;It'll make you future out of the sight,&lt;br /&gt;just do whatever you think is right,&lt;br /&gt;But,I'm here to look for you,&lt;br /&gt;with my deep love and delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be with me,&lt;br /&gt;all the day and all the night,&lt;br /&gt;to share my feelings which I've for you,&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you every moment of my life,&lt;br /&gt;with my deep love and delight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-4998701714886695921?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/4998701714886695921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=4998701714886695921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/4998701714886695921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/4998701714886695921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/06/deep-love-delight.html' title='Deep Love Delight'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-2308197183514534611</id><published>2008-06-06T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T22:56:21.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deepest Desire</title><content type='html'>So the breaking dawn of my love begins&lt;br /&gt;As the sun sets in the West&lt;br /&gt;I am overwhelmed with a burning desire&lt;br /&gt;A desire locked down deep inside&lt;br /&gt;One that cannot be concealed anymore&lt;br /&gt;I long for one sweet kiss to quench my thirst&lt;br /&gt;I long for one tender touch that will last a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;At the end of it all you are my deepest desire!&lt;br /&gt;I love you not today nor tomorrow but forever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-2308197183514534611?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/2308197183514534611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=2308197183514534611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/2308197183514534611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/2308197183514534611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/06/deepest-desire.html' title='Deepest Desire'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-3026820559765600245</id><published>2008-06-05T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T10:59:26.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STORY OF A LONELY GIRL LOOKING FOR LOVE.</title><content type='html'>I walk past your door&lt;br /&gt;I send a special prayer&lt;br /&gt;To the room we both adore&lt;br /&gt;And though my mind is in there with you&lt;br /&gt;My body takes me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish for a love&lt;br /&gt;But have none of my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So welcome me love&lt;br /&gt;My name is lonely&lt;br /&gt;I tell you boy&lt;br /&gt;I think of you only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In times when we have trouble&lt;br /&gt;And we left each other down&lt;br /&gt;I know we can make it babe&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as you�re around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So welcome me love&lt;br /&gt;My name is lonely&lt;br /&gt;I tell you baby&lt;br /&gt;I think of you only&lt;br /&gt;only ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-3026820559765600245?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/3026820559765600245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=3026820559765600245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/3026820559765600245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/3026820559765600245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/06/story-of-lonely-girl-looking-for-love.html' title='STORY OF A LONELY GIRL LOOKING FOR LOVE.'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-4042141606969622145</id><published>2008-06-04T22:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:00:01.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondering</title><content type='html'>When night is drawing near.&lt;br /&gt;And in the shadows of your room&lt;br /&gt;The walls around you disappear.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if in your quiet thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams of me are anymore.&lt;br /&gt;When in the silent, velvet blue&lt;br /&gt;The moon is tapping at your door.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the shining stars&lt;br /&gt;That dangle from the clouds above&lt;br /&gt;Reminds you of my whispered words&lt;br /&gt;In promise of eternal love.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder of the lonely light&lt;br /&gt;That breaks upon the early dawn&lt;br /&gt;Still holds a tender memory for now&lt;br /&gt;So long I have been gone.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you dream of me&lt;br /&gt;When the cloudless skies are blue&lt;br /&gt;Because across each day and night&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are constantly of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-4042141606969622145?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/4042141606969622145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=4042141606969622145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/4042141606969622145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/4042141606969622145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/06/wondering.html' title='Wondering'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-4820417836533758268</id><published>2008-06-04T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:00:01.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEEP INSIDE MY HEART</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="t_style1" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;I wish I had the strength to tell thee&lt;br /&gt;About all the things that scare me,&lt;br /&gt;But one thing I know is true&lt;br /&gt;Is that I can never have you.&lt;br /&gt;For a few long years I have known you,&lt;br /&gt;For a few short months I have loved you.&lt;br /&gt;There is something I cannot decide,&lt;br /&gt;How should I really feel inside?&lt;br /&gt;I think of you all day and night,&lt;br /&gt;And people say "it?s just not right".&lt;br /&gt;Because what I feel comes from inside,&lt;br /&gt;This is something that should not hide.&lt;br /&gt;To me you say that I am only a friend,&lt;br /&gt;But that friendship will last until the End.&lt;br /&gt;But to me you are indeed so much more,&lt;br /&gt;In fact the one I?ve been waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;Oh how much I wish that you could see&lt;br /&gt;You are the right one for me.&lt;br /&gt;I know you may not want to know,&lt;br /&gt;But I must tell you that I love you so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-4820417836533758268?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/4820417836533758268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=4820417836533758268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/4820417836533758268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/4820417836533758268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/06/deep-inside-my-heart.html' title='DEEP INSIDE MY HEART'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-871540026111481030</id><published>2008-06-03T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:00:01.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="t_style1" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Thoughts of you run through my head&lt;br /&gt;Every minute, every hour, of everyday&lt;br /&gt;At night I wake with such a fright&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of you not being there&lt;br /&gt;What would I do if you were gone&lt;br /&gt;You are thought of in every emotion&lt;br /&gt;When I smile it is because you have brightened my day&lt;br /&gt;When I cry it is because you are not there&lt;br /&gt;When I frown it is because you are sad&lt;br /&gt;When I laugh I am laughing with you&lt;br /&gt;When I am happy it is because I know you are there&lt;br /&gt;Please know you are my reason for living&lt;br /&gt;You are in the deepest part of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Just remember and always know,&lt;br /&gt;You are the love of my life&lt;br /&gt;No one else means more to me than you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-871540026111481030?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/871540026111481030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=871540026111481030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/871540026111481030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/871540026111481030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/06/do-you-know-how-much.html' title='DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH....'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-7267869011526952924</id><published>2008-06-02T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T22:00:00.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Read But Write More...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="t_style1" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Read But Write More,&lt;br /&gt;Talk But Think More,&lt;br /&gt;I Promise You Will Succeed For Sure.&lt;br /&gt;Order But Serve More,&lt;br /&gt;Quarrel But Agree More,&lt;br /&gt;I Promise You Will Be Loved For Sure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-7267869011526952924?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/7267869011526952924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=7267869011526952924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/7267869011526952924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/7267869011526952924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/06/read-but-write-more.html' title='Read But Write More...'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-6105252714979269095</id><published>2008-06-01T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T22:00:01.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Endless Dream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="t_style1" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Another day had pass,&lt;br /&gt;my feelings are still the same.&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while,&lt;br /&gt;since I've said your sweet name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it like this?&lt;br /&gt;What did I do wrong?&lt;br /&gt;When will these feelings end?&lt;br /&gt;I've waited far too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are fading,&lt;br /&gt;the answers I can't find.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! how can I get,&lt;br /&gt;you out of my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words are running out,&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing else to do.&lt;br /&gt;But to wait and to hope,&lt;br /&gt;that I'll get over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can my heart move on,&lt;br /&gt;without another tear?&lt;br /&gt;Will my emotions heal,&lt;br /&gt;if you come near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If these feelings die,&lt;br /&gt;as it flows to the stream.&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever wake up,&lt;br /&gt;from this endless dream? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-6105252714979269095?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/6105252714979269095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=6105252714979269095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/6105252714979269095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/6105252714979269095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/06/endless-dream.html' title='Endless Dream...'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-4420590238463720926</id><published>2008-05-30T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T21:57:01.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream</title><content type='html'>I wanted to see the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="t_style1" style="margin: 0px;"&gt; through your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;a world happy and cheerful,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to make you&lt;br /&gt;my life eternal and lasting&lt;br /&gt;where happiness would be lasting&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to dream of&lt;br /&gt;an existence with your presence&lt;br /&gt;where love would be perpetual&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to see the world&lt;br /&gt;smile thorugh your smiles&lt;br /&gt;where smiles would surpass the sorrows.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to sing a song in your name&lt;br /&gt;the name that would live forever&lt;br /&gt;I wanted your nearness and&lt;br /&gt;the warmth from you.&lt;br /&gt;where your presence will never end&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to become a part of you&lt;br /&gt;and you a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;when we will remain undivided...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-4420590238463720926?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/4420590238463720926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=4420590238463720926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/4420590238463720926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/4420590238463720926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-dream.html' title='My Dream'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-1767964857609848080</id><published>2008-05-29T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T21:57:01.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Dream Of</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="t_style1" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;I dream of... A life without pain...&lt;br /&gt;I dream of... Love that I can't explain...&lt;br /&gt;I dream of... Eyes not plagued by tears...&lt;br /&gt;I dream of... A soul without fears...&lt;br /&gt;I dream of... A pure, unbroken heart...&lt;br /&gt;I dream of... A hope of never growing apart...&lt;br /&gt;I dream of... The smile on your face...&lt;br /&gt;I dream of... A better place...&lt;br /&gt;I dream of... The things I could never do...&lt;br /&gt;I dream of... A dream of you... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-1767964857609848080?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/1767964857609848080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=1767964857609848080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/1767964857609848080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/1767964857609848080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-dream-of.html' title='I Dream Of'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-5552335791226410957</id><published>2008-05-28T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T21:57:01.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="t_style1" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;You have filled my heart with your&lt;br /&gt;laughter &amp;amp; my life with your love.&lt;br /&gt;Its notes are compassion, strength &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;patience Its melody...your smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the day will come when the&lt;br /&gt;final "goodbye"is whispered...&lt;br /&gt;Never could such painful words be&lt;br /&gt;spoken aloud. When never again will&lt;br /&gt;I hear your song &amp;amp; my heart&lt;br /&gt;will beat only in silence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today...I bask in your sunshine&lt;br /&gt;I dance in your smile your music&lt;br /&gt;fills me completing me for a time&lt;br /&gt;no matter how short&lt;br /&gt;I sing your song And it is Loud and&lt;br /&gt;Bright It is LOVE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-5552335791226410957?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/5552335791226410957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=5552335791226410957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/5552335791226410957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/5552335791226410957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-is-love.html' title='It Is Love'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-9086533402235346951</id><published>2008-05-27T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T21:57:00.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paint My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="t_style1" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;From my youngest years&lt;br /&gt;Till this moment here&lt;br /&gt;I�ve never seen&lt;br /&gt;Such a lovely queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the skies above&lt;br /&gt;To the deepest love&lt;br /&gt;I�ve never felt&lt;br /&gt;Crazy like this before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint my love&lt;br /&gt;You should paint my love&lt;br /&gt;It�s the picture of a thousand sunsets&lt;br /&gt;It�s the freedom of a thousand doves&lt;br /&gt;Baby you should paint my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been around the world&lt;br /&gt;Then I met you girl&lt;br /&gt;It�s like coming home&lt;br /&gt;To a place I�ve known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint my love&lt;br /&gt;You should paint my love&lt;br /&gt;It�s the picture of a thousand sunsets&lt;br /&gt;It�s the freedom of a thousand doves&lt;br /&gt;Baby you should paint my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you came into my life&lt;br /&gt;The days before all fade to black and white&lt;br /&gt;Since you came into my life&lt;br /&gt;Everything has changed...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-9086533402235346951?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/9086533402235346951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=9086533402235346951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/9086533402235346951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/9086533402235346951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/05/paint-my-love.html' title='Paint My Love'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-2994741092614299704</id><published>2008-05-26T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:57:01.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vision</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="t_style1" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;I close my eyes &amp;amp; I see&lt;br /&gt;her standing next to me&lt;br /&gt;In all her lovely grace&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful vision is she&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her face is of a beauty&lt;br /&gt;Always smiling never a frown&lt;br /&gt;Her spirits are ever rising&lt;br /&gt;Always going up never down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She winks at me as I look&lt;br /&gt;At the mystery in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;She holds me spellbound&lt;br /&gt;I love her thats no surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That vision I hope to meet&lt;br /&gt;For I love her so much you see&lt;br /&gt;Come meet me tonight my love&lt;br /&gt;A vision no longer you'll be&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-2994741092614299704?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/2994741092614299704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=2994741092614299704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/2994741092614299704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/2994741092614299704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/05/vision.html' title='A Vision'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-8565589629257942660</id><published>2008-05-25T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T21:53:00.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miles Apart</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="t_style1" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;I wish I could wipe&lt;br /&gt;your falling tears away,&lt;br /&gt;As you bravely smile through your pain&lt;br /&gt;You see me suffer,&lt;br /&gt;Then you break down and cry&lt;br /&gt;Miles apart&lt;br /&gt;In your dreams&lt;br /&gt;I softly kiss you,&lt;br /&gt;No one can see the pain,&lt;br /&gt;That we both feel inside&lt;br /&gt;Miles apart&lt;br /&gt;You whisper I love you&lt;br /&gt;And I whisper to the skies,&lt;br /&gt;I love you too&lt;br /&gt;When will this pain ever go away&lt;br /&gt;Even though we are&lt;br /&gt;Miles apart&lt;br /&gt;To be by your side&lt;br /&gt;Is a dream I can't deny&lt;br /&gt;But I will wish for it to come true.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so badly&lt;br /&gt;My heart is breaking&lt;br /&gt;As we cry&lt;br /&gt;Miles apart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-8565589629257942660?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/8565589629257942660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=8565589629257942660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/8565589629257942660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/8565589629257942660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/05/miles-apart.html' title='Miles Apart'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-8981626678179587909</id><published>2008-05-24T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T21:53:01.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But Thy</title><content type='html'>Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow�st;&lt;br /&gt;Nor shall Death brag thou wander�st in his shade,&lt;br /&gt;When in eternal lines to time thou grow�st:&lt;br /&gt;So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,&lt;br /&gt;So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; O mistress mine! where are you roaming?&lt;br /&gt;O! stay and hear; your true love�s coming,&lt;br /&gt;That can sing both high and low.&lt;br /&gt;Trip no further, pretty sweeting;&lt;br /&gt;Journeys end in lovers meeting,&lt;br /&gt;Every wise man�s son doth know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What is love? �tis not hereafter;&lt;br /&gt;Present mirth hath present laughter;&lt;br /&gt;What�s to come is still unsure:&lt;br /&gt;In delay there lies no plenty;&lt;br /&gt;Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty,&lt;br /&gt;Youth�s a stuff will not endure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-8981626678179587909?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/8981626678179587909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=8981626678179587909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/8981626678179587909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/8981626678179587909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/05/but-thy.html' title='But Thy'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-6559705266121675310</id><published>2008-05-23T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T21:53:01.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life, Soul &amp; Breath</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="t_style1" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Born were I and you apart&lt;br /&gt;Never did know so where we were&lt;br /&gt;And time came now for us to know&lt;br /&gt;That, chosen were we for being one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laugh and cry and then again&lt;br /&gt;Get back to life with bliss at full&lt;br /&gt;To love and love and take care of&lt;br /&gt;Is all that life we know about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear, my love my breath and soul&lt;br /&gt;Glad am I for the gift you are&lt;br /&gt;Would never have I, my life so full&lt;br /&gt;Had not you been my chosen one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-6559705266121675310?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/6559705266121675310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=6559705266121675310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/6559705266121675310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/6559705266121675310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-life-soul-breath.html' title='My Life, Soul &amp; Breath'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-9046094958970429155</id><published>2008-05-22T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:53:00.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent</title><content type='html'>Time stands still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="t_style1" style="margin: 0px;"&gt; Stream of thoughts flow&lt;br /&gt;Ponder over absence conspicuous&lt;br /&gt;Stuffed the living daylights out&lt;br /&gt;Immeasurably distressed&lt;br /&gt;Aching for a look&lt;br /&gt;At the glowing incandescence&lt;br /&gt;Gaze enough to make the heart go aflutter&lt;br /&gt;Whereabouts unknown&lt;br /&gt;Unceasing search for lost love&lt;br /&gt;Reminisce over years of glory past&lt;br /&gt;Cornucopia of moments spent&lt;br /&gt;In the womb of Mother Nature&lt;br /&gt;Alike innocent baby's smile cherubic&lt;br /&gt;Mingled harmonious within&lt;br /&gt;Pain away flies distance far&lt;br /&gt;Oodles of happiness abound&lt;br /&gt;Nearness the panacea&lt;br /&gt;Fragrance of Heavenly Presence&lt;br /&gt;A virtual Sparkle Of Delight&lt;br /&gt;Hand Of Temptation passes by&lt;br /&gt;Silky tresses of Hair&lt;br /&gt;Weave a spell of magic inextricable&lt;br /&gt;Imprinted in depths interior&lt;br /&gt;Tucked into arms sublime&lt;br /&gt;Cozy and Comfortable&lt;br /&gt;Elatedly Exuberant&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly Bliss in Dollops&lt;br /&gt;Worth weight in Gold&lt;br /&gt;Burst into Life with Chromatic Purity&lt;br /&gt;Cup Of Happiness to the brink&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;Breeze in to get the world rocking&lt;br /&gt;No one to share the solitude&lt;br /&gt;Pangs of despair and gloom&lt;br /&gt;Loom large over life's ken&lt;br /&gt;Heart pines for boundless intimacy&lt;br /&gt;Timeless is the bond shared&lt;br /&gt;United forever in a span of life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-9046094958970429155?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/9046094958970429155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=9046094958970429155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/9046094958970429155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/9046094958970429155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/05/silent.html' title='Silent'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-8283350244203342901</id><published>2008-05-21T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T21:53:01.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If someday you don't want to talk to anyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="t_style1" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;"If someday you don't want to talk to anyone,&lt;br /&gt;Call me,&lt;br /&gt;I'll not ask you to talk to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;But, I can keep quite with you.&lt;br /&gt;If someday you want to run away,&lt;br /&gt;Call me,&lt;br /&gt;I'll not ask you to stop.&lt;br /&gt;But, I can run with you.&lt;br /&gt;If someday you feel like the happiest moment of life,&lt;br /&gt;Call me,&lt;br /&gt;Definitely, I'll not make you sad.&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;If someday you call me,&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;There is no reply.&lt;br /&gt;Please, come very soon&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, I need you....."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-8283350244203342901?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/8283350244203342901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=8283350244203342901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/8283350244203342901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/8283350244203342901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-someday-you-dont-want-to-talk-to.html' title='If someday you don&apos;t want to talk to anyone'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-8476079427034335472</id><published>2008-05-20T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:53:00.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT JUST A BETTER-HALF</title><content type='html'>She's my love, she's my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="t_style1" style="margin: 0px;"&gt; So dear to me, she's my wife&lt;br /&gt;Life we have to live this world&lt;br /&gt;Is full of joy and bliss all bold.&lt;br /&gt;Mirror she is, I see myself&lt;br /&gt;Solace in her I find when down&lt;br /&gt;Mentor to me, I learn all time&lt;br /&gt;Happy am I, she's born to me.&lt;br /&gt;Chores she does, chorus we sing&lt;br /&gt;Duo's we do all work with fun&lt;br /&gt;I pass my arms then through her hair&lt;br /&gt;Care she feels from me all while.&lt;br /&gt;Home we built, a fortress it is&lt;br /&gt;Base that's firm on love so true&lt;br /&gt;Family that prays together all way&lt;br /&gt;Life its full that's heaven on earth.&lt;br /&gt;Me myself, in her heart I found&lt;br /&gt;Not just my half but all my full&lt;br /&gt;Life would never have been so full&lt;br /&gt;Had never she spent this life with me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-8476079427034335472?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/8476079427034335472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=8476079427034335472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/8476079427034335472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/8476079427034335472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/05/not-just-better-half.html' title='NOT JUST A BETTER-HALF'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-4576344936956717237</id><published>2008-05-19T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T21:44:00.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My One True Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="t_style1" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;As I awaken, each and every day&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of love turn to you&lt;br /&gt;An unbreakable bond between us two&lt;br /&gt;A special love ever so true&lt;br /&gt;The warm glow in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The sweet smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;Makes me want to hold you&lt;br /&gt;Forever in love's tender embrace&lt;br /&gt;The gentleness of your touch&lt;br /&gt;The sweet passion of your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Just a couple of many pleasures&lt;br /&gt;I longingly so miss&lt;br /&gt;The sound of your voice&lt;br /&gt;Is like a song in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Always bringing me happiness&lt;br /&gt;As it has done from our start&lt;br /&gt;We've shared many joys&lt;br /&gt;And also felt some sorrows&lt;br /&gt;Yet our future is filled&lt;br /&gt;Of wonderful tomorrows&lt;br /&gt;So, until that bright day&lt;br /&gt;Far away such as it seems&lt;br /&gt;You shall always be my one true love&lt;br /&gt;The woman of my dreams&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-4576344936956717237?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-8229347297366729737</id><published>2008-05-18T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T21:44:01.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="t_style1" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;More beautiful than roses&lt;br /&gt;Much deeper than the seas&lt;br /&gt;Stronger than a hurricane&lt;br /&gt;But timid like a breeze&lt;br /&gt;Real as in a picture&lt;br /&gt;But yet it can't be seen&lt;br /&gt;More beautiful than anything&lt;br /&gt;As vivid as a dream&lt;br /&gt;Precious as rare jewels&lt;br /&gt;A bond between two hearts&lt;br /&gt;A symphony of feelings&lt;br /&gt;When time is spent apart&lt;br /&gt;Sharing common interests&lt;br /&gt;Working through all fears&lt;br /&gt;Looking at yourself&lt;br /&gt;As if two were in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Finding common ground&lt;br /&gt;On issues not agreed&lt;br /&gt;Giving into arguments&lt;br /&gt;Tending all your needs&lt;br /&gt;Being there for always&lt;br /&gt;Is all I want to do&lt;br /&gt;Holding you forever&lt;br /&gt;Because our love is true&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-8229347297366729737?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/8229347297366729737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=8229347297366729737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/8229347297366729737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/8229347297366729737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-is.html' title='Love Is'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-3294951345383800780</id><published>2008-05-17T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T21:44:00.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You So Much</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="t_style1" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;I miss you so much&lt;br /&gt;today I was blue&lt;br /&gt;I watched the time&lt;br /&gt;and kept thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;Our time together is special&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing else that compares&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much daily&lt;br /&gt;to you, my love I share&lt;br /&gt;I hope we will be together soon&lt;br /&gt;so I can hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I have your picture in a locket&lt;br /&gt;you are my lucky charm&lt;br /&gt;For now I'll miss you&lt;br /&gt;but I know you will be here for me&lt;br /&gt;My heart is warm and glowing&lt;br /&gt;as I wait for you patiently&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-3294951345383800780?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/3294951345383800780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=3294951345383800780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/3294951345383800780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/3294951345383800780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-miss-you-so-much.html' title='I Miss You So Much'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-6035840960311457485</id><published>2008-05-16T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T21:44:01.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you</title><content type='html'>DREAMS ARE NEVER FULLFILLED&lt;br /&gt;STILL I LOVE SEEING U IN DREAMZ&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE PART OF MY HEART&lt;br /&gt;MY SOUL IS INCOMPLETE WITHOUT U&lt;br /&gt;I LIVED EVERY MOMENT FOR U&lt;br /&gt;AND THIS IS THE REASON&lt;br /&gt;WHENEVER I TURN&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL YOUR PRESENCE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-6035840960311457485?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/6035840960311457485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=6035840960311457485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/6035840960311457485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/6035840960311457485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/05/you.html' title='you'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-2652876052914672641</id><published>2008-05-15T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T21:44:00.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Until I Found You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="t_style1" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;The first time my heart was broken,&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was through.&lt;br /&gt;I swore I'd never love again,&lt;br /&gt;Until I found you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the one who makes me complete,&lt;br /&gt;The one I think about everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I'm near you,&lt;br /&gt;I start falling in more than one way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not know this,&lt;br /&gt;But you've always had my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted you to know,&lt;br /&gt;That I've loved you from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make my heart beat faster,&lt;br /&gt;With every breath I take.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm in love with you,&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, this is not fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I fell in love,&lt;br /&gt;He ripped my heart in two.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me if I seem scared,&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to lose you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time my heart was broken,&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was through.&lt;br /&gt;I swore I'd never love again,&lt;br /&gt;Until I found you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-2652876052914672641?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/2652876052914672641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=2652876052914672641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/2652876052914672641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/2652876052914672641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/05/until-i-found-you.html' title='Until I Found You'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-5709583126662303248</id><published>2008-05-14T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T21:44:00.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments Of Love</title><content type='html'>When all world play'd foul with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="t_style1" style="margin: 0px;"&gt; And folks of my own forsook my hand&lt;br /&gt;In those moments of utter despair&lt;br /&gt;My love had been my strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I turned up ecstatic, having done a new verse&lt;br /&gt;Found no one on earth to applaud for me&lt;br /&gt;In those moments of disappointment&lt;br /&gt;My love was there to stand by me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw people making love to each other&lt;br /&gt;Thought how blessed everyone's, but me&lt;br /&gt;I found her in my arms the moment I so thought&lt;br /&gt;Her lips on my own, making love to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never do I want to wake up, if it's dream&lt;br /&gt;Never could I endure it being untrue&lt;br /&gt;Or let me flee to the domain of angels, where&lt;br /&gt;Every dream of yours is made true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life's but the pillar of hopes&lt;br /&gt;Made up of stones of the moments aforediscrib'd&lt;br /&gt;If those moments be refused to me&lt;br /&gt;What cause shall I have to abide the life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I weep she weeps with me&lt;br /&gt;Her bliss in my joy does rise and grow&lt;br /&gt;Why on earth should I not sustain&lt;br /&gt;Sweetest, those moments of love!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-5709583126662303248?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/5709583126662303248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=5709583126662303248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/5709583126662303248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/5709583126662303248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/05/moments-of-love.html' title='Moments Of Love'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-4226676361104280198</id><published>2008-04-14T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T02:38:01.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dil lagaaye baithe hain</title><content type='html'>Sard Raaton Ki Tanhaai Mein..&lt;br /&gt;Hum Teri Yaadon Ke Chirag Jalaye Bethe Hain,&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi To Tum Zindagi Ki Haqeeqt Banoge,&lt;br /&gt;Sochkar Palkon Mein Khwab Sajaye Bethe Hain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumhare Saath Ke Lamhe Har Waqt Sata-te Hain,&lt;br /&gt;Ab Tumhare Aane Ki Bus Aas Lagaye Bethe Hain,&lt;br /&gt;Aankhon Mein Ashkon Ko Ab Rok Nahi Pate,&lt;br /&gt;Ki Dil Ko Bilal Sambhale Huye Bethe Hain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaash Tum Mere Dard-E-Dil Ko Samajh Paao,&lt;br /&gt;Hum Jo Seene Mein Abhi Tak Dabaye Bethe Hain,&lt;br /&gt;Par Woh Jo Humse Dard Bayaan Nahi Karte,&lt;br /&gt;Rehkar Khamosh Konsa Raaz Chhipaye Bethe Hain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khushi Bhale Thodi Si Par Dene Ke Liye Shukriya,&lt;br /&gt;Paigam Tere Bheje Huye Seene Se Lagaye Bethe Hain,&lt;br /&gt;Hai Ek Tasveer Bhi Nighahon Mein Teri,&lt;br /&gt;Bus Ab Usiko Mann Ki Murat Banaye Bethe Hain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tujhe Yaad Karna Teri Raah Takna Hurdum,&lt;br /&gt;Sab Bhulakar Ab Yeh Ek Naya Kaam Liye Bethe Hain,&lt;br /&gt;Janti Hon Tujhe Paane Ka Anjaam �E-NaaZ�,&lt;br /&gt;Phir Bhi Hum Naadan Tumhi Se Dil Lagaye bethe Hain..!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-4226676361104280198?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/4226676361104280198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=4226676361104280198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/4226676361104280198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/4226676361104280198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/04/dil-lagaaye-baithe-hain.html' title='dil lagaaye baithe hain'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-7852068399592743721</id><published>2008-04-13T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T22:24:01.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of the best lines 4r Real Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens to a man is less significant than what happens within him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is how you deal with failure that determines how you achieve success.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attitudes are more important than facts. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our attitude towards life determines life"s attitude toward towards us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________ _________ _________ _________ _________ _________ _&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Men take only their needs into consideration, never their abilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attitude is a little thing that makes a big difference.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open confusion is good for the soul.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _________ _________ _________ _________ _&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Everyone has the power to make others happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some do it by entering the room, others by leaving it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rudeness is a weak imitation of strength.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The squeaking wheel doesn"t always get the grease. Sometimes it gets replaced.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _________ _________ _________ _________ _&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;To different minds, the same world is a hell, and a heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is better to light one small candle than to curse the darkness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are never scared, embarrassed or hurt, it means you never take chances.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will soon break the bow if you keep it always stretched. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _________ _________ _________ _________ _&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great minds must be ready not only to take opportunities, but to make them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is better to look ahead and prepare than to look back and regret.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place to improve the world is first in one"s own heart and head and hands. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _________ _________ _________ _________ _&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Happiness comes from enjoying small things of daily life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the heart is willing it will be find a thousand ways. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where it is unwilling it will find a thousand excuses. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tragedy of life doesn"t lie in not reaching your goal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _________ _________ _________ _________ _&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The tragedy lies in having no goal at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make a living by what we make a life by what we give.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things in life that will catch your eye, but only a few will catch your; pursue those. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _________ _________ _________ _________ _&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;If you don?t create your destiny, you will have your fate inflicted upon you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream as if you will live for ever, live as if you?ll die today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never get a second chance to make the first impression.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your head and heart in the right direction and you will never have to worry about your feet. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _________ _________ _________ _________ _&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are not the best because they work hard; they work hard because they are the best. No one ever finds life worth living he has to make it worth living.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _________ _________ _________ _________ _&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;A successful man is the one who can lay a firm foundation with the bricks others have thrown at him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _________ _________ _________ _________ _&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;A half-truth is a whole life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lie can travel halfway around the world while the truth is still putting on its shoes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________ _________ _________ _________ _________ _________ _&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We forget that forgiveness is greater than revenge. People make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;We are allowed to make mistakes. But the actions we take while in a rage will haunt us forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Pause and ponder. Think before you act. Be patient. Forgive &amp;amp; forget. Love one and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If you judge people, you have no time to love them". &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:6;" &gt;--Mother Teresa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Never take some one for granted,Hold every person Close to your Heart because you might wake up one day and realise that you have lost a diamond while you were too busy collecting stones."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; this&lt;/span&gt; always &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-7852068399592743721?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/7852068399592743721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=7852068399592743721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/7852068399592743721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/7852068399592743721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/04/some-of-best-lines-4r-real-life.html' title='Some of the best lines 4r Real Life'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-1684600013653594660</id><published>2008-04-12T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T22:07:01.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are My Heart, My Hope, My Help</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(10, 0, 0);"&gt;You are my heart, my hope, my help,&lt;br /&gt;The passion that is me,&lt;br /&gt;The whole of which I am a part,&lt;br /&gt;My peace, my ecstasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(10, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are my future, present, past,&lt;br /&gt;My ship, my sail, my ocean,&lt;br /&gt;The wind that brings me home again,&lt;br /&gt;The home for every motion.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(10, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;You live within me, yet I am&lt;br /&gt;Without you all alone.&lt;br /&gt;With you I am full of light;&lt;br /&gt;Without you I am stone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(10, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is this foolish? Yes, perhaps,&lt;br /&gt;But also it is true.&lt;br /&gt;I think of life as something I&lt;br /&gt;Can spend with only you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(10, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ah, my love! Love longs for such&lt;br /&gt;Sweet celebrants as this!&lt;br /&gt;Love is a burden and a joy,&lt;br /&gt;Slavery and bliss.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(10, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;This day of love come love with me,&lt;br /&gt;Come sing with me my song.&lt;br /&gt;Come be my Valentine, and I&lt;br /&gt;Will love you my life long, my love,&lt;br /&gt;Will love you my life long.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/7119284959922003979-1684600013653594660?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/1684600013653594660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=1684600013653594660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/1684600013653594660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/1684600013653594660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-are-my-heart-my-hope-my-help.html' title='You Are My Heart, My Hope, My Help'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-9184930386066456061</id><published>2008-04-10T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T05:19:00.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>know yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#cc0000;"&gt;MEANING OF "YOU"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instructions&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;color:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;color:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ou do is find out what each letter of your name means.Then connect all the meanings and it describes YOU. ( Is'nt it GREAT !!)If you have double or triple letters, just count the meaning once&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;color:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#000000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; = You can be very quiet when you have something on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#000000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; = You are always cautious when it comes to meeting newpeople .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#000000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; = You definitely have a partier side in you, don't be shy to show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;= You have trouble trusting people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;= You are a very exciting person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#000000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt; = Everyone loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#000000;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt; = You have excellent ways of viewing people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#000000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; = You are not judgmental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#000000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; = You are always smiling and making others smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;= Jealously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;= You like to try new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; = Love is something you deeply believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;= Success comes easily to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#000000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; = You like to work, but you always want a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#000000;"&gt;O &lt;/span&gt;= You are very open-minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#000000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt; = You are very friendly and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;= You are a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#000000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; = You are a social butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#000000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; = You are very broad-minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#000000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; = You have an attitude, a big one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#000000;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt; = You feel like you have to equal up to people's standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#000000;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt; = You have a very good physique and looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#000000;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt; = You like your privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#000000;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt; = You never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#000000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; = You cause a lot of trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;color:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#000000;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt; = You're always fighting with someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td dir="ltr" size="12pt" style="direction: ltr;" valign="top" width="100%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-9184930386066456061?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/9184930386066456061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=9184930386066456061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/9184930386066456061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/9184930386066456061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/04/know-yourself.html' title='know yourself'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-4454661957459868482</id><published>2008-04-09T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T22:13:00.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Newton Committed Suicide...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:24;"  &gt;Here is the reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:13;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:16;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why Newton Committed Suicide.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:16;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, Newton came to India and watched a few Tamil movies that had his head spinning. He was convinced that all his logic and laws in physics were just a huge pile of junk and apologized for everything he had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the movie of Rajanikanth, Newton was confused to such an extent that he went paranoid. Here are a few scenes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Rajanikanth has a Brain Tumor which, according to the doctors can't be cured and his death is imminent. In one of the fights, Rajanikanth is shot in the head. To everybody's surprise, the bullet passes through his ears taking away the tumor along with it and he is cured! Long Live Rajanikanth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) In another movie, Rajanikanth is confronted with 3 gangsters.&lt;br /&gt;Rajanikanth has a gun but unfortunately only one bullet and a knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess, what he does?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He throws the knife at the middle gangster? &amp;amp; shoots the bullet towards the knife. The knife cuts the bullet into 2 pieces, which kills both the gangsters on each side of the middle gangster &amp;amp; the knife kills the middle one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Rajanikanth is chased by a gangster. Rajanikanth has a revolver but no bullets in it. Guess, what he does. Nah? not even in your remotest imaginations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waits for the gangster to shoot. As soon as the gangster shoots, Rajanikanth opens the bullet compartment of his revolver and catches the bullet. Then, he closes the bullet compartment and fires his gun.&lt;br /&gt;Bang... the gangster dies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was too much for our Newton to take! He was completely shaken and decided to go back. But he happened to see another movie for one last time, and thought that at least one movie would follow his theory of physics. The whole movie goes fine and Newton is happy that all in the world hasn't changed. Oops, not so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'climax' finally arrives.&lt;br /&gt;Rajanikanth gets to know that the villain is on the other side of a very high wall. So high that Rajanikanth can't jump even if he tries like one of those superman techniques that our heroes normally use. Rajanikanth has to desperately kill the villain because it's the climax.&lt;br /&gt;( Newton dada is smiling since it is virtually impossible?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rajanikanth suddenly pulls two guns from his pockets. He throws one gun in the air and when the gun has reached above the height of the wall, he uses the second gun and shoots at the trigger of the first gun in air. The first gun fires off and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:16;"  &gt;the villain is dead..................... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&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/7119284959922003979-4454661957459868482?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/4454661957459868482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=4454661957459868482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/4454661957459868482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/4454661957459868482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-newton-committed-suicide.html' title='Why Newton Committed Suicide...'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-7294491615012176860</id><published>2008-04-08T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:11:01.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Invictus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;By William Ernest Henley&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Out of the night that covers me,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black as the Pit from pole to pole,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I thank whatever gods may be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;For my unconquerable soul.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the fell clutch of circumstance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have not winced nor cried aloud.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Under the bludgeonings of chance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My head is bloody, but unbow"d.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beyond this place of wrath and tears&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lies but the horror of the shade,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And yet the menace of the years&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It matters not how strait the gate,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;How charged with punishments the scroll,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am the master of my fate:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am the captain of my soul.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-7294491615012176860?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/7294491615012176860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=7294491615012176860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/7294491615012176860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/7294491615012176860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/04/invictus.html' title='Invictus'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-1303789699387561575</id><published>2008-04-07T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T22:09:00.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Each morning I would get up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Each morning I would get up&lt;br /&gt;And the most beautiful smile would look upon&lt;br /&gt;I would be hugged and kisses were meant to make my day happier&lt;br /&gt;My tiny hands could just be able to clutch the fingers&lt;br /&gt;And I would be lifted to get the whole of the touch&lt;br /&gt;This touch is so amazing&lt;br /&gt;The day I am born onwards I can make out the difference&lt;br /&gt;The care and nurture is showered upon beyond comparison&lt;br /&gt;With no expectations as a return&lt;br /&gt;The eyes are clear and crystal&lt;br /&gt;Which reflected just one thought&lt;br /&gt;You are from within me, and I will nourish you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My hands are no longer tiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I've stopped running around her&lt;br /&gt;Have started keeping secrets&lt;br /&gt;Gotten myself strangers as friends&lt;br /&gt;Whom I claim understand me better than her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yet, when I see her, her eyes show the same clear and crystal affection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It has gotten no less than it were the very first day, she saw me&lt;br /&gt;Or five years back when my world meant how she saw it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;With the hands I too grew vertically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Crossing the threshold of adulthood long time back&lt;br /&gt;She has now dreams being cultivated of seeing me all dressed up at the D day&lt;br /&gt;Like she always saw me as an angel&lt;br /&gt;But I have different lines to follow&lt;br /&gt;Every thought becomes a contrary factor&lt;br /&gt;I've grown old according to me&lt;br /&gt;I can take control of my decisions&lt;br /&gt;People I have, who yes indeed understand me better&lt;br /&gt;Coz I didn't give her a chance to look into me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I distanced myself for I couldn't express&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I knew she would be in a dilemma&lt;br /&gt;As how to respond to what I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Years gone by, I and she are like complete strangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;She begs to accept the stranger and make her the closest confidante&lt;br /&gt;Coz she knows I've grown bitterness over the years&lt;br /&gt;And now am venting it all up whenever I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Her eyes sparkle at the very thought of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Her day starts and ends with my being&lt;br /&gt;But the headstrong me, who can't allow intrusion into my self&lt;br /&gt;Coz I've changed, am no longer her sweet kid&lt;br /&gt;Day by day, my convictions about certain things enforcing way to be concrete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Times have been when out of concern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;She spilt the beans before somebody&lt;br /&gt;It was told in complete confidence&lt;br /&gt;And now it was out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The days I've lashed at her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The poison darts that pricked her each time i had something to tell her&lt;br /&gt;The tears she hid from me&lt;br /&gt;The unreachable hands she always extended towards me&lt;br /&gt;The me walking past her without any reflection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here I sit each moment with just one thought coming across&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am nothing without her&lt;br /&gt;I would have been long dead but for her&lt;br /&gt;I need her as a backbone&lt;br /&gt;For she means everything to me&lt;br /&gt;My being, my self, my touch, my thoughts, my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Even though I need to cover several miles to reach her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Which are all self created&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I prefer it that ways&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I have all songs to sing for her&lt;br /&gt;I have all smiles that belong to her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I wish to be a tiny girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Unaffected by the sudden changes around&lt;br /&gt;I wish to be carefree and drown all my inhibitions&lt;br /&gt;I wish to clutch the fingers yet again&lt;br /&gt;For they give me the security i seek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;One look at her face and I know she's absorbed everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Making me numb for as long as I'm with her&lt;br /&gt;The joyous days and minutes spent together&lt;br /&gt;In celebration of the biggest joy of the world&lt;br /&gt;A mother and daughter can enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The lending of the key to the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Which always has a welcome note&lt;br /&gt;That says I can walk in any day I'm troubled&lt;br /&gt;The crystal clear, glistening eyes in await of me&lt;br /&gt;The wonderful touch I look forward too&lt;br /&gt;The warm her I love snuggling next to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the extra miles I created&lt;br /&gt;Which I need to cover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sometimes of which I feel, one look is enough to talk a lot&lt;br /&gt;And other times I feel&lt;br /&gt;Feelings beyond words always keeps me around her&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/7119284959922003979-1303789699387561575?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/1303789699387561575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=1303789699387561575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/1303789699387561575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/1303789699387561575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/04/each-morning-i-would-get-up.html' title='Each morning I would get up'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-6509032552813050514</id><published>2008-04-07T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T06:22:13.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERE DID SHE FIND THE TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:130%;color:#0000bf;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHERE DID SHE FIND THE TIME&lt;br /&gt;by Dori Bushee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:130%;color:#0000bf;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where did she find the time &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:130%;color:#0000bf;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that she so willingly shared, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:130%;color:#0000bf;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;making sure that every day &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:130%;color:#0000bf;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we knew how much she cared. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:130%;color:#0000bf;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:130%;color:#0000bf;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did she find the time&lt;br /&gt;for all the cookies she would bake,&lt;br /&gt;never once ever complaining&lt;br /&gt;about the work that it would make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did she find the time&lt;br /&gt;to make our house a home,&lt;br /&gt;and fill it up with love&lt;br /&gt;so we"d never feel alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did she find the time&lt;br /&gt;to wipe away our tears,&lt;br /&gt;and teach us to be strong&lt;br /&gt;overcoming all our fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did she find the time&lt;br /&gt;to have a moment to herself,&lt;br /&gt;while she was taking care of us&lt;br /&gt;and thinking of no one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did she find the time&lt;br /&gt;and always know just what to say,&lt;br /&gt;other than being who she was&lt;br /&gt;because Mothers are just that way!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-6509032552813050514?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/6509032552813050514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=6509032552813050514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/6509032552813050514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/6509032552813050514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/04/where-did-she-find-time.html' title='WHERE DID SHE FIND THE TIME'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-3455943813394651426</id><published>2008-04-06T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:09:00.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Must Read</title><content type='html'>When I Asked God for Strength&lt;br /&gt;He Gave Me Difficult Situations to Face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I Asked God for Brain &amp;amp; Brown&lt;br /&gt;He Gave Me Puzzles in Life to Solve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I Asked God for Happiness&lt;br /&gt;He Showed Me Some Unhappy People&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I Asked God for Wealth&lt;br /&gt;He Showed Me How to Work Hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I Asked God for Favors&lt;br /&gt;He Showed Me Opportunities to Work Hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I Asked God for Peace&lt;br /&gt;He Showed Me How to Help&lt;br /&gt;Others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Gave Me Nothing I Wanted&lt;br /&gt;He Gave Me Everything I Needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Swami Vivekananda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-3455943813394651426?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-8550062521680860082</id><published>2008-04-05T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T22:06:00.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Valentine, with All My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0a0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;o my Valentine, with all my love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;O&lt;/big&gt;f whom I cannot say enough in praise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;M&lt;/big&gt;ay my love for you sufficient prove,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;Y&lt;/big&gt;earning to redeem your caustic days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;V&lt;/big&gt;ortices within may drag you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;A&lt;/big&gt;nchor, then, in my serenity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;L&lt;/big&gt;ove saves some who otherwise might drown,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;E&lt;/big&gt;mbarked alone upon their Galilee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;N&lt;/big&gt;or should you deem your own love not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;T&lt;/big&gt;o be the chapel to which I retreat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;I&lt;/big&gt;n search of a pavilion for my pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;N&lt;/big&gt;o love is love unless it be a seat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;E&lt;/big&gt;nchanted, where a stone might weep again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7119284959922003979-8550062521680860082?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/8550062521680860082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=8550062521680860082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/8550062521680860082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/8550062521680860082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-my-valentine-with-all-my-love.html' title='To My Valentine, with All My Love'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-2564260643854550980</id><published>2008-04-04T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T22:05:01.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's A Day to Say, "I Love You"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0a0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;alentine's a day to say, "I love you,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; ritual that stages something real,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;etting out the truth of what I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;ven as I think it often of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;or could I with such grace without this day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;ell you that I'm grateful that I have you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;mpress upon you just how much I need you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;eeding such a frame for what I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;ven as I would my heart reveal.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7119284959922003979-2564260643854550980?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/2564260643854550980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=2564260643854550980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/2564260643854550980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/2564260643854550980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/04/valentines-day-to-say-i-love-you.html' title='Valentine&apos;s A Day to Say, &quot;I Love You&quot;'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-7763004166424054288</id><published>2008-04-03T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T22:05:01.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is You I Dream Of</title><content type='html'>By J. R. King&lt;br /&gt;A flower grows from beneath a blanket&lt;br /&gt;Of fine and purest white&lt;br /&gt;It reaches toward the sun for warmth,&lt;br /&gt;For heat and for the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for you grows stronger still,&lt;br /&gt;Despite the surrounding cold&lt;br /&gt;My heart is yours, bartered gone&lt;br /&gt;For yours has it been sold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its petals shine from morning dew&lt;br /&gt;Its stem grows stiff and strong&lt;br /&gt;It stands strong through the freezing cold&lt;br /&gt;It stands the winter long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long for you, for your soft touch&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you smile&lt;br /&gt;The longer that we stay apart&lt;br /&gt;The longer every mile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flower stretches through the snow&lt;br /&gt;It reaches toward the sun&lt;br /&gt;And now without you the color is gone&lt;br /&gt;The flower's petals, dun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as we talk, and as we learn&lt;br /&gt;The flower comes back to life&lt;br /&gt;The snow now melts and goes away&lt;br /&gt;As you take away my strife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring is here and growth abounds&lt;br /&gt;As you and I are one&lt;br /&gt;We are together, we are in love&lt;br /&gt;The snow for now is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the future, in dreams I have&lt;br /&gt;Of our life, long and true&lt;br /&gt;I see the times where all I need&lt;br /&gt;Are comforting words from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the times when winter comes&lt;br /&gt;As winter tends to do&lt;br /&gt;But we still love, and we still live&lt;br /&gt;And I do still love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we live, with children ours&lt;br /&gt;And a life of much to see&lt;br /&gt;With love we live, to live we love&lt;br /&gt;Happy together are we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the flower, older now,&lt;br /&gt;But still strong with fresh new leaves&lt;br /&gt;I see it growing, tall and strong&lt;br /&gt;Reaching to the eaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now old, as years have passed&lt;br /&gt;But old together are we&lt;br /&gt;And strong our love still today&lt;br /&gt;As strong as it can be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-7763004166424054288?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/7763004166424054288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=7763004166424054288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/7763004166424054288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/7763004166424054288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-is-you-i-dream-of.html' title='It Is You I Dream Of'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-9003940411364800767</id><published>2008-03-28T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T23:54:09.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kya Karun Mai</title><content type='html'>&lt;font class="tfont"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;mohabbat hai tujhse isko kaise bayan karu mai,&lt;br /&gt;tu miljaye zindagi me bas khuda se yehi dua karu mai,&lt;br /&gt;agar tu na milpai mujhe to sochkar guzar dun zindagi,&lt;br /&gt;agar tu na milpai mujhe to sochkar guzar dun zindagi&lt;br /&gt;ke aashiqui kismat me nahi,&lt;br /&gt;iske alawa aur kya karun mai,&lt;br /&gt;mauth ko gale laga na chahta hun mai,&lt;br /&gt;mauth ko gale laga na chahta hun mai par kambakhat milti hi nahi,&lt;br /&gt;ai khuda bata ise paane ke liye kya karun mai,&lt;br /&gt;mushkilo me hun ghire firta hun darbadar is ummed me ke milegi woh mujhe ek din,&lt;br /&gt;jina to nahi chahta hun par,&lt;br /&gt;jina to nahi chahta hun par,&lt;br /&gt;par is dilko manane ke liye KYA KARUN MAI.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-9003940411364800767?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/9003940411364800767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=9003940411364800767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/9003940411364800767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/9003940411364800767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/03/kya-karun-mai.html' title='Kya Karun Mai'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-3727095762371338964</id><published>2008-03-18T23:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T23:39:57.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Sayings....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Allow Your Own Inner Light to Guide You There comes a time when you must stand alone.&lt;br /&gt;You must feel confident enough within yourself to follow your own dreams.&lt;br /&gt;You must be willing to make sacrifices.&lt;br /&gt;You must be capable of changing and rearranging your priorities so that your final goal can be achieved.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, familiarity and comfort need to be challenged.&lt;br /&gt;There are times when you must take a few extra chances and create your own realities.&lt;br /&gt;Be strong enough to at least try to make your life better.&lt;br /&gt;Be confident enough that you won"t settle for a compromise just to get by.&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate yourself by allowing yourself the opportunities to grow, develop, and find your true sense of purpose in this life.&lt;span class="396061910-18032008"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/7119284959922003979-3727095762371338964?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/3727095762371338964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=3727095762371338964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/3727095762371338964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/3727095762371338964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/03/great-sayings.html' title='Great Sayings....'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-8547991293983785429</id><published>2008-03-17T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T00:25:04.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stealing Something</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is stealing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost property officeStealing is taking something that doesn't belong to you.&lt;br /&gt;It may be keeping something that you have found without trying to find who owns it.&lt;br /&gt;It may be copying heaps of stuff from a book or from the internet, and pretending that it is your own work in the project that you are doing.&lt;br /&gt; * Did you know that there are copyright laws to protect people's published work, whatever it is?&lt;br /&gt;It may be taking something from home without permission from mum or dad or whoever owns it.It may be copying a CD or DVD so that you don't have to buy a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why people steal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People steal for lots of different reasons.&lt;br /&gt;*    They want something and can't afford to pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;*    They think no-one will notice that it's missing.&lt;br /&gt;*    They think that someone has heaps of stuff, so it's OK to take something from them.&lt;br /&gt;*    They feel angry about something.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people steal because they want…&lt;br /&gt;*    to impress their friends&lt;br /&gt;*    to be part of a group&lt;br /&gt;*    some attention from friends, family or the teacher&lt;br /&gt;*    to feel excited&lt;br /&gt;*    to get back at someone.&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to have something stolen&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter whether it is a big or a small thing that is stolen – the effects are the same.&lt;br /&gt;What if you have been very careful about naming and looking after all your pencils, pens, rulers, etc. and you find that someone has taken some of them.&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;stealingWhat if you had just saved up enough for a new bike and someone stole it?&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;What if you have a really great idea in class, and someone else tells everyone about it as if it were their idea?&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;What if someone broke into your house and took lots of things from your family?&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;What if you woke up one morning and had to be late for school because someone had stolen your family's car?&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;What if you're the person stealing?&lt;br /&gt;Stealing can have lots of consequences for the person who is doing the stealing.&lt;br /&gt;*    You may feel ashamed and upset.&lt;br /&gt;*    You may feel afraid in case you are found out. This feeling can last for years, and even if you're not found out, you will know that you have stolen something.&lt;br /&gt;*    You may have to hide what you've stolen in case someone finds out – so it's no use to you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;*    You may get into trouble with other kids, parents, teachers or even the Police.&lt;br /&gt;*    People may not trust you in future.&lt;br /&gt;stealing    *    You could lose friends.&lt;br /&gt;*    Friends' parents may think you are a bad influence on their kids, and you won't be invited to their houses.&lt;br /&gt;*    You may be banned from a store if the owners think you are stealing.&lt;br /&gt;*    Being caught can be very embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;*    You may feel nervous about doing the stealing, but even afterwards, you will never be sure that you have got away with it, so you still feel nervous.&lt;br /&gt;*    Feeling nervous and upset can make you feel very unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How to help your friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your friend is stealing or trying to get you to steal, there are things you can do.&lt;br /&gt;*    Tell the friend that stealing is wrong. He may get upset with you, but you need to let him know how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;*    Tell one of your trusted adults. This is not dobbing, this is trying to help your friend stay out of trouble and learn what is right.&lt;br /&gt;*    Don't hang around with someone who steals, because you could end up in trouble too.&lt;br /&gt;*    Make sure that you and your friend hang out with positive people.&lt;br /&gt;*    Don't ever join in with stealing. It's not cool. It's stupid. Just look at the people who spend most of their lives in jail because they steal from others. Is that where you want to spend your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What kids say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Once I let a girl borrow my new doll for a while. When I came back it was gone. We found it at the bottom of her bag. I never trusted her again." – Ashleigh&lt;br /&gt;stealing"Six years ago my dad's bow and arrow was stolen. There was a big hole in our roller door. We had to get an automatic roller door." – James&lt;br /&gt;"Once when my dad was mowing a lawn someone stole his wallet, mobile phone and credit card." – Luke&lt;br /&gt;"Stealing is not right. It hurts people's feelings too, especially when it was something special from your family. – Tegan&lt;br /&gt;"Some thieves broke in to my grandma's house and stole two DVD players." – Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;Stealing other people's ideas is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Taking other people's stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who steals should go to jail.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who steals loses friends.&lt;br /&gt;Lying about taking things is bad.&lt;br /&gt;– Louis&lt;br /&gt;    Stealing is wrong, stealing is bad,&lt;br /&gt;    Stealing is something that makes me mad.&lt;br /&gt;    Stealing a present, a book,&lt;br /&gt;    Or someone's bag hook.&lt;br /&gt;    Stealing is bad and we all know it.&lt;br /&gt;    But people in jail never show it.&lt;br /&gt;    – Andrea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-8547991293983785429?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/8547991293983785429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=8547991293983785429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/8547991293983785429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/8547991293983785429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/03/stealing-something.html' title='Stealing Something'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-6953477079382786586</id><published>2008-03-14T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T01:20:35.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Love !!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A student asks a teacher, "What is love?"The teacher said, "in order to answer your question, go to the wheat field and choose the biggest wheat and come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; to pick."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The student went to the field, go thru first row, he saw one big wheat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; but he wonders….may be there is a bigger one later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Then he saw another bigger one… but may be there is an even bigger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; one waiting for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Later, when he finished more than half of the wheat field, he starts to realise that the wheat is not as big as the previous one he saw, he knew he has missed the biggest one, and he regretted. So, he ended up went back to the teacher with empty hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;told him, "…this is love… you keep looking for better ones, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; when later you realise, you have already missed the person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-6953477079382786586?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/6953477079382786586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=6953477079382786586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/6953477079382786586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/6953477079382786586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-is-love.html' title='What is Love !!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-861666601927863796</id><published>2008-03-12T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T00:22:41.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUE FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;Someone that you don't know even exists,&lt;br /&gt;loves you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you&lt;br /&gt;before they go to sleep.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,,,,,,,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Goodluck to u allll...........................&lt;br /&gt;who r blessed with true friends............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/7119284959922003979-861666601927863796?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-6029505797081345938</id><published>2008-03-08T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T23:39:25.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justification</title><content type='html'>I opened my plated hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Put a bow and clip&lt;br /&gt;Needed to justify&lt;br /&gt;I gave the box a glance&lt;br /&gt;Lifted the lid and ate chocolates&lt;br /&gt;Needed to justify&lt;br /&gt;I didn't write the homework&lt;br /&gt;Took a page and drew a doll&lt;br /&gt;Needed to justify&lt;br /&gt;I went to the violin class&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the handicraft class&lt;br /&gt;Needed to justify&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't at the park&lt;br /&gt;Games didn't enthrall me&lt;br /&gt;Needed to justify&lt;br /&gt;I pepped my face with the vanity case belongings&lt;br /&gt;Mom looked beautiful always&lt;br /&gt;Needed to justify&lt;br /&gt;I refused to sing&lt;br /&gt;Dance doors were making the call&lt;br /&gt;Needed to justify&lt;br /&gt;I took on art as a form&lt;br /&gt;Others expressed well&lt;br /&gt;Needed to justify&lt;br /&gt;I finished off the book&lt;br /&gt;Rather sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Needed to justify&lt;br /&gt;I hopped onto the world beyond&lt;br /&gt;Smiled all alone&lt;br /&gt;Needed to justify&lt;br /&gt;I lay on the bed&lt;br /&gt;Blinking away in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Needed to justify&lt;br /&gt;I quit with all of them&lt;br /&gt;The frequencies didn't match&lt;br /&gt;Needed to justify&lt;br /&gt;Iwent out for lunch&lt;br /&gt;It took four hours&lt;br /&gt;Needed to justify&lt;br /&gt;I visited the virtual life and got hooked&lt;br /&gt;Reality didn't appeal me much&lt;br /&gt;Needed to justify&lt;br /&gt;I found names to faces&lt;br /&gt;Which stabilized my rocketing pace&lt;br /&gt;Needed to justify&lt;br /&gt;I search in the mysteries of the unfound&lt;br /&gt;Missed it despite having it&lt;br /&gt;Will one day feel the need to justify&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-6029505797081345938?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/6029505797081345938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=6029505797081345938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/6029505797081345938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/6029505797081345938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/03/justification.html' title='Justification'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-13646534555695711</id><published>2008-03-05T04:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T04:26:53.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Parent</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;You cared for me when I was young with tender love and care.&lt;br /&gt;You gave me food and shelter, and some clothes for me to wear.&lt;br /&gt;When I was tiny, you would read me stories every night.&lt;br /&gt;And then when I was fast asleep, you'd tuck me in so tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every day, right after school, you'd be there just to say,&lt;br /&gt;"How was school?" and then I'd tell you all about my day.&lt;br /&gt;And when I had some problems in my life, as children do,&lt;br /&gt;You always seemed to understand. It wasn't new to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at my graduation, you were standing in the crowd,&lt;br /&gt;And when they called my name you smiled and cheered for me so loud.&lt;br /&gt;And now that I have grown, I've seen you ripening with age,&lt;br /&gt;And soon within the book of life, you'll reach your final page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you need care, but I have children of my own.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just say goodbye, and then I'll send you to a home.&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/7119284959922003979-13646534555695711?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/13646534555695711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=13646534555695711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/13646534555695711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/13646534555695711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/03/parent.html' title='The Parent'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-851636715146375157</id><published>2008-03-05T04:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T04:25:42.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A TRUE LOVE STORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Welcome!" src="http://acacia.pair.com/Journey.of.the.Heart/Love_Stories_Graphics/Love_Stories_Trellis/trellispink.top.GIF" align="bottom" border="0" height="77" width="403" /&gt;&lt;img alt="i luv u!" src="http://acacia.pair.com/Journey.of.the.Heart/Love_Stories_Graphics/i-luv-u-girl.gif" align="bottom" border="0" height="75" hspace="25" width="74" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://acacia.pair.com/Journey.of.the.Heart/Love_Stories_Graphics/Love_Stories_Trellis/trellis_at_bottom_page/trellispink.bottom.GIF" align="bottom" border="0" height="77" width="403" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A real story happens to a girl in chennai recently.. must read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Her name was Priya. She was hit by a lorry. She is working in a call centre. She has a boy friend named Shankar. Both of them are true lovers. They always hang on the phone. You can never see her without her handphone. In fact she also changed her phone from Airtel to Hutch, so both of them can be on the same network, and save on the cost. She spends half of the day talking with shankar. Priya’s family knows about their relationship. Shankar is very close with Priya’s family. (just imagine their love) . Before she passed away she always told her friends “If I pass away please burn me with my handphone” she also said the same thing to her parents. After her death, people cant carry her body, I was there. A lot of them tried to do so but still cant , everybody including me, had tried to carry the body, the result is still the same. Eventually, they called a person who know to one of their neighbours, who can speak with the soul of dead person , who is a&lt;br /&gt;friend of her father. He took a stick and started speaking to himself slowly.&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes, he said “this girl misses something here”. then her friends told that person about her intentions to burn her with her phone. He then opened the grave box and place her phone and SIM card inside the casket. after that they tried to carry the body. It could be moved and they carried it into the van easily. All of us were shocked. Priya’s parents did not inform Shankar that Priya had passed away. After 2 weeks Shankar called Priya’s mom. Shankar :….”Atte, I’m coming home today. Cook something nice for me.Dont tell Priya that I’m coming home today, i wanna surprise her.” Her mother replied….. “You come home first, I wanna tell you something very important.” after he came, they told him the truth about Priya.&lt;br /&gt;Shankar thinks that they were playing a fool. He was laughing and said “dont try to fool me - tell Priya to come out, i have a gift for her Please stop this nonsense”. then they show him the original death certificate to him. They gave him proof to make him believe. (Shankar started to sweat) He said… “Its not true. we spoke yesterday. She still calls me. Shankar was shaking. Suddenly, Shankar’s phone rang. “see this is from Priya, see this…” he showed the phone to priya’s family. all of them told him to answer.he talked using the loudspeaker mode. all of them heard his conversation. Loud and clear, no cross lines, no humming. It is the actual voice of Priya &amp;amp; there is no way others could use her SIM card since it is nailed inside the grave box they were so shocked and asked for the same person’s (who can speak with the soul of deal perosns) help again. He brought his master to solve this matter. He &amp;amp; his master worked for 5 hours. Then they discovered one thing which really shocked them… &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/7119284959922003979-851636715146375157?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/851636715146375157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=851636715146375157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/851636715146375157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/851636715146375157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/03/true-love-story.html' title='A TRUE LOVE STORY'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-5129152718209104920</id><published>2008-03-05T04:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T04:24:57.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Purpose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 130%; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;We usually read read great love stories like Romeo-Juliet and many more. But the love stories that we come across in our everyday life which involves common people like us. Most of my friends have awesome love stories. Since they are not very famous their love are know just to few people. This blog is here to Publish all the cute love stories i have ever come across in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 130%; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Unlike the Bollywood movies we do not have songs or locations abroad but I am sure they will interesting and more enjoyable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-5129152718209104920?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/5129152718209104920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=5129152718209104920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/5129152718209104920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/5129152718209104920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/03/purpose.html' title='The Purpose'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-4487369645434680439</id><published>2008-03-05T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T04:17:21.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soulmates.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;The clearing is dim from the slight rise of a full moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Edges of the woods throw a shadow of their presence.&lt;br /&gt;In the deep shadows of the woods she sits and waits.&lt;br /&gt;The ritual is nightly, long and lonely, but she waits.&lt;br /&gt;Small animals scurry in and around the clearing,&lt;br /&gt;But her hunger is not physical, it goes much deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the far side of the clearing rests a small lake.&lt;br /&gt;High banks of rocks and trees surround one side.&lt;br /&gt;The full moon has fully left her place of rest and&lt;br /&gt;shines brightly casting full shadows now.&lt;br /&gt;At the edge of the lake on the highest rise,&lt;br /&gt;a figure moves slowly towards the high edge of the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She raises her head to sniff the air but stays calm.&lt;br /&gt;Is it he? Her heart pounds hard with possible excitement.&lt;br /&gt;She watches as he climbs the highest point of the rocky edge.&lt;br /&gt;Taking a careful step backwards as to not disturb this moment.&lt;br /&gt;His figure is a silhouette against the great moon.&lt;br /&gt;He sniffs the air as if he seems to know he is not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fog has settled on the lake, lite and wispy.&lt;br /&gt;She has edged farther in the shadows to witness&lt;br /&gt;this ritual and remember a moment in their past when&lt;br /&gt;it was routine to play in a meadow and not think about&lt;br /&gt;what was expected of them as alpha's, heir to their thrones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing one choice could change their future.&lt;br /&gt;He stands and looks around him thinking of his pack,&lt;br /&gt;knowing his responsibility, but his heart is stripped.&lt;br /&gt;The spirit to lead is gone. He only wants to walk away.&lt;br /&gt;Something is missing in his life. Something he missed maybe?&lt;br /&gt;The emptiness in his soul is as vast as the night.&lt;br /&gt;The loneliness in his heart as deserted as the clearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes a step forward and eyes the night sky.&lt;br /&gt;The moon shines so brightly. He looks about him,&lt;br /&gt;"This is my home, this is where I live and hunt.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it such a stranger to me?" Again he looks&lt;br /&gt;towards the night sky and there he sees a glimmer.&lt;br /&gt;The evening star winks back at his gaze. " I remember... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He raises his head and brings forth a low sweet howl.&lt;br /&gt;It echo's off the hill sides and down the valley.&lt;br /&gt;Again he repeats the sound, not knowing why he makes the call,&lt;br /&gt;but it does seem to help ease a longing he's felt for so long.&lt;br /&gt;Going back to a time when his soul and life was free of such pain.&lt;br /&gt;"Can the spirits hear my plea of the past?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turns her head to the sound, so strange and so familiar.&lt;br /&gt;It draws her forward as it did the first time she heard him.&lt;br /&gt;Brushing aside a bush, the white petals of a Cherokee Rose&lt;br /&gt;softy float around her. It is spring, a time of beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Stepping forward into the silvery glow of moon light,&lt;br /&gt;she proudly watches him speak to the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back in time, she remembers a night like this,&lt;br /&gt;the very first time she came upon this lake.&lt;br /&gt;Following small herd of mustangs who had lead her to this spot,&lt;br /&gt;she had witnessed him standing alone upon the rocky rise.&lt;br /&gt;The sound of a howl chased away the ponies,&lt;br /&gt;but sight of him took her breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time is late and she has to go.&lt;br /&gt;"Time to go my beloved soul mate" Star whispers&lt;br /&gt;"but I shall return on the rise of the moon."&lt;br /&gt;"I love you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-4487369645434680439?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/4487369645434680439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=4487369645434680439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/4487369645434680439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/4487369645434680439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/03/soulmates.html' title='Soulmates.'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-8695034369635409369</id><published>2008-02-23T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T23:05:13.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEELINS 2 ME NOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.buffgrunt.com/taps/photo%20taps/convert/red%20rose%20dragon.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dear beybie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote tis letter juz 2 express my feeling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ol tis time i dont appreciate u enuf as my gal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur evrytink 2 me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i neva wondered aw wuld it feel if u left me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remeber da time wen i waz damn mad dat lead us 2 our big brokup..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt terribel...real terrible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n now i lost u..myb 4 gud..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cz i noe u dont haf any feelins 2 me now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant find any otha galz...n i dont noe y...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evendo there is sum1 out there,in a million but they cant replace u at ol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont noe y..nbut i do noe i love u deep inside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its funny aw we brokup...but it leaves a big wound in me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant describe aw my life living witout u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm...there iz a lot of things 4 me 2 say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u show a side of me dat has neva came out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur like n icon wer pple wanna bv u cz ur special..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur capable of canging anytink in2 sumting ryte..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of coz sumtimes we had a rufftime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need u in my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt like i woz torn apart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Now that it's all said and done,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe you were the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To build me up and tear me down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an old abandoned house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you said when you left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just left me cold and out of breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell too far, was in way too deep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took a hammer to these walls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragged the memories down the hall,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packed your bags and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing I could say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you slammed the front door shut,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of others opened up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did my eyes so I could see... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-8695034369635409369?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/8695034369635409369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=8695034369635409369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/8695034369635409369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/8695034369635409369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/02/feelins-2-me-now.html' title='FEELINS 2 ME NOW'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-3392255905678264381</id><published>2008-02-20T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T04:57:36.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some nice qoutes....</title><content type='html'>* The early bird may get the worm, but the second&lt;br&gt; mouse gets the cheese.  &lt;br&gt; * I don&amp;#39;t suffer from insanity. I enjoy every minute of it.&lt;br&gt; * To forts perfect aim, shoot first and call whatever you hit the target&lt;br&gt; * A train station is where the train stops. A bus&lt;br&gt; station is where the bus stops. On my desk, I have a&lt;br&gt; work station...&lt;br&gt;  * Anyone can give up smoking, but it takes a real&lt;br&gt;man to face cancer. &lt;br&gt; * I used to have an open mind but my brains kept&lt;br&gt; falling out.&lt;br&gt; * Hard work has a future payoff, laziness pays off&lt;br&gt;now.&lt;br&gt;* Teamwork is essential - it allows you to blame someone else..&lt;br&gt;* I love u, not for wat u r , but for wat i am when i am wit u - Roy Croft&lt;br&gt;* Remember, today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday&lt;br&gt;* If u win u need not explain... But if u lose u&lt;br&gt; should not be there to explain - Adolph Hitler&lt;br&gt; * i will not say i failed 1000 times, i will say that i discovered there are 1000 ways that can cause failure - Thomas Edison&lt;br&gt;* Love ur job, but nevcer fall in love wit ur company because u never know when it stops loving u.... - Kalam&lt;br&gt;* If someone feels tat they had never made a mistake&lt;br&gt;in their life, then it means they had never tried a new thing in thier life - Einstein&lt;br&gt;* Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than&lt;br&gt;to speak out and remove all doubt. &lt;br&gt;* It&amp;#226;€™s easier to seek forgiveness than ask for&lt;br&gt; permission  Dickson Thamby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-3392255905678264381?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/3392255905678264381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=3392255905678264381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/3392255905678264381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/3392255905678264381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/02/some-nice-qoutes.html' title='Some nice qoutes....'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-6981043097877218936</id><published>2008-02-19T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T23:21:25.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Playing Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed flashvars="altServerURL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.metacafe.com&amp;amp;playerVars=showStats=no|autoPlay=no|videoTitle=" src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/505218/kids_playing_water.swf" width="460" height="395" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span size =" 1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/505218/kids_playing_water/"&gt;Kids Playing Water&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/"&gt;More free videos are here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ItemInfoDesc" class="Desc Over"&gt;    Kids joyfully playing and getting wet in a public fountain. Nicley edited with music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-6981043097877218936?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/6981043097877218936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=6981043097877218936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/6981043097877218936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/6981043097877218936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/02/kids-playing-water.html' title='Kids Playing Water'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-4041465922452991252</id><published>2008-02-19T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T03:16:39.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is the first gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;font class="tfont"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Life is the first gift,&lt;br /&gt; Love is the second,&lt;br /&gt; Understanding is the third.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Sometimes, we think of why friends keep&lt;br /&gt;  forwarding mails to us&lt;br /&gt;  without writing a single word........&lt;br /&gt;  Maybe this could explain why..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When you have nothing to say,&lt;br /&gt;  still want to keep contact,&lt;br /&gt;  guess what you do,&lt;br /&gt;  you forward mails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When you have something to say,&lt;br /&gt;  but don't know what,&lt;br /&gt;  and don't know how,&lt;br /&gt;  guess what you do,&lt;br /&gt;  you forward mails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have a lot to say,&lt;br /&gt;  and don't know why,&lt;br /&gt;  guess what you do,&lt;br /&gt;  you forward mails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When you are still wanted,&lt;br /&gt;  when you are still remembered,&lt;br /&gt;  when you are still important,&lt;br /&gt;  when you are still loved,&lt;br /&gt;  when you are still missed,&lt;br /&gt;  guess what you get&lt;br /&gt;  A Forwarded Mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So dear friends and family&lt;br /&gt;  next time if I forward you a mail&lt;br /&gt;  don't think I have only sent you a mail&lt;br /&gt;  but I've remembered you in my heart.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-4041465922452991252?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/4041465922452991252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=4041465922452991252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/4041465922452991252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/4041465922452991252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/02/life-is-first-gift.html' title='Life is the first gift'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-4948458953845036504</id><published>2008-02-19T21:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T21:41:41.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming of You</title><content type='html'>Late at night when all the world is sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stay up and think of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wish on a star that somewhere you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm dreaming of you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till tomorrow I'll be holding you tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than here in my room dreaming about you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if you ever see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if you know I'm there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you looked in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you see what's inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you even care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna hold you close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so far all I have a dreams of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wait for the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the courage to say how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be dreaming of you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till tomorrow I'll be holding you tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than here in my room dreaming about you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop dreaming of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puedo dejar de pensar en ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cómo te necesito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop dreaming of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi amor, cómo te extraño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late at night when all the world is sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stay up and think of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still can't believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you came up to me and said "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm dreaming with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till tomorrow and for all of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than here in my room dreaming of you endlessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till tomorrow I'll be holding you tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than here in my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be dreaming of you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endlessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be holding you tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming...with you...tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-4948458953845036504?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/4948458953845036504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=4948458953845036504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/4948458953845036504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/4948458953845036504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/02/dreaming-of-you.html' title='Dreaming of You'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-717050746110212394</id><published>2008-02-18T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T21:41:31.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light of the Lamp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I stared across the lamp less street&lt;br /&gt;In hope of finding one, where my eyes searched&lt;br /&gt;The focus couldn't go further, for the darkness haloed over&lt;br /&gt;At one moment I thought I'd better give up&lt;br /&gt;For today no fire flies are there too, who could guide me along the way&lt;br /&gt;I rest by the grand tree across the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wishing some one could lead me to the way&lt;br /&gt;Something from within had two opinions to sound&lt;br /&gt;The red thing said, I should return&lt;br /&gt;The grey thing said, its somewhere near&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why the red thing gave up so soon&lt;br /&gt;For I heard the grey thing, and I could see something at a distance&lt;br /&gt;I prayed it wasn't a mirage,&lt;br /&gt;For I am nowhere in the desert&lt;br /&gt;Its my mind I wander&lt;br /&gt;And the lamp being the beholder of my life&lt;br /&gt;The grand tree being my memories&lt;br /&gt;And the fire flies my well wishers&lt;br /&gt;Someone up above heard my prayers&lt;br /&gt;And I could find the lamp right ahead&lt;br /&gt;Glistening like the brightest star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;color:#ff0080;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would light my life forever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-717050746110212394?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/717050746110212394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=717050746110212394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/717050746110212394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/717050746110212394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/02/light-of-lamp.html' title='Light of the Lamp'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-4766256078593905476</id><published>2008-02-16T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T23:04:56.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f12" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I walked by the busy road&lt;br /&gt;Tall and straight and out of the box&lt;br /&gt;Absentminded I crossed the road&lt;br /&gt;Gave a smile to faces that pleased me&lt;br /&gt;In return got some back&lt;br /&gt;The warmth grew in and satiated my minds&lt;br /&gt;A look back and all I could see were silhoutes&lt;br /&gt;Of those who had a smile on their face a while ago&lt;br /&gt;But at the back of the mind, most of the things are a blackhole&lt;br /&gt;Darkness shrouded around every nerve and neuron in the grey mass&lt;br /&gt;Lights of wisdom flow through every minute&lt;br /&gt;But light of hope is long dead&lt;br /&gt;Twitching of muscles cannot evoke the senses long lost&lt;br /&gt;In the jungle of the fast scurrying life&lt;br /&gt;Engulfing every known redened soul&lt;br /&gt;I stretch my hand to reach the figures&lt;br /&gt;Open my mouth to give a call&lt;br /&gt;All that I hear is a gasp&lt;br /&gt;The narrowed eyes searching hazily for the feelings&lt;br /&gt;The yearning growing stronger lap by lap&lt;br /&gt;What darns me was, I was never noticed&lt;br /&gt;Neither anyone else was&lt;br /&gt;The faces were all pale and distant&lt;br /&gt;Imagination grew by folds&lt;br /&gt;And what remained was&lt;br /&gt;Being out of the box&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-4766256078593905476?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/4766256078593905476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=4766256078593905476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/4766256078593905476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/4766256078593905476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/02/out-of-box.html' title='Out of the Box'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-7563950016837196971</id><published>2008-02-11T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T22:53:14.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Wanna Say..................</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22;color:fuchsia;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just Wanna Say..................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22;color:fuchsia;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22;color:fuchsia;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Across the Miles,&lt;br /&gt;You have bought me Smile………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have wiped my tears by lending an ear...&lt;br /&gt;Although my voice u have never heard...&lt;br /&gt;You have listened carefully to my&lt;br /&gt;             Thoughts&lt;br /&gt;           My feelings&lt;br /&gt;          My words&lt;br /&gt;And I want You to know,&lt;br /&gt;       That I m glad&lt;br /&gt;That we have meet..&lt;br /&gt;      Coz my heart is&lt;br /&gt;Happy deep down inside..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:22;color:fuchsia;"   &gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you are a treasure my friend&lt;br /&gt;       And that’s not a lie..&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your friendship&lt;br /&gt;       And thanks for being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;YOU..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-7563950016837196971?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/7563950016837196971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=7563950016837196971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/7563950016837196971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/7563950016837196971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-wanna-say.html' title='Just Wanna Say..................'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-6827903821256416730</id><published>2008-02-10T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T22:34:51.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Technorati</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/claim/4xrdmwnjge" rel="me"&gt;Technorati Profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-6827903821256416730?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/6827903821256416730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=6827903821256416730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/6827903821256416730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/6827903821256416730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/02/technorati.html' title='Technorati'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-4830015680540986286</id><published>2008-02-10T01:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T23:36:06.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Comes Through the Eyes That See</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0a0000;"&gt;Love comes through the eyes that see&lt;br /&gt;And through the ears that hear,&lt;br /&gt;For people are quite beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;And words make feelings clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0a0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love comes through the hands that touch&lt;br /&gt;With unabashed affection,&lt;br /&gt;For only skin-to-skin can love&lt;br /&gt;Maintain its true direction.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0a0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love comes through the tastes and smells&lt;br /&gt;Of fresh and well-cooked food,&lt;br /&gt;For in the gift of nourishment&lt;br /&gt;Is much else that is good.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0a0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;But though love comes through senses five,&lt;br /&gt;Love comes from the heart,&lt;br /&gt;For there resides the greater love&lt;br /&gt;Of which ours is a part.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/7119284959922003979-4830015680540986286?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/4830015680540986286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=4830015680540986286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/4830015680540986286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/4830015680540986286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-comes-through-eyes-that-see.html' title='Love Comes Through the Eyes That See'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-58532432315464667</id><published>2008-02-10T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T01:42:08.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will You Be My Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0a0000;"&gt;Will you be my Valentine?&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am yours.&lt;br /&gt;You are like a tossing sea&lt;br /&gt;And I am like your shores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0a0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are like an endless wave&lt;br /&gt;And I your waiting sand.&lt;br /&gt;And I will wait forever as&lt;br /&gt;You come and smooth my hand.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0a0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will wait forever, yet&lt;br /&gt;You are a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;I hold you in my arms, while you&lt;br /&gt;Come to me endlessly.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0a0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Will you be my Valentine?&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am yours.&lt;br /&gt;I love you with a love that yearns&lt;br /&gt;To be your golden shores.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/7119284959922003979-58532432315464667?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/58532432315464667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=58532432315464667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/58532432315464667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/58532432315464667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/02/will-you-be-my-valentine.html' title='Will You Be My Valentine'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-7452342901681804732</id><published>2008-02-09T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T22:12:23.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I sit preparing myself for the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I keep postponing the event&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Have been thinking for long &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;How long would my clinging onto help me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Yes I need him for as long as I’m sane&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;But maybe it’s suffocating him&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I keep telling myself it’s been long I’ve tagged around&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Making him dread of the start of each new month &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;When my calls would reach him&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;For me each month brings an equal dread&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;That perhaps finally he would ask me &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Why am I so bothered about his well being?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It’s so hard to tell him I care &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;As I always used to, but its loosing its charm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Breaking and pulling away&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;That’s what I think&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;With no firm source to confirm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;So that for once I could leave and move away&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;But it’s so tough even to think &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;What would happen to me after that?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I would completely loose myself&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I lay crying in the wee hours of the night&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Listening to ‘Under My Umbrella’&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Wishing to be soaked deep down in the rains&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;For once he would break his silence&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And the night after night, I hug myself &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The storm inside me, finding roads to come out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The silent tears I hide from everybody&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Each day I think, I should go ahead with the plans&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;But next month I need to write my papers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The next to it, I need to wish him for the New Year&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Next I need to wish him on his birthday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I need to give myself space and time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;But only if he would break his silence&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Which he has donned into &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Wonder why he has no questions to ask me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Why he understands it all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Yet refuses to even shun it &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It’s the distance that keeps holding on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Making me feel incapable to make a difference &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;In his smile and his life&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;For once he said I am a dear one &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And he is glad we came together&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I wish to break free&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Of the thoughts that keep haunting me forever&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I don’t want to loose him&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;But I want to see whether he’d come back for me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Yet I don’t have the courage &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;To go ahead and make the decision&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Am already lost and grief stricken&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I would rather pain myself more&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Than seeing him getting hurt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I would rather bash myself&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Than seeing he hit by the ways of life&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;All for the friendship I count in him&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;All coz I cared too much&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;All coz I restrained stray thoughts making my way&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And developing something new&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;For I knew some wild turn would ruin all that we have had&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And nothing else would matter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Is what I don't wish to feel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Here I sit taken the decision&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Which grew along with the prose&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Embarking the New Year&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And has taken its final shape&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;One last call of acquaintance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The silence and remorse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Beginning to overwhelm inside&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And bring a lump in the throat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;So strong he could understand&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And ask this time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Only if he did understand months later&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;When I would have let go him&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Which I hope, but docile wishes go unheard&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The last question was asked&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The Wish I wrote, did it mean anything&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Which got the answer, feelings are long dead now&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And I have nothing to say&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Its not the way I had imagined&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I want to heal now&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And I want to feel forver&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Coz i believe in FOREVER...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Which exists in the tamed mind of ours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-7452342901681804732?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/7452342901681804732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=7452342901681804732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/7452342901681804732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/7452342901681804732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/02/here-i-sit-preparing-myself-for-day.html' title='Here I sit preparing myself for the day'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-7539122032270097129</id><published>2008-02-06T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T23:06:34.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A flower that gives life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R6qt7Yvs4xI/AAAAAAAAB4w/mXozTfTyim8/s1600-h/2018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R6qt7Yvs4xI/AAAAAAAAB4w/mXozTfTyim8/s320/2018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164131158500107026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A flower that gives life,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blooms even in harshest adversities,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thats" what the name means.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The bud enveloping the petals so firm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inside lies the secret of life giving power&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The juices all white and transparent&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No colour biasing and no taste preference&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wherever it positions, creating a climber to hold onto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;For the other that is in need&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The other may not even have to whisper&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just turn around and give one soulful look&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perhaps that may too not be felt&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;There are strong vibes that flow through&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of energy at one end, and synergy at the other&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The flower that is not infested by pests&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which seemingly keep targeting its stalk&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like the sun advancing the day, and intensifying its glare&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Year after year, the reach of the flower expanding by folds&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The roots gaining more of ground, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The bark thickening with a strong turf&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the richness being savoured by many&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;All forming a network of links&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chained together for as long as one can remember&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its the flower that gave life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-7539122032270097129?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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mera&lt;br /&gt;mai har kimmat pe raji hu muhje sauda nahi kahte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jo sach puchho to unse to hamare haq me gair achchhe&lt;br /&gt;bura bhi to nahi kahte agar achchha nahi kahte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abhi aaye abhi fir chal diye par khair aaye to&lt;br /&gt;magar fir aise aane ko to hum aana nahi kahte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wafa karne jiske aapko itna taqlluf ho&lt;br /&gt;na hone ke barabar hai ise vada nahi kahte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jo sakhti se kisi ki kham hui gardan ko kya hashil&lt;br /&gt;ise hum kufr kahte hai ise sajda nahi kahte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unhi ke muh lagane se badhi agiyar ki himmat&lt;br /&gt;wah jab diwana kahte hai to wah kya-kya nahi kahte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apni kaha kismat ki ji yu hi jara khoosh hokar&lt;br /&gt;samajate to hai wah apna magar apna nahi kahte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00ff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a rel="nofollow" style="text-decoration: none;" title="tHe mOsT 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You are the light when there is no sun.&lt;br /&gt;You are the rainbow after the rain is done.&lt;br /&gt;You are the star that twinkles in the night.&lt;br /&gt;You are the moon that glows so bright.&lt;br /&gt;You are the wind that whistles my name.&lt;br /&gt;You are the love when the world is the same.&lt;br /&gt;You are the flowers the bee's never miss.&lt;br /&gt;You are the beach the warm sun kisses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-1704958883851099724?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/1704958883851099724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=1704958883851099724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/1704958883851099724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/1704958883851099724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/02/everything-to-me.html' title='Everything to Me'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-6057421270365122046</id><published>2008-02-02T21:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T21:09:35.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHICH IS BETTER.....FORMER OR LATTER?</title><content type='html'>Dad used to give us a measly Rs. 20/- per month,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in that we were not only able to eat stomachs fill,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we were able to save too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we earn a sum of 20K, we have no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where it goes, let alone saving it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was better, the former or the latter???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 subjects per year, 6 different teachers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One project since we joined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just one manager!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was better, the former or the latter???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to make notes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we used to study for ranks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we scan thru our mails;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we struggle for our ratings!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was better, the former or the latter???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have still not forgotten  the people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the next section!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we don't even know who sits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the next cubicle!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was better, the former or the latter???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting back from a tiring play,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we used to do our home work!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now who knows/cares about home;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all we do is just work!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was better, the former or the latter???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We knew our history and economics!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let alone reading books,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we don't even catch up with the daily news!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was better, the former or the latter???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an aim in life;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;behind our backs we had our teachers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have no idea about the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;future nor do we find any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one who would tell us anything!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now just ask  yourself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which was better,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the former or the latter????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-6057421270365122046?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/6057421270365122046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=6057421270365122046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/6057421270365122046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/6057421270365122046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/02/which-is-betterformer-or-latter.html' title='WHICH IS BETTER.....FORMER OR LATTER?'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-1522927671345448847</id><published>2008-02-02T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T21:06:06.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever been lost in the mist?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been lost in the mist?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever found temptation so hard to resist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried to cry, but your tears don't seem to bare?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered why life is never fair? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever loved so much you thought you would die?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever questioned the reasons why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When words don't seem to matter anymore&lt;br /&gt;And a heart is nothing but an open door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you let someone in, only for them to walk right out&lt;br /&gt;Was that your fault? Is that what love is about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are decisions sometimes so hard to make?&lt;br /&gt;Why is a heart so easy to break?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think that love is just a lie&lt;br /&gt;Because you learn the truth as time passes by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven is merely a footstep away&lt;br /&gt;Do you live for the future, do you love for the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prey for the moment or the road ahead?&lt;br /&gt;Do you lye in misery all alone in your bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness is sometimes better to keep&lt;br /&gt;To avoid the world before you fall to deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often want to give up this fight&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't change my fears, I fear both day and night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be broken like a window, shattered like glass, to let in the rain&lt;br /&gt;I can't bare the cost I won't take that pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ill walk away and think of nothing but sorrow&lt;br /&gt;And hope my days are brighter, ill look forward to tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever . . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-1522927671345448847?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/1522927671345448847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=1522927671345448847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/1522927671345448847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/1522927671345448847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/02/have-you-ever-been-lost-in-mist.html' title='Have you ever been lost in the mist?'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-2351429819484241683</id><published>2008-02-02T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T21:04:11.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Quote:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;1:  If you want to know how people look at you, stand in front of the mirror.  What you see, people see same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;2: Life span is too small.  So do not waste it in anger, fight.  Live every moment as if there is no tomorrow.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Life ends &amp;amp; one leaves the world physically but leaves lasting good memories in heart of loved ones as well as leaves a little smile &amp;amp; sweet memories on clean few (may be very SMALL NUMBER) friend's face &amp;amp; in their hearts. I am working on incrementing this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;NUMBER every day. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; (My personal Belief).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-2351429819484241683?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/2351429819484241683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=2351429819484241683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/2351429819484241683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/2351429819484241683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/02/personal-quote.html' title='Personal Quote:'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-8337502112162254229</id><published>2008-01-22T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T05:16:16.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Always Remember..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#800080;"&gt;Somebody cares if you're happy today,&lt;br /&gt;If your heart is cheerful and light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#800080;"&gt;Somebody cares if you're feeling good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#800080;"&gt;And everything's going just right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#800080;"&gt;And somebody hopes that this message will show, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#800080;"&gt;In a warm little heart-to-heart way.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#800080;"&gt;You're thought of, remembered,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#800080;"&gt;and happily wished an especially wonderful life !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;And tht person is Me...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-8337502112162254229?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/8337502112162254229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=8337502112162254229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/8337502112162254229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/8337502112162254229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-always-remember.html' title='And Always Remember..'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-6194813561090839034</id><published>2008-01-22T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T05:15:49.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST FOR   You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:7;color:#ff82c2;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;UST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype  Corsiva;font-size:7;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0000ff;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:7;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0000ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:7;color:#ff82c2;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;UST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype  Corsiva;font-size:7;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0000ff;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:7;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0000ff;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:7;color:#ff82c2;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;ecide to be happy today, to live with what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#ff82c2;"&gt;is yours - your family, your business, your job. If you can't have what you like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#ff82c2;"&gt;maybe you can like what you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:7;color:#ff82c2;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;ust for today, be kind, cheerful, agreeable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#ff82c2;"&gt;responsive, caring, and understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#ff82c2;"&gt;be your best, dress your best, talk softly, look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#ff82c2;"&gt;for the bright side of things.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#ff82c2;"&gt;Praise people for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#ff82c2;"&gt;what they do and don't criticize them for what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#ff82c2;"&gt;they cannot do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0000ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:7;color:#ff82c2;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;f someone does something stupid, forgive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#ff82c2;"&gt;and forget.  After all, it's just for one day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#ff82c2;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:7;color:#ff82c2;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;ho knows, it might turn out to be a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#ff82c2;"&gt;nice day!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-6194813561090839034?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/6194813561090839034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=6194813561090839034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/6194813561090839034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/6194813561090839034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-for-you.html' title='JUST FOR   You'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-8383190203164258805</id><published>2008-01-22T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T05:14:09.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fried Eggs..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;A wife was making a breakfast of fried eggs for her husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;Suddenly, her husband burst into the kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 255); font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;"Careful,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt; he said,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 204); font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"CAREFUL! Put in some more butter! Oh my GOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 204); font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;You're cooking too many at once. TOO MANY! Turn them! TURN THEM NOW! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 204); font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 204); font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;need more butter. Oh my GOD! WHERE are we going to get MORE BUTTER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 204); font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;They're going to STICK!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 204); font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;Careful...CAREFUL! I said be CAREFUL! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 204); font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 204); font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;NEVER listen to me when you're cooking! Never! Turn them! Hurry up!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 204); font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 204); font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;Are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;you CRAZY? Have you LOST your mind? Don't forget to salt them. You know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;!--sc-ript&gt;&lt;!--D(["mb","\u003cbr\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" color\u003d\"#993366\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"color:rgb(153,51,102)\"\&gt;you always forget \nto salt them. Use the salt. USE THE SALT! THE SALT!!!\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"#993366\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"color:rgb(153,51,102)\"\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" color\u003d\"#993366\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"color:rgb(153,51,102)\"\&gt;THE \nSALT!!!"\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"#993366\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"color:rgb(153,51,102)\"\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" color\u003d\"#993366\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"color:rgb(153,51,102)\"\&gt;The wife stared \nat him. "What in the world is wrong with you? You think \nI\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"#993366\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"color:rgb(153,51,102)\"\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" color\u003d\"#993366\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"color:rgb(153,51,102)\"\&gt;don&amp;#39;t know how to \nfry a couple of eggs?"\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"#993366\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"color:rgb(153,51,102)\"\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" color\u003d\"#993366\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"color:rgb(153,51,102)\"\&gt;The husband \ncalmly replied, "I wanted to show you what it feels like \nwhen\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"#993366\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"color:rgb(153,51,102)\"\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003ctt\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" color\u003d\"#993366\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"color:rgb(153,51,102)\"\&gt;I&amp;#39;m \ndriving."\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/tt\&gt;\u003cspan\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Arial\" color\u003d\"#993366\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt\"\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;\n",0]);//--&gt; &lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;you always forget to salt them. Use the salt.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 204); font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 204); font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;USE THE SALT! THE SALT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 204); font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;THE SALT!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;The wife stared at him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 204); font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 204); font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(51, 153, 102); font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;"What in the world is wrong with you? You think I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"&gt; &lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;don't know how to fry a couple of eggs?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;The husband calmly replied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 204); font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 204); font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;"I wanted to show you what it feels like when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;I'm driving."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7119284959922003979-8383190203164258805?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/8383190203164258805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=8383190203164258805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/8383190203164258805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/8383190203164258805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/01/fried-eggs.html' title='Fried Eggs..........'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-198342805042924648</id><published>2008-01-22T05:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T05:01:32.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Positive Attitude Development</title><content type='html'>&lt;h4&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;Is Attitude Development Important? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Whether we like it or not, our attitude towards life can have a significant impact on the quality of life. By learning how to listen to our inner selves, we can figure out how our inner thought process works and how it may have a bearing on the way we deal with stress in our daily lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A lot of people discover that their internal dialogue is largely negative. If you find yourself thinking such thoughts as &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;“&lt;em&gt;What if I fail?&lt;/em&gt;” or “&lt;em&gt;I could never accomplish that,”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;then you do not have a positive attitude. This can affect every single aspect of your existence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Whenever we encounter stress, certain hormones in our bodies are activated. When produced on occasion, these hormones are no big deal. But when one’s body is constantly producing such hormones, then serious damage can be done. Cardiovascular disease is one of the long term effects of the continual production of stress based hormones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The key to avoiding stress and the negative thoughts associated with it is to remember who we are deep down inside, outside of our momentary emotional lapses. For most individuals, the transition to a positive attitude consists of numerous small steps. Let us take a look at the ways that attaining a positive attitude towards life may be accomplished. We will start with one of the most basic fundamental human needs – sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;How does Sleep Impact Attitude? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sleep is the key to the maintenance and improvement of one’s energy levels. It also helps to maintain the body’s immune system, while vastly improving the emotional and mental clarity one needs in order to focus and maintain a positive attitude towards life. Whenever you feel good, you function a lot better – and one cannot feel good without getting a decent amount of sleep every night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If you have difficulty sleeping at night, you may want to try one or several of the following: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;- Try to decrease activities that require a lot of mental energy in the evenings.&lt;br /&gt;- Make plans for the following day.&lt;br /&gt;- Take a hot bath before you go to sleep each night.&lt;br /&gt;- Dim the lights and listen to soothing music.&lt;br /&gt;- Do not read or watch TV in bed.&lt;br /&gt;- Try sleeping in another part of the house if you have difficulties falling asleep in your bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;- Listen to soothing natural sounds on a high quality listening device. This might include waterfalls, streams, waves, the wind, etc. You can order such soundtracks over the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;- Turn off all the lights in your bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;- Consult your doctor or pharmacist on natural remedies for sleeping such as valerian, calcium, and melatonin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;How does One Develop a Healthy Attitude? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;There are many ways one might go about developing a positive attitude and thus greatly enhance his or her life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You should keep in mind that it is the simple things in life that provide us with the most pleasure and stimulation. If you feel like you are dealing with an overwhelming amount of stress, do things that you enjoy. Relax. Go to an art gallery. Re-connect with an old friend. Listen to your favorite song, or go to a movie. Only by treating ourselves to a fair amount of free time can we hope to maintain a positive attitude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Helping others also helps us maintain a positive attitude towards life. This can be as simple as carrying groceries for an elderly person, or as elaborate as calling your local volunteer center for insight in to community based programs that you can become a part of. Helping others enriches our lives, and thus improves our general attitude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ultimately, it is all about paying close attention both to yourself and the people around you. By treating yourself well, you can in turn use the energy that you save as “points” towards the pursuing of your ultimate goals in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;How can I Improve My Day? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;One of the main sources of our daily unhappiness is our inner critic. Our inner critic has been with us our entire lives. It is what makes us critical not only of ourselves, but of other people as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You should never allow your inner critic to overwhelm your thoughts. The most positive aspects of your thought will always come from a place of self love. Learn to accept your shortcomings as a human being, and you will position yourself on the road towards attaining a positive attitude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A good way of keeping one’s inner critic in check is to keep a journal that records all the negative thoughts you can remember from that day. Try to think of a “flipside” for each of those thoughts – effectively turning a negative in to a positive – and write that down next to each of the negative thoughts. &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/7119284959922003979-198342805042924648?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/198342805042924648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=198342805042924648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/198342805042924648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/198342805042924648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/01/positive-attitude-development.html' title='Positive Attitude Development'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-1695929447638356346</id><published>2008-01-22T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T05:00:45.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R5Xo4b9XIwI/AAAAAAAAB34/AJq_0A85iEY/s1600-h/coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R5Xo4b9XIwI/AAAAAAAAB34/AJq_0A85iEY/s400/coffee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158285004498215682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin: auto 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Bookman Old Style';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Introduction of Coffee&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Coffee is the most widespread drink in the world with approximately half-a-trillion cups consumed every year. There are two fundamental types of coffee: espresso and regular, or non-espresso. Espresso is the variety of coffee available in cafés and restaurants, whilst regular coffee is generally meant for the home.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin: auto 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Bookman Old Style';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;History of Coffee&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Discovery of coffee took place in Eastern Africa in a region that is presently known as &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ethiopia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. According to a popular legend, a goat herder called Kaldi, watched his goats behaving in a strangely frolicsome manner after ingesting berries from a bush. Inquisitive about this occurrence, Kaldi made an attempt to consume the berries himself. He realized that these berries provided him with a new vigor. The news of this fruit rich in energy rapidly unfolded all through the region.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Monks learning about this remarkable fruit desiccated the berries in order that they could be shifted to far-away monasteries. They soaked these berries in water, consumed the fruit, and gulped the liquid to make available stimulation for a more stimulating time for prayer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin: auto 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Bookman Old Style';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Coffee Basics&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Usually people never care about small things in life. But the fact remains that small things make our life better. The biggest problem for you might be that you picked up a fight with your partner but the reason behind it might be as small as not having a cup of coffee in the morning. We realize how important such small things are only when we face problems in their absence. Coffee is one such thing. Have you ever thought of how widespread the use of coffee is and who provides you with this one heck of a beverage? Well don’t worry, at coffeeclues.com you will find all the answers to your question at one go.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Did you ever know that 70% of coffee comes from the continent of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;? And that nearly 25 million earn their daily wages because of coffee plantation in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Brazil&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;? Commercially coffee is cultivated inside 1,000 miles of the equator. Coffee is produced in commercial amounts by more than 50 countries across the globe. Well these are world proven figures and benefits of having coffee plantation. Read more of such details in our introduction to coffee section. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;If you read about the history of Coffee section on coffeeclues.com you will realize how interesting a beverage’s evolution can be. Find out the interesting tale behind how a Shepherd discovered coffee in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ethiopia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; when his goats behaved in a weird manner after consuming certain berries. Learn how widely and in a strange route the popularity of coffee traveled in our History of Coffee section.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Find out the best way to make coffee and win the best results through our coffee tasting section. Learn about the important traits that you should be careful to produce in order to earn the best results. How acidity, aroma, body and flavor together give an unforgettable result that one would cherish life long. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin: auto 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Bookman Old Style';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;All You Need to Know About Your Instant Energizer - Coffee&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;If you want to jumpstart a day, there are many better ways you can do it - you can go and stand under a cold shower, have someone yell at you as if they were asking someone to send breakfast from the adjoining county and so on. But the best way is - to drink a cup of strong coffee. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;There are many people who sleep heavily through out the night and wake up groggy. Then there are other sets of people who sleep very badly, not even for a minimum of eight hours. Both these kinds need a coffee jolt in the morning just to get away from the feel of 'I need more sleep'. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Coffee is not just to clear the mental cobwebs, it also gives you a bright eye and courage to face another day. It has become more than an emergency standby. It turned into a beverage that has to be consumed many times to have a pleasant day. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Normally you will have coffee when you wake up, when you arrive to work, during the first break, in the evening… on and on it goes. Coffee has become an all the time necessity. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Then, don't you feel like knowing more about your daily booster - - history of coffee, types of coffee, how it affects your health, how it is processed…. Coffeeclues.com gives you everything you need to know and want to know about coffee. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Go through every page of coffeeclues.com to know something different about the instant energizer. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin: auto 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Bookman Old Style';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Coffee tasting&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Cupping is a technique coffee tasters employ to assess the distinctiveness of coffees. Cupping is a useful way to discover more about the characteristics of various coffees.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;For cupping, a few types of fresh whole bean coffee are required for comparison along with grinder if possible a burr grinder. A tea kettle for almost boiling water, tablespoon, and porcelain cups measuring 8 oz for each coffee, silver spoon together with a cup for sputtering out the coffee are required for the purpose of cupping. Aroma is a chief constituent of taste; hence cupping should be done in the absence of strong, perfume-like smells in the air.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin: auto 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Bookman Old Style';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Coffee Categories&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I wonder how many of us would realize while drinking coffee that after oil it is the largest traded commodity. And hence coffee trade is considered a global trade. Richness of soil contributes greatly to the growing of the best coffee beans. Learn how geographically divided the world is in terms of coffee growth from our section ‘How they are Divided Geographically’ on our coffeeclues.com website. Also learn about the three kinds of beans and their qualities. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;It is not just enough to know the beans; the style and the right kind of roasting have to be learnt. How in different stages one has to be careful about the intensity of the beans being roasted. The fact that roasting coffee beans is an art is undoubtful. Dissimilarly roasted beans taste differently. One can choose the way of roasting keeping in mind what kind of coffee one wants to drink.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Every country prefers a different taste of coffee. Researchers have done a great deal of research in this aspect. To further complicate the preparation techniques the taste preferences vary within the country itself. Coffee industry has to thrive on these research materials to know what exactly is a country’s preference so that the exported material could match the expectations of the buyer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;The latest that people usually prefer are the blends that taste entirely different from the different pure versions of coffee. The intention is to achieve a unique flavor that can be attained easily but still remains unique.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Even flavored beans are sometimes preferred by people to get a unique taste of coffee. If you do not prefer the bare taste of coffee you can have a fruit flavored or spice flavored coffee to settle your differences with coffee drinking fad. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;For those who are health conscious caffeine is the biggest factor because of which they avoid drinking coffee. But it is actually possible to get decaffeinated coffee, which would be completely healthy to drink. Know more about it in our “What is decaffeinated coffee’ section. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin: auto 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Coffee From Crop To Cup&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;The evolution of coffee from a crop to a cup is very fascinating. Growing and Coffee harvesting needs to be done in ideal situations. Not every soil responds well. In order to learn right conditions and the possibility of harvesting coffee check out our website ‘coffeeclues.com’. Even different techniques serve as important factors in coffee harvesting. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Processing plays an important role in separating the green beans from the cherries. There are two kinds of processing procedures: Natural and Washed. Natural technique includes the dry technique. Washed technique is famous for &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Arabia&lt;/st1:place&gt; coffees. Even in washed technique there are two different mechanisms that can be employed to process the coffee beans. If you want to go for a not-much-complicated technique natural processing is the best way to choose. And that is apparently the oldest method of processing coffee. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Though all this makes it appear that coffee making is a complicated method, once learnt it is not so difficult. The case is similar to roasting the coffee beans. Coffee roasting at home is neither tricky nor bothersome; and the only thing ludicrous is opting for less than the finest coffee achievable. The greatest motivation for home roasting is that it gives an opportunity to exercise total control over the degree of freshness of one’s coffee. Or else it can also be ones hobby. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Grinding and brewing is the last process through which the beans have to go through. If you get the basic things right it doesn’t matter if you add a little twisters to make the coffee taste better.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;TYPES OF COFFEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;TURKISH COFFEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Derived from the Arabica bean, Turkish coffee is a very fine, powder-like grind. An aromatic spice called cardamom is sometimes added to the coffee while it is being ground. One can also boil whole seeds with the coffee and let them float to the top when served.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;CAPPUCCINO COFFEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Cappuccino is a strong coffee with frothy cream, topped with a pinch of powdered chocolate. The pale brown color of the coffee is reminiscent of the robes worn by Capuchin monks.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;ESPRESSO COFFEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Espresso is a black strong coffee prepared in Italian way by forcing live steam through dark-roast coffee beans. Coffee is placed into an espresso machine designed just for this purpose and hot water is forced through the coffee at very high pressure - extracting all the flavor possible.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin: auto 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Bookman Old Style';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Coffee and health&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;The talk on decaffeinated section brings to the aspect of health attached to drinking coffee. Caffeine in coffee is know to increase blood pressure and increases heartbeat. But recent research establishes that this effect is actually milder than what it was thought to be. On the other hand there are several benefits of drinking Coffee. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;When consumed in sufficient quantity coffee drinking helps reduce the risk of developing colon cancer. Coffee, akin to wine, possesses antioxidants that aids in checking heart disease and specific types of cancers by eliminating oxygen radicals from the blood that damages cells. Benefits can be reaped only when coffee is consumed moderately. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;To be aware of the amount of caffeine in coffee check out our ‘caffeine content in coffee’ section. From the types of beans to the way the beans are crushed everything determines the amount of caffeine in one-cup coffee. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Though caffeine is responsible for the short-term effect of coffee, there is a complex blend of chemicals in coffee. Therefore the speed with which one gains energy by drinking coffee will fade equally fast. Coffee if had before bedtime may delay your sleeping routine. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Long-term effects of drinking coffee include a habit-forming tendency. If it is consumed limitlessly in a day and if it becomes a habit then there are chances of a quick heart attack It can also lead on to decrease in fertility rates in both- men and women.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;The best relief to all this is to avoid an overdose of caffeine. People find it difficult to stop consuming coffee with their morning cup, this generates trouble in long run. To understand what is the health y amount that you can consume check our coffee and health section. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin: auto 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Bookman Old Style';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;How to Reduce Caffeine Intake?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;A cup of coffee seemingly invigorates one’s senses but consumption of large amounts of caffeine which is present in coffee can adversely affect one’s health.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;This is due to the fact coffee merely invigorates the central nervous system, augments the stress hormones in the blood streams, consequently causing a person to feel unusually alert. As a result stimulated alert conditions have an inclination to suppress the body’s natural impulses and stop it from unwinding. This results in unwarranted strain and causes different types of ailments. Addiction to caffeine can take place while combating strain and dejection.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h4 style="margin: 12pt 0in 3pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Bookman Old Style';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Cyclic disorder&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;Daily caffeine ingestion causes a 24 hour cyclic disorder in one’s body. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;Although a cup of coffee in the morning helps in elevating one’s mood the majority of individuals are unable to stop at that. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;Nearly all those who go out for work acquire a desire for the subsequent cup and afterwards a heavy tiredness sets in by late afternoon. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Although continual cups may revitalize an individual at a specific point of time during the day, a complete collapse is predictable by evening.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Bad temper, exhaustion and depression together with an unpleasant feeling are the common indications of addiction to coffee. What is awful is that at long last when one makes an attempt to sleep away one’s depression at night, one simply cannot. That's not the concluding stage. The subsequent morning one gets up exhausted, craving for a hot cup to calm down one’s disposition.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;It is imperative that people who are addicted to caffeine should reduce their caffeine intake to avoid health complications that may arise due to an overuse of it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h4 style="margin: 12pt 0in 3pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Bookman Old Style';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Gradual reduction&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;When individuals realize that caffeine is the source of problem in one’s diet, they should diminish their caffeine reliance status. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;However it should be borne in mind that one should not take any hurried decisions of reducing all such ingestion. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;In case of sudden eradication of all caffeine products from one’s diet, the withdrawal symptoms maybe excessively difficult to manage. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Consequently, one may undergo a number of the following withdrawal symptoms for example headaches, bad temper, increase of premenstrual symptoms, exhaustion, widespread muscular stress, queasiness, short of appetite, constipation, short of concentration and absentmindedness.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Hence it is vital to ensure that one should decrease one’s normal caffeine ingestion slowly. To begin with one should try to diminish one’s ingestion by half. One should keep away from the other half by substituting it with a cup of mild organic green tea or herbal tea. For instance if an individual is accustomed to four cups of coffee every day, he should begin ingesting two cups of coffee and two cups of mild green tea. Slowly one should substitute the mild tea with soup or plain hot water blended with honey and lime. Subsequently one can substitute the remaining two cups of coffee with mild tea and stick to the identical pattern.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-1695929447638356346?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/1695929447638356346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=1695929447638356346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/1695929447638356346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/1695929447638356346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/01/coffee.html' title='coffee'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R5Xo4b9XIwI/AAAAAAAAB34/AJq_0A85iEY/s72-c/coffee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-6762447870824263489</id><published>2008-01-22T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T04:59:14.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Tips For Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R5XoEb9XIvI/AAAAAAAAB3w/-rXYmBLuzOQ/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R5XoEb9XIvI/AAAAAAAAB3w/-rXYmBLuzOQ/s400/love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158284111145018098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The LOVE &amp;amp; RELATIONSHIPS area is located Southwest corner of your home and/or business. In the individual rooms it is located in the rear right section of the Bagua. This is the area where love reigns. This is area to attract new love or improve present love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Enhancing Colors:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reds,&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Pinks,&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;White&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enhancing Tips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you are married or in a relationship hang pictures of you &amp;amp; your mate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Place a pair of objects together, like 2 mandarin ducks or 2 cranes that mate for life, that will represent successful partnering in the far right rear corner of the bedroom or the Southwest corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mandarin ducks are famous symbols of lovers and potent symbol of marital bliss. It creates chi that helps lovers tie the knot. Placing a pair of ducks in the Southwest corner home; or in the far right corner of your living room or your bedroom will activate love and marriage chi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Symbols of love and marriage. In Feng Shui a pink quartz crystal is very powerful. You can get them in heart shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remove or cover any mirrors in the bedroom. A mirror facing the bed from any side (ceiling, wall, closet door, dressing table) reflects the couple on the bed. This could create a failure in the relationship or marriage due to a third party interference or infidelities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Televisions are just as negative as mirrors. So remove them from the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Place the bed where it is not in a direct line with the door. Especially do not have your feet towards the door. They take the dead from their bedroom feet first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do not place the bed under a window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your bed should be accessible from three sides, if you want to attract or keep a partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sleep with your head towards one of your Auspicious Directions, preferably your Sheng Chi directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Treat yourself to fresh flowers and replace often. However, do not put them in the Southwest corner nor the right rear corner of any room. Fresh flowers clashes with the element of romance, which is Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take any abstract, sad, dark or scary artwork from bedroom. We want to create a safe, peaceful and almost fantasy like setting. Bedrooms are for sleeping and making love. Art objects like swords, guns, abstract, sad or dark can encourage very negative like dreaming and fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Buy yourself a gift that will symbolizes a new relationship. Place it in a prominent place in your home and every time you pass it, see yourself meeting your perfect mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hang a painting of Peonies in the living room on the South wall for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you are single then outside your bedroom door put two silk Peonies towards the South or left side of the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remove any objects in the bedroom that remind you of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remove any pictures your family or children from the master bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remove any and all items from under the bed, it can cause detrimental disagreements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Place 2 red candles in the Southwest corner of your space or the far right corner of your bedroom. Light them nightly for a few minutes to ignite the spark of romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Use beads or fabric as an alternative to doors. They enhance our visual senses as well as our sense of touch and give us a feeling of romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hanging crystals (preferable pink and heart-shaped) in a sunny window catches the sunlight and creates attractive rainbow patterns, which bring good yang energy (love energy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adding a wind chime in the sunny window can also increase the beneficial effects of good yang energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plant 2 of something, such as 2 fruit trees in the right hand corner of your back yard, symbolizing your fruitful relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If planting 2 fruit bearing trees is not possible, you can place a table with 2 chairs. You and your mate can enjoy romantic dinners by candlelight or moonlight. Fresh flowers on the table would be good also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Include the romance colors in your bedroom, shades of red, pink and white. It is best not to use a red bedspread as red can ignite anger as well as passion. A little red goes a long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Place 2 red hearts in one of your relationship areas. This will enhance your present relationship or if you are single, help you to find a new and one exciting one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you are single, make two wish lists. One of what qualities for your ideal mate and the other what qualities for your ideal relationship. They are two separate things. Be very very specific. If you want someone who is gentle, what does that mean to you. Make sure you do not use negative statements. Example, I don't what a mate who cheats. Rather say, I want a mate who is monogamous. Spend at least 10 minutes daily with the lists. Get your senses involved...smell, touch, taste, hearing, seeing and feeling. Make copies of the list and place it where you will see it often. Each time you pass your list, see yourself meeting your ideal mate. Before you know it your mate is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If your bathtub is in the far right rear corner of your bathroom, use items that are waterproof to represent you and your mate. You can use 2 pink rose quartz crystals, the shampoo and conditioner or 2 rubber duckies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Relocate any exercise equipment if it's in you're bedroom. It could feel like you have to constantly work at having a good relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To represent relationships in your kitchen, use items like 2 red canisters, a vase on the table with 2 red or pink flowers in it, salt and pepper shakers or 2 flowering plants in red or pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you are single, you could set your table for 2. Maybe even light 2 candles. See your mate sitting across the table from you as you enjoy your meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DOUBLE HAPPINESS SYMBOL - This symbol is auspicious when it comes to activating marriage luck. If you are already married it enhances your married life and brings wonderful and eternal love in your relationship. If you are single you may want to try this out. Paint this symbol in red on a rock or boulder and place it in the Southwest corner of your home. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-6762447870824263489?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/6762447870824263489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=6762447870824263489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/6762447870824263489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/6762447870824263489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/01/some-tips-for-marriage.html' title='Some Tips For Marriage'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R5XoEb9XIvI/AAAAAAAAB3w/-rXYmBLuzOQ/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-1930864622784531052</id><published>2008-01-22T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T04:55:45.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Think About It.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Please Think About It. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.        The Most Damaging 1 Letter Word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"I"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;:-Avoid It.&lt;br /&gt;2.        The Most Satisfying 2 Letter Word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"WE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;:-Use It.&lt;br /&gt;3.        The Most Poisonous 3 Letter Word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"EGO"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;:-Kill It.&lt;br /&gt;4.        The Most Used 4 Letter Word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"LOVE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;:-Value It.&lt;br /&gt;5.        The Most Pleasing 5 Letter Word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"SMILE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;:-Keep It.&lt;br /&gt;6.        The Fastest Spreading 6 Letter Word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"RUMOUR"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;:-Ignore It.&lt;br /&gt;7.        The Most Enviable 7 Letter Word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"SUCCESS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;:-Achieve It.&lt;br /&gt;8.        The Most Evil 8 Letter Word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"JEALOUSY"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;:-Distance It.&lt;br /&gt;9.        The Most Powerful 9 Letter Word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"KNOWLEDGE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;:-Acquire It.&lt;br /&gt;10.        The Most Essential 10 Letter Word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"CONFIDENCE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;:-Trust I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-1930864622784531052?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/1930864622784531052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=1930864622784531052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/1930864622784531052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/1930864622784531052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/01/please-think-about-it.html' title='Please Think About It.'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-8187884645994389326</id><published>2008-01-22T04:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T04:54:38.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea Star Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R5XnT79XItI/AAAAAAAAB3g/4SbnBFTXUik/s1600-h/sea-Starfish_bw.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R5XnT79XItI/AAAAAAAAB3g/4SbnBFTXUik/s400/sea-Starfish_bw.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158283277921362642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R5XnZ79XIuI/AAAAAAAAB3o/8IBU9Tnspno/s1600-h/sea-star-sunflower2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R5XnZ79XIuI/AAAAAAAAB3o/8IBU9Tnspno/s400/sea-star-sunflower2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158283381000577762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R5Xm4r9XIqI/AAAAAAAAB3I/grEGOayvfSY/s1600-h/sea2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R5Xm4r9XIqI/AAAAAAAAB3I/grEGOayvfSY/s400/sea2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158282809769927330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R5Xm4r9XIoI/AAAAAAAAB24/oMXlzHcS-TQ/s1600-h/sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 243px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R5Xm4r9XIoI/AAAAAAAAB24/oMXlzHcS-TQ/s400/sea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158282809769927298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R5Xm4r9XIpI/AAAAAAAAB3A/rNa33p53ElQ/s1600-h/sea1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 266px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R5Xm4r9XIpI/AAAAAAAAB3A/rNa33p53ElQ/s400/sea1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158282809769927314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R5Xm479XIsI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/IMCOOCv7F0s/s1600-h/sear-star-bat2-200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R5Xm479XIsI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/IMCOOCv7F0s/s400/sear-star-bat2-200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158282814064894658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R5Xm4r9XIrI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/hZNA1cmNLp8/s1600-h/sea-ReticulatedStarfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R5Xm4r9XIrI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/hZNA1cmNLp8/s400/sea-ReticulatedStarfish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158282809769927346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've ever had the pleasure to go tide pooling then you already know that Starfish are the most popular creatures there -- especially among the younger crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[photo: pink star] Tide pool excursions are a wonderful experience: the sound of surf accompanied by the refreshing sea breeze are reason enough to go. But the diversity of creatures living between sea and sand are the real treat on these trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the shoreline, a certain camaraderie pervades the atmosphere. Strangers approach one another to share information about interesting finds; families with younger children ask: "Have you seen any starfish?" [like the Pink Star (Pisaster brevenspinus) to your right]; students follow teachers who are thoroughly enchanted by the tide pool ecosystem; and perfect strangers who may never meet again form close friendships while wandering in search of another unusual living creature in the small pools formed by the receding tide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[photo: leather star] Starfish may well be the most unusual well-known creature. They have no front or back: they can move in any direction without turning. Rather than using muscles to move their hundreds of tiny legs, starfish use a complex hydraulic system to move around or cling to rocks. The intake valve for this system is generally located on the top of the Starfish, just off center, as can be seen clearly on the Leather Star (Dermasterias imbricata) to the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've ever tried to pry a Starfish off a rock, you know how effective its hydraulic system really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[photo: knobby star] Of course, starfish don't have to make themselves symmetrical. They can rearrange their arms any way they please in order to wedge themselves into a small nook in the rocks -- as you can see in this almost human-looking Knobby Star (Pisaster giganteus) to the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starfish are usually fairly sluggish, have five or six arms and get pretty stiff when you try to pick them up. The Sunflower Star (Pycnopodia helianthoides, below) breaks all of these stereotypes. It typically has around 20 arms, moves -- practically flows -- quite gracefully across the surface, and is soft (mushy?) to the touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[photo: sunflower star] [photo: bat star]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for the record, the Starfish at the top of the page are: Ochre Star (Pisaster ochraceous), Bat Star (Patiria miniata), and Six-rayed Star (Leptasterias hexactis) respectively, from left to right. The mottled Starfish above right is also a Bat Star.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-8187884645994389326?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/8187884645994389326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=8187884645994389326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/8187884645994389326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/8187884645994389326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/01/sea-star-fish.html' title='Sea Star Fish'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R5XnT79XItI/AAAAAAAAB3g/4SbnBFTXUik/s72-c/sea-Starfish_bw.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-4364915991253879401</id><published>2008-01-22T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T04:46:22.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RED FORT-LAL QUILA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R5Xlir9XInI/AAAAAAAAB2w/-rHh3lVE9ZI/s1600-h/Red+Fort.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R5Xlir9XInI/AAAAAAAAB2w/-rHh3lVE9ZI/s400/Red+Fort.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158281332301177458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New, Courier, mono;"&gt;The largest of old Delhi's monuments is the Lal Quila, or the Red Fort, the thick red sandstone walls of which, bulging with turrets and bastions, have withstood the vagaries of time, and nature. The Lal Quila rises above a wide dry moat, in the northeast corner of the original city of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Shahjahanabad&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. Its walls extend up to two kilometers, and vary in height from 18 meters on the river side to 33 meters on the city side. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New, Courier, mono;"&gt;Mughal Emperor Shahjahan started the construction of the massive fort in 1638, and work was completed in 1648. The fort sports all the obvious trappings, befitting a vital centre of Mughal government: halls of public and private audience, domed and arched marble palaces, plush private apartments, a mosque, and elaborately designed gardens. Even today, the fort remains an impressive testimony to Mughal grandeur, despite being attacked by the Persian Emperor Nadir Shah in 1739, and by the British soldiers, during the war of independence in 1857. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New, Courier, mono;"&gt;Entrance to the fort is through the imposing &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Lahore&lt;/st1:city&gt; Gate, which as its name suggests faces &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Lahore&lt;/st1:city&gt;, now in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. This gate has a special significance for &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, since the first war of independence, and has been the venue of many an important speech, delivered by freedom fighters and national leaders of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New, Courier, mono;"&gt;The main entrance opens on to the Chatta Chowk, a covered street flanked with arched cells, that used to house &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Delhi&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;'s most skilful jewelers, carpet makers, weavers and goldsmiths. This arcade was also known as the Meena Bazaar, the shopping centre for the ladies of the court. Just beyond the Chatta Chowk, is the heart of the fort called Naubat Khana, or the Drum House. Musicians used to play for the emperor from the Naubat Khana, and the arrival of princes and royalty was heralded from here. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New, Courier, mono;"&gt;The Fort also houses the Diwan-i-Am or the Hall of Public Audiences, where the Emperor would sit and hear complaints of the common folk. His alcove in the wall was marble-paneled, and was set with precious stones, many of which were looted, after the Mutiny of 1857. The Diwan-i-Khas is the hall of private audiences, where the Emperor held private meetings. This hall is made of marble, and its centre-piece used to be the Peacock Throne, which was carried away to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Iran&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; by Nadir Shah in 1739. Today, the Diwan-i-Khas is only a pale shadow of its original glory, yet the famous Persian couplet inscribed on its wall reminds us of its former magnificence: "If on earth be an &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Eden&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; on bliss, it is this, it is this, none but this." &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New, Courier, mono;"&gt;The other attractions enclosed within this monument are the hammams or the Royal Baths, the Shahi Burj, which used to be Shahjahan's private working area, and the Moti Masjid or the Pearl Mosque, built by Aurangzeb for his personal use. The Rang Mahal or the '&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Palace&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Colors&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;' housed the Emperor's wives and mistresses. This palace was crowned with gilded turrets, delicately painted and decorated with an intricate mosaics of mirrors, and a ceiling overlaid with gold and silver, that was wonderfully reflected in a central pool in the marble floor. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New, Courier, mono;"&gt;Even today, the Lal Quila is an eloquent reminder of the glory of the Mughal era, and its magnificence simply leaves one awestruck. It is still a calm haven of peace, which helps one to break away, from the frantic pace of life outside the walls of the Fort, and transports the visitor to another realm of existence.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New, Courier, mono;"&gt;The Red Fort of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Agra&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; is perhaps one of the most magnificent specimens of Mughal architecture which portrays their creative and artistic genius to the fullest. It took several decades to build this extraordinary monument. The credit for this work cannot be attributed to one person alone. Three emperors, Akbar, Jehangir and Shahjehan partook in the construction at different periods of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first person to start a construction in the area was Sultan Sikander Lodi who named the fort “Badalgarh”. It was Akbar who tore it down and built in its place the high red sandstone ramparts, which give the fort its name. Legend says that Akbar built more than 500 buildings, palaces and pavilions overlooking the banks of the river Yamuna within the precincts of The Red Fort. These were mostly all torn down by his grandson, Shahjehan and only the “Jehangiri Mahal” still stands. The white marble palaces and courts that one sees today are mostly the work of Shahjehan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahjehan completed the Red Fort, which is known as “Lal Qila” in Hindi, in 1648. The walls surrounding the fort extend for more than two kilometers and vary in height between 18 meters and 33 meters. Shahjehan built this fort because he wanted to shift his capital from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Agra&lt;/st1:city&gt; to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Delhi&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. But, before he could do this, he was captured and imprisoned by his son Aurangzeb in the fort itself, where he stayed until he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Red Fort is to be entered by the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Delhi&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; Gate to the west, which pierces the outer wall. After this, one goes through the “Hathi Pol” or Elephant Gate, which is a tiled and ornamented entrance that pierces the inner wall. Once inside, one sees the “Diwan-e-am” and the “Diwan-e-khas” which are pavilions where the king gave audience to the common people and the elite respectively. The “Rang Mahal” is a water-cooled apartment for the royal ladies and in the basement of the fort there is a market where one can buy traditional Indian goods at very competitive rates. The “Khas Mahal” and “Sheesh Mahal” are exquisitely ornamented halls, which portray the brilliance and splendor of Mughal royalty. There is also another entrance to the Red Fort, which is the “Lahori Gate”. This entrance leads to the well-known “Chandni Market”. In the evenings there is a special light and sound show organized for tourists which is a must see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-4364915991253879401?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/4364915991253879401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=4364915991253879401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/4364915991253879401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/4364915991253879401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/01/red-fort-lal-quila.html' title='RED FORT-LAL QUILA.'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R5Xlir9XInI/AAAAAAAAB2w/-rHh3lVE9ZI/s72-c/Red+Fort.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-1487489180908397057</id><published>2008-01-22T04:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T04:44:54.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photograph taken from Liverpool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R5XlI79XImI/AAAAAAAAB2o/f9GlpwjfA-c/s1600-h/milky_bar_kid_2_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R5XlI79XImI/AAAAAAAAB2o/f9GlpwjfA-c/s400/milky_bar_kid_2_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158280889919545954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Photograph taken from Liverpool at home 1972/3 season, do you  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;recognise anyone?...Is the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Milky Bar Kid&lt;/span&gt; guilty of forcing  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;admission charges up at Stamford Bridge?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-1487489180908397057?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/1487489180908397057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=1487489180908397057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/1487489180908397057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/1487489180908397057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/01/photograph-taken-from-liverpool.html' title='Photograph taken from Liverpool'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R5XlI79XImI/AAAAAAAAB2o/f9GlpwjfA-c/s72-c/milky_bar_kid_2_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-6439739359435102352</id><published>2008-01-22T04:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T04:42:33.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do we do aarati?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:6;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do we do aarati?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Towards the end of every ritualistic worship (pooja or bhajan) of the Lord or to welcome an honored guest or saint, we perform the aarati. This is always&lt;br /&gt;accompanied by the ringing of the bell and sometimes by singing, playing of musical instruments and clapping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is one of the sixteen steps (shodasha upachaara) of the pooja ritual. It is referred to as the lighted lamp in the right hand, which we wave in a clockwise circling movement to light the entire form of the Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Each part is revealed individually and also the entire form of the Lord. As the light is waved we either do mental or loud chanting of prayers or simply behold the beautiful form of the Lord, illumined by the lamp. At the end of the aarati we place our hands over the flame and then gently touch our eyes and the top of the head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We have seen and participated in this ritual from our childhood. Let us find out why we do the aarati? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Having worshipped the Lord of love - performing abhisheka, decorating the image and offering fruits and delicacies, we see the beauty of the Lord in all His glory. Our minds are focused on each limb of the Lord as the lamp lights it up. It is akin to silent open-eyed meditation on His beauty. The singing, clapping, ringing of the bell etc. denote the joy and auspiciousness, which accompanies the vision of the Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aarati is often performed with camphor. This holds a telling spiritual significance. Camphor when lit, burns itself out completely without leaving a trace of it. It represents our inherent tendencies (vaasanas). When lit by the fire of knowledge which illumines the Lord (Truth), our vaasanas thereafter burn themselves out completely, not leaving a trace of ego which creates in us a sense of individuality that keeps us separate from the Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Also while camphor burns to reveal the glory of Lord, it emits a pleasant perfume even while it sacrifices itself. In our spiritual progress, even as we serve the guru and society, we should willingly sacrifice ourselves and all we have, to spread the "perfume" of love to all. We often wait a long while to see the illumined Lord but when the aarati is actually performed, our eyes close automatically as if to look within. This is to signify that each of us is a temple of the Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just as the priest reveals the form of the Lord clearly with the aarati flame, so too the guru reveals to us the divinity within each of us with the help of the "flame" of knowledge (or the light of spiritual knowledge). At the end of the aarati, we place our hands over the flame and then touch our eyes and the top of the head. It means - may the light that illuminated the Lord light up my vision; may my vision be divine and my thoughts noble and beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The philosophical meaning of aarati extends further. The sun, moon, stars, lightning and fire are the natural sources of light. The Lord is the source of this wonderous phenomenon of the universe. It is due to Him alone that all else exist and shine. As we light up the Lord with the flame of the aarati, we turn our attention to the very source of all light, which symbolizes knowledge and life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Also the sun is the presiding deity of the intellect, the moon, that of the mind, and fire, that of speech. The Lord is the supreme consciousness that illuminates all of them. Without Him, the intellect cannot think, nor can the mind feel nor the tongue speaks. The Lord is beyond the mind, intellect and speech. How can this finite equipment illuminate the Lord? Therefore, as we perform the aarati we chant; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na tatra suryo bhaati na chandra taarakam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nemaa vidyuto bhaanti kutoyamagnib &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tameva bhaantam anubhaati sarvam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tasya bhasa sarvam idam vibhaati &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He is there where the sun does not shine,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nor the moon, stars and lightning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then what to talk of this small flame (in my hand),  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything (in the universe) shines only after the Lord,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And by His light alone are we all illumined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="f12"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-6439739359435102352?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/6439739359435102352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=6439739359435102352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/6439739359435102352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/6439739359435102352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-do-we-do-aarati.html' title='Why do we do aarati?'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-3776177635567146579</id><published>2008-01-22T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T04:36:50.062-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lamborghini'/><title type='text'>Lamborghini Accessories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R5XjU79XIjI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/EdgDhJPSm3c/s1600-h/lamborgini2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4Y1eL9XIMI/AAAAAAAAByw/2gHzFdJZeMI/s400/Tata%27s+1+Lakh+Car+Nano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153865616294617282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4Y1eb9XINI/AAAAAAAABy4/r_l9CnyLelg/s1600-h/Tata%27s+1+Lakh+Car+Nano1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4Y1eb9XINI/AAAAAAAABy4/r_l9CnyLelg/s400/Tata%27s+1+Lakh+Car+Nano1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153865620589584594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="f12a"&gt;&lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;he Tata Rs 1-lakh car is here! And it's called the Nano! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12a"&gt;Tata Group chairman Ratan Tata on Thursday unveiled the Tata Nano at the 9th Auto Expo in New Delhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12a"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Details of the Nano:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12a"&gt;Ratan Tata, while unveiling the Nano, said: "The car will meet all current safety norms and all emission criteria. The pollution it will cause will be lower than 2-wheelers." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12a"&gt;The car, he said, is smaller than a Maruti 800, but has 21 per cent more volume or space inside than the 800. He said that the dealer price of the car will be Rs 1 lakh, plus value-added tax (VAT) plus transport charges. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12a"&gt;The car's dashboard features just a speedometer, fuel gauge, and oil light. The car does not have reclining seats or radio. The shock absorbers are basic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12a"&gt;It will sport a 30-litre fuel tank and 4-speed manual gearshift. One of Nano's three versions will come with air conditioning, but will have no power steering. It will have front disk and rear drum brakes. The company claims mileage of 23 km per litre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f12a"&gt;The Nano, designed with a family in mind, has a roomy passenger compartment with generous leg space and head room. It can comfortably seat four persons. Four doors with high seating position make ingress and egress easy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="f12a"&gt;Yet with a length of 3.1 metres, width of 1.5 metres and height of 1.6 metres, with adequate ground clearance, it can effortlessly manoeuvre on busy roads in cities as well as in rural areas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-8986836330507107740?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/8986836330507107740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=8986836330507107740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/8986836330507107740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/8986836330507107740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/01/nano-tatas-rs-1-lakh-car-on-show.html' title='Nano Tata&apos;s Rs 1 Lakh Car On The Show'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4Y1eL9XIMI/AAAAAAAAByw/2gHzFdJZeMI/s72-c/Tata%27s+1+Lakh+Car+Nano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-1536550008704695869</id><published>2008-01-10T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T06:50:18.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Determination and Persistence .....(triumph of one man's indomitable spirit)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4Ywfr9XILI/AAAAAAAAByo/30ayZ11X8TE/s1600-h/Brooklyn+Bridge+New+York.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4Ywfr9XILI/AAAAAAAAByo/30ayZ11X8TE/s400/Brooklyn+Bridge+New+York.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153860144506282162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Determination and Persistence .....(triumph of one man's indomitable spirit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1883, a creative engineer named John Roebling was inspired by an&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idea to build a spectacular bridge connecting New York with the Long Island.  However bridge building experts throughout the world thought that this  was an impossible feat and told Roebling to forget the idea. It just could  not be done. It was not practical. It had never been done before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roebling could not ignore the vision he had in his mind of this bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought about it all the time and he knew deep in his heart that it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could be done. He just had to share the dream with someone else. After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much discussion and persuasion he managed to convince his son Washington, an up and coming engineer, that the bridge in fact could be built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working together for the first time, the father and son developed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concepts of how it could be accomplished and how the obstacles could be Over come. With great excitement and inspiration, and the headiness of a wild challenge before them, they hired their crew and began to build their dream bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The project started well, but when it was only a few months underway a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragic accident on the site took the life of John Roebling. Washington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was injured and left with a certain amount of brain damage, which resulted in him not being able to walk or talk or even move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "We told them so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Crazy men and their crazy dreams."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "It`s foolish to chase wild visions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had a negative comment to make and felt that the project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be scrapped since the Roeblings were the only ones who knew how the bridge  could be built. In spite of his handicap Washington was never discouraged and still had a burning desire to complete the bridge and his mind was still as sharp as ever.  He tried to inspire and pass on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his enthusiasm to some of his friends, but they were too daunted by the task. As he lay on his bed in his hospital room, with the sunlight streaming through the windows, a gentle breeze blew the flimsy white curtains apart and he was able to see the sky and the tops of the trees outside for just a moment. It seemed that there was a message for him not to give up. Suddenly an Idea hit him. All he could do was move one finger and he decided to make the  best use of it. By moving this, he slowly developed a  code of communication with his wife. He touched his wife's arm with that finger, indicating to her that he wanted her to call the engineers again. Then he used the same method of tapping her arm to tell the engineers what to do. It seemed foolish but the project was under way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 13 years Washington tapped out his instructions with his finger on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife's arm, until the bridge was finally completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the spectacular Brooklyn Bridge stands in all its glory as a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tribute  to the triumph of one man's indomitable spirit and his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;determination not to be defeated by circumstances. It is also a tribute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the engineers and their team work, and to their faith in a man who was considered mad by half the world. It stands too as a tangible monument to the love and devotion of his wife who for 13 long years patiently decoded the messages of her husband and told the  engineers what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this is one of the best examples of a never-say-die attitude that Over comes a terrible physical handicap and achieves an    impossible goal.Often when we face obstacles in our day-to-day life, our hurdles seem Very small in comparison to what many others have to face. The Brooklyn Bridge shows us that dreams that seem impossible can be realized with Determination and persistence, no matter what the odds are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-1536550008704695869?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/1536550008704695869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=1536550008704695869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/1536550008704695869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/1536550008704695869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/01/determination-and-persistence-triumph.html' title='Determination and Persistence .....(triumph of one man&apos;s indomitable spirit)'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4Ywfr9XILI/AAAAAAAAByo/30ayZ11X8TE/s72-c/Brooklyn+Bridge+New+York.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-3235946956396216877</id><published>2008-01-10T06:46:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T06:47:34.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORDS WOMEN USE !!!</title><content type='html'>enjiyed reading - just sharing with you all !!!!! - shailesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINE   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the word women use to end an argument when they feel they are right and you need to shut up. Never use "fine" to describe how a woman looks - this will cause you to have one of those arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE MINUTES  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is half an hour. It is equivalent to the five minutes that your football game is going to last before you take out the trash, so it's an even trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means "something," and you should be on your toes. "Nothing" is usually used to describe the feeling a woman has of wanting to turn you inside out, upside down, and backwards. "Nothing" usually signifies an argument that will last "Five Minutes" and end with "Fine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO AHEAD (With Raised Eyebrows! ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a dare. One that will result in a woman getting upset over "Nothing" and will end with the word "Fine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO AHEAD (Normal Eyebrows)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means "I give up" or "do what you want because I don't care" You will get a "Raised Eyebrow Go Ahead" in just a few minutes, followed by "Nothing" and "Fine" and she will talk to you in about "Five Minutes" when she cools off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOUD SIGH  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A "Loud Sigh" means she thinks you are an idiot at that moment, and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you over "Nothing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOFT SIGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, not a word, but a non-verbal statement. "Soft Sighs" mean that she is content. Your best bet is to not move or breathe, and she will stay content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S OKAY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the most dangerous statements that a woman can make to a man. "That's Okay" means that she wants to think long and hard before paying you back for whatever it is that you have done. "That's Okay" is often used with the word "Fine" and in conjunction with a "Raised Eyebrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO AHEAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point in the near future, you are going to be in some mighty big trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE DO   &lt;br /&gt;This is not a statement, it is an offer. A woman is giving you the chance to come up with whatever excuse or reason you have for doing whatever it is that you have done. You have a fair chance with the truth, so be careful and you shouldn't get a "That's Okay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman is thanking you. Do not! faint. Just say you're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS A LOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is much different from "Thanks." A woman will say, "Thanks A Lot" when she is really ticked off at you. It signifies that you have offended her in some callous way, and will be followed by the "Loud Sigh." Be careful not to ask what is wrong after the "Loud Sigh," as she will only tell you "Nothing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-3235946956396216877?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/3235946956396216877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=3235946956396216877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/3235946956396216877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/3235946956396216877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/01/words-women-use.html' title='WORDS WOMEN USE !!!'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-545137902700963370</id><published>2008-01-10T06:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T06:46:29.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling In Love</title><content type='html'>FALLING IN LOVE !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 signs of falling in love :  take the test and let me know !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SEVENTEEN:&lt;br /&gt; U LOOK AT THEIR PROFILE/PICTURE CONSTANTLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SIXTEEN:&lt;br /&gt; WHEN YOUR ON THE PHONE WITH THEM LATE AT NIGHT AND THEY HANG UP, YOU STILL MISS THEM EVEN WHEN IT WAS JUST TWO MINUTES AGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; FIFTEEN:&lt;br /&gt; YOU READ THEIR TEXTS or IMS OVER AND OVER AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; FOURTEEN:&lt;br /&gt; YOU WALK REALLY SLOW WHEN YOU'RE WITH THEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; THIRTEEN:&lt;br /&gt; YOU FEEL SHY WHENEVER YOU'RE/THEY'RE AROUND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ELEVEN:&lt;br /&gt; WHEN YOU THINK ABOUT THEM, YOUR HEART BEATS FASTER AND SLOWER AT THE  SAME TIME   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; TEN:&lt;br /&gt; YOU SMILE WHEN YOU HEAR THEIR VOICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NINE:&lt;br /&gt; WHEN YOU lOOK AT THEM, YOU CAN'T SEE THE OTHER PEOPLE AROUND YOU, All YOU SEE IS HIM//HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; EIGHT:&lt;br /&gt;YOU START LISTENING TO SLOW SONGS, WHILE THINKING OF THEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SEVEN:&lt;br /&gt; THEY'RE ALL YOU THINK ABOUT.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SIX:&lt;br /&gt; YOU GET HIGH JUST FROM THEIR SCENT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; FIVE:&lt;br /&gt; YOU REALlIZE THAT YOU'RE AlWAYS SMILING TO YOURSELF WHEN YOU THINK ABOUT THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; FOUR:&lt;br /&gt; YOU WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR THEM, OR ANYTHING TO SEE THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; THREE:&lt;br /&gt; WHILE READING THIS, THERE WAS ONE PERSON ON YOUR MIND THE WHOLE TIME...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; TWO:&lt;br /&gt; YOU WERE SO BUSY THINKING ABOUT THAT PERSON, YOU DIDN'T NOTICE NUMBER   TWELVE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ONE:&lt;br /&gt; YOU JUST SCROLLED UP TO CHECK &amp;amp; ARE NOW SILENTLY LAUGHING AT YOURSELF.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NOW MAKE A WiSH. YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO.......&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;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;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;br /&gt; ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; IF YOU DIDN'T NOTICE NUMBER 12, SHARE THIS AS: "17 signs of falling in   LOVE." *AND YOU WILL FIND YOUR TRUE LOVE !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-545137902700963370?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/545137902700963370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=545137902700963370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/545137902700963370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/545137902700963370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/01/falling-in-love.html' title='Falling In Love'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-3171902512629159149</id><published>2008-01-10T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T06:43:03.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultra Slim 1024 MB IPOD SHAPE 7 In 1 Video/Mp3/Mp4/Fm Radio Player</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4Yuo79XIKI/AAAAAAAAByg/heWA2NMEFoo/s1600-h/ipodelr8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4Yuo79XIKI/AAAAAAAAByg/heWA2NMEFoo/s400/ipodelr8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153858104396816546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 GB IPOD STYLE Ultra Slim 7 In 1 Video/Mp3/Mp4/Fm Radio Player&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take everything you love about Portable Player and shrink it. Now shrink it again. With 1Gb the pencil-thin Jano packs the entire Music experience into an impossibly small design. So small, it will take your music places you never dreamed of.&lt;br /&gt;Call it astonishing. Unbelievable. Impossible, even. Then pick it up and hold it in your hand. Take in the brilliant color display. Run your thumb around the Wheel buttons. Put on the ear buds and turn up your music. That's when everything becomes clear: It's an Jano....&lt;br /&gt;It holds up to three days' worth of music. . It carries your photos, pod casts and audio books. It syncs seamlessly with music. It connects to a host of accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheel shaped buuttonsputs music under your thumb. Click to fast-forward, rewind, play, pause or access menus. You can do it all without looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Features:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Mp3/Mp4 Player&lt;br /&gt;2.Fm Radio&lt;br /&gt;3.Movie Player&lt;br /&gt;4.Jpeg Viewer&lt;br /&gt;5.Ebook&lt;br /&gt;6.Voice Recorder&lt;br /&gt;7.Picture Browser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song Stylings&lt;br /&gt;Add accessories to your Portable player via the Usb connector and headphone jack and your music will always keep up with you - at home, on the go, even in your car. Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 3.5 x 1.6 x 0.27 inches and 1.5 ounces&lt;br /&gt;Bright 1.5-inch color LCD display&lt;br /&gt;Charges and syncs via USB&lt;br /&gt;Works Windows XP&lt;br /&gt;Plays music, Jpeg File and Ebook&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-3171902512629159149?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/3171902512629159149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=3171902512629159149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/3171902512629159149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/3171902512629159149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/01/ultra-slim-1024-mb-ipod-shape-7-in-1.html' title='Ultra Slim 1024 MB IPOD SHAPE 7 In 1 Video/Mp3/Mp4/Fm Radio Player'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4Yuo79XIKI/AAAAAAAAByg/heWA2NMEFoo/s72-c/ipodelr8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-373105050902585950</id><published>2008-01-10T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T06:39:09.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worlds Slimmest Digital Camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4YuBb9XIJI/AAAAAAAAByY/AHaAri6vCPw/s1600-h/card-cam-hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4YuBb9XIJI/AAAAAAAAByY/AHaAri6vCPw/s400/card-cam-hand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153857425791983762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Credit Card Digital Camera&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Introducing the world's thinnest digital camera. The Credit Card Camera really does fit in your wallet!As its name suggests, the Credit Card Camera is the same size as an everyday credit or debit card. Measuring just 8 x 5cm, less than half a centimetre thick, and weighing just 35 grams, you'll never find a more portable camera. But this isn't some novelty item that's all about the size. It's actually a genuinely high quality digital camera.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Despite its tiny size, the sleek silver Credit Card Camera manages to cram in a 64MB SDRAM memory. Store up to 26 images in high res mode, and 104 in low res mode. It also features its own built-in viewfinder! And a major feature of the Credit Card Camera is its revolutionary battery which re-charges while you download pictures to your PC - a brilliant time-saver.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The Credit Card Camera is easy to use, and also boasts an Auto Exposure and white balance adjuster, to give crisper detail in bright and dim areas of a picture. You'll be pleasantly surprised by the picture quality.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;You can take the Credit Card Camera anywhere. Why carry a heavy, bulky camera around with you on holiday, on excursions or day trips? This slips unnoticed you're your pocket, bag, or of course your wallet. It's the ultimate convenient camera.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;As you can see, the camera is too slim to fit a traditional battery, instead it contains a rechargeable lithium battery that is recharged when the camera is connected to your computer's USB port.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite its size, its not short on features:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Two resolutions of pictures - up to 640 x 480 VGA images&lt;br /&gt;   * Image compression mode for storing up to 209 images&lt;br /&gt;   * 10 Second self timer- for taking group pictures with you included&lt;br /&gt;   * Continuous shooting - takes 10 pictures per second!&lt;br /&gt;   * Built in rechargeable battery lasts up to one week&lt;br /&gt;   * Automatic exposure and white balance&lt;br /&gt;   * PC Web Camera mode for video conferencing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specifications:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * 64MB SDRAM memory&lt;br /&gt;   * VGA 640 x 480 resolution&lt;br /&gt;   * QVGA 320 x 240&lt;br /&gt;   * Hi res image capacity: 26&lt;br /&gt;   * Low res image capacity: 104&lt;br /&gt;   * Compression mode: 52 (hi), 209 (low)&lt;br /&gt;   * CMOS Sensor (300k pixels)&lt;br /&gt;   * USB Interface&lt;br /&gt;   * System Requirements:&lt;br /&gt;   * Windows 98/ME/2000/XP&lt;br /&gt;   * P200MHZ CPU or above&lt;br /&gt;   * 32MB or more available memory&lt;br /&gt;   * CD-ROM drive&lt;br /&gt;   * USB port&lt;br /&gt;   * Measures 8 x 5 x 0.4cm.&lt;br /&gt;   * Weight: 0.035kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-373105050902585950?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/373105050902585950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=373105050902585950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/373105050902585950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/373105050902585950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/01/worlds-slimmest-digital-camera.html' title='Worlds Slimmest Digital Camera'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4YuBb9XIJI/AAAAAAAAByY/AHaAri6vCPw/s72-c/card-cam-hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-4822786495634214073</id><published>2008-01-10T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T06:34:34.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>success principles Of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4YrPL9XIGI/AAAAAAAAByA/ob77toSzN3E/s1600-h/sucess-principles-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4YrPL9XIGI/AAAAAAAAByA/ob77toSzN3E/s400/sucess-principles-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153854363480301666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1.Pursue  Achieve Able Goals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4YrPb9XIHI/AAAAAAAAByI/qxozTJIUkiU/s1600-h/sucess-principles-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4YrPb9XIHI/AAAAAAAAByI/qxozTJIUkiU/s400/sucess-principles-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153854367775268978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2.Keep A Genuine Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4YrPb9XIII/AAAAAAAAByQ/4hy6EQxFAH8/s1600-h/sucess-principles-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4YrPb9XIII/AAAAAAAAByQ/4hy6EQxFAH8/s400/sucess-principles-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153854367775268994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Share With Others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4YrFL9XIBI/AAAAAAAABxY/BpTzHLNdAx4/s1600-h/sucess-principles-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4YrFL9XIBI/AAAAAAAABxY/BpTzHLNdAx4/s400/sucess-principles-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153854191681609746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;4. Help The Neighbors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4YrFb9XICI/AAAAAAAABxg/n0CclzM7DZU/s1600-h/sucess-principles-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4YrFb9XICI/AAAAAAAABxg/n0CclzM7DZU/s400/sucess-principles-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153854195976577058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Maintain A Youthful Spirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4YrFb9XIDI/AAAAAAAABxo/hj2iQJRdmiE/s1600-h/sucess-principles-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4YrFb9XIDI/AAAAAAAABxo/hj2iQJRdmiE/s400/sucess-principles-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153854195976577074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Get Along With The Rich,The Poor,The Beautiful,&amp;amp; The Ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4YrFr9XIEI/AAAAAAAABxw/aundIVy09eQ/s1600-h/sucess-principles-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4YrFr9XIEI/AAAAAAAABxw/aundIVy09eQ/s400/sucess-principles-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153854200271544386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Keep Cool Under Pressure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4YrFr9XIFI/AAAAAAAABx4/MxIdpp0ZG3U/s1600-h/sucess-principles-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4YrFr9XIFI/AAAAAAAABx4/MxIdpp0ZG3U/s400/sucess-principles-8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153854200271544402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.Lighten the Atmoshphere with humor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4YqlL9XH8I/AAAAAAAABww/-A4l_ceC35A/s1600-h/sucess-principles-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4YqlL9XH8I/AAAAAAAABww/-A4l_ceC35A/s400/sucess-principles-9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153853641925795778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Forgive The Annoyance Of Others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4YqlL9XH9I/AAAAAAAABw4/zNoofkFb3dY/s1600-h/sucess-principles-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4YqlL9XH9I/AAAAAAAABw4/zNoofkFb3dY/s400/sucess-principles-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153853641925795794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;10. Have A Nice Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4Yqlb9XH-I/AAAAAAAABxA/TZfLwCHq0iM/s1600-h/sucess-principles-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4Yqlb9XH-I/AAAAAAAABxA/TZfLwCHq0iM/s400/sucess-principles-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153853646220763106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Cooperate And Reap Greater Rewards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4Yqlr9XH_I/AAAAAAAABxI/22XHUOplTsg/s1600-h/sucess-principles-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4Yqlr9XH_I/AAAAAAAABxI/22XHUOplTsg/s400/sucess-principles-12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153853650515730418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;12.Treasure every moment with your loved Ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4Yqlr9XIAI/AAAAAAAABxQ/DRlSYrHTmkg/s1600-h/sucess-principles-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4Yqlr9XIAI/AAAAAAAABxQ/DRlSYrHTmkg/s400/sucess-principles-13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153853650515730434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;13. have High Confidence In Yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4YqVb9XH3I/AAAAAAAABwI/t18rQBhU1zY/s1600-h/sucess-principles-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4YqVb9XH3I/AAAAAAAABwI/t18rQBhU1zY/s400/sucess-principles-14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153853371342856050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;14.Respect The Disadvantaged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4YqVb9XH4I/AAAAAAAABwQ/QleFVl8isRQ/s1600-h/sucess-principles-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4YqVb9XH4I/AAAAAAAABwQ/QleFVl8isRQ/s400/sucess-principles-15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153853371342856066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15.Indulge Yourself Occasionally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4YqVb9XH5I/AAAAAAAABwY/YMpwhaXxR24/s1600-h/sucess-principles-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4YqVb9XH5I/AAAAAAAABwY/YMpwhaXxR24/s400/sucess-principles-16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153853371342856082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16.Surf The Net At Leisure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4YqV79XH6I/AAAAAAAABwg/t0SgL6Ux77Q/s1600-h/sucess-principles-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4YqV79XH6I/AAAAAAAABwg/t0SgL6Ux77Q/s400/sucess-principles-17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153853379932790690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;17. Take Calculated Risk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4YqV79XH7I/AAAAAAAABwo/zOerG2ViD9Y/s1600-h/sucess-principles-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4YqV79XH7I/AAAAAAAABwo/zOerG2ViD9Y/s400/sucess-principles-18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153853379932790706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;18. Under Stand Money Is Not Every Thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-4822786495634214073?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/4822786495634214073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=4822786495634214073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/4822786495634214073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/4822786495634214073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/01/success-principles-of-life.html' title='success principles Of Life'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4YrPL9XIGI/AAAAAAAAByA/ob77toSzN3E/s72-c/sucess-principles-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-9124098085007127897</id><published>2008-01-10T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T06:02:14.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Tips to Improve Self Confidence</title><content type='html'>Here are some quick tips to improve your Self Confidence.  If we are committed to have a healthy self confidence there are many things you can do every day to boost your self confidence, each small steps that will help you to reach your goal. The good news is that self-esteem is not fixed and can be improved, try some of the steps below to boost your confidence and self-esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Identify your successes. Everyone is good at something, so discover the things at which you excel, then focus on your talents. Give yourself permission to take pride in them. Give yourself credit for your successes. Inferiority is a state of mind in which you've declared yourself a victim. Do not allow yourself to be victimized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Look in the mirror and smile. Studies surrounding what's called the "facial feedback theory" suggest that the expressions on your face can actually encourage your brain to register certain emotions. So by looking in the mirror and smiling every day, you might feel happier with yourself and more confident in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Exercise and eat healthy. Exercise raises adrenaline and makes one feel happier and healthier. It is certainly an easy and effective way to boost your self-confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Turn feelings of envy or jealousy into a desire to achieve. Stop wanting what others have just because they have it; seek things simply because you want them, whether anybody else has them or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) When you're feeling superbly insecure, write down a list of things that are good about you. Then read the list back. You'd be surprised at what you can come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Don't be afraid to push yourself a bit - a little bit of pressure can actually show just how good you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) You can try taking a martial arts or fitness class/course (or both). This will help build confidence and strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Invest in some new clothing and donate some of your old clothing to send a message to yourself that you both look sharp and feel sharp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Try to make yourself talk positively at all times. When you hear yourself saying you can't do something, stop and say you can. Unless you try, you will never know whether you are able to or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Don't get wrapped up in your mistakes and dwell on bad points; they can contrast your good points or even give you something to improve. There's no feeling like being good at something you were really bad at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Don't confuse what you have with who you are. People degrade their self worth when comparing possessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Surround yourself with nurturing friends, not overly critical individuals who make you feel inadequate or insecure. This could do great harm and damage to your self confidence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-9124098085007127897?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/9124098085007127897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=9124098085007127897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/9124098085007127897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/9124098085007127897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/01/quick-tips-to-improve-self-confidence.html' title='Quick Tips to Improve Self Confidence'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-1336017215795956605</id><published>2008-01-10T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T06:01:06.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Top 25 Home-Based Business Ideas</title><content type='html'>If you are thinking about starting your own home-based business, the available options can be overwhelming. However, there are many tried and true home-based businesses that may be just what you are looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the top 25 home-based business ideas, in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;More from AllBusiness.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Ten Tips for Home-Based Businesses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Ten Tips for Naming Your Home-Based Business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Best Types of Home-Based Businesses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Personal trainer. If you are fitness-minded, you can start your own career as a personal trainer. Check out the National Federation of Professional Trainers for information about the certification process.&lt;br /&gt;2. Yoga instructor. Begin sharing your expertise with others by teaching yoga classes. There are a number of online resources, depending on the school of yoga that you practice. The Yoga Alliance Web site provides information on yoga schools, certification, insurance, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tutoring. You can start a business tutoring students by advertising at schools, the local YMCA, and other places frequented by families. If you have children, talk to their teachers and determine the needs of your school district.&lt;br /&gt;4. Business coaching. Have experience with management or some other specialized business skill? Share it with others by becoming a business coach. The International Coach Federation provides certification and a coach referral service for its members.&lt;br /&gt;5. Consulting. If you are an expert in your industry, such as finance, marketing, or mediation, consider beginning your own consulting business.&lt;br /&gt;6. Medical and legal transcription. If you have transcription skills and the necessary equipment, you can easily work from home for a variety of different companies. Check local community colleges or online for transcription training courses.&lt;br /&gt;7. Medical claims billing. This industry is one of the most popular work-from-home businesses -- so much so that suspect companies have been popping up on the Internet and in classified advertisements. ELearners.com can help you locate transcription training courses online.&lt;br /&gt;8. Accounting. There are many franchises and opportunities available for certified public accountants. If you are interested in getting certified, take a look at the Web site of the American Institute of Certified Public Accountants for information on specific state requirements.&lt;br /&gt;9. Web design. If you can design quality Web sites, consider turning your skills into a home-based business. Although the software and hardware costs can be steep, good Web designers tend to be well-compensated for their efforts.&lt;br /&gt;10. Desktop publishing. Do you have a creative flair for putting together brochures and newsletters? You can offer your own desktop publishing services to other small businesses. Software can be expensive, so make sure to give applications a trial run or take a course before investing in one.&lt;br /&gt;11. Photography. If you are skilled with a camera, you can open your own photography studio in your home. Keep in mind that you will need space to shoot the pictures as well as a light-free space for a darkroom if you decide to process your film and print your photographs yourself.&lt;br /&gt;12. Home inspection. The National Association of Certified Home Inspectors Web site provides information on becoming certified to inspect homes.&lt;br /&gt;13. Remodeling. If you are a gifted carpenter or contractor, you can turn your passion into your own business. The SBA provides loans to experienced contractors looking to renovate homes or businesses in order to sell them.&lt;br /&gt;14. Interior design. If you have a flair for the creative, consider interior design. The American Society of Interior Designers Web site provides resources for aspiring interior designers, including a list of each state's requirements for licensing.&lt;br /&gt;15. Catering or personal chef. Consider starting your own catering or personal chef business from your own kitchen. You can set yourself apart from competitors by providing specialized services such as low-carb or vegetarian menus.&lt;br /&gt;16. Gift baskets. Gift basket creation is a popular and creative home-based business. Target both individuals and businesses to increase potential sales.&lt;br /&gt;17. Wedding planner. If you are an ace at organizing important events and have a Rolodex full of contacts, consider becoming a wedding planner. There are numerous online certification courses online, including one from Weddings Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;18. Personal shopper. If you are a great shopper with an eye for people's personal styles, you can offer your services to those less inclined. In addition, consider providing a gift shopping service for those too busy to shop themselves.&lt;br /&gt;19. Concierge. If you have a lot of energy, a love for the mundane, and the ability to juggle multiple tasks, consider providing a personal concierge to busy business people or parents.&lt;br /&gt;20. Custom jewelry creation. Designing your own custom design jewelry can be a lucrative pastime. Make sure to wear your own creations as a way to drum up business.&lt;br /&gt;21. Computer repair. Are you the person everyone calls when they have a computer problem? Turn this into a business and start getting paid for fixing fatal errors. Check out Geeks on Call America and Rescuecom if you are interested in franchise opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;22. Cleaning service. If you are good at cleaning, consider offering your services to others. One way to go is with a franchise. CleanNet-USA and JaniKing are two of the largest franchisers in the cleaning market.&lt;br /&gt;23. Carpet cleaning service. There are many popular franchises that allow you to start your own carpet cleaning business and receive the equipment and training you need. ServiceMaster Clean and ChemDry are two of the bigger ones.&lt;br /&gt;24. A riding school. If you own your own barn, land, and horses, you can open your own riding school. Equisearch.com offers resources, including some useful articles on liability issues.&lt;br /&gt;25. Child-care services. Turn your expertise with children into one of the most popular home-based business opportunities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-1336017215795956605?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/1336017215795956605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=1336017215795956605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/1336017215795956605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/1336017215795956605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/01/top-25-home-based-business-ideas.html' title='The Top 25 Home-Based Business Ideas'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-6366409230793248642</id><published>2008-01-10T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T06:00:18.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>affiliate marketers</title><content type='html'>The above list is simply to provide a directory listing and a brief initial intro to&lt;br /&gt;services provided by independent affiliate marketers, for research purposes.&lt;br /&gt;This blog cannot take responsibility for the links and descriptions provided above,&lt;br /&gt;and offers that these affiliate marketers provide. You are advised to consult and read the&lt;br /&gt; terms and conditions provided on their individual websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.netaffiliate.in/&lt;br /&gt;http://cinechance.com/partners/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.clixgalore.co.in/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.dgm-india.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.mediamarketingonline.com/htm/affiliate_marketing_services.html&lt;br /&gt;http://www.tyroo.co.in/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.webshree.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.bazaarofindia.com/affiliate.asp&lt;br /&gt;http://bmser.bharatmatrimony.com/matrimoney/marketing-tips.php&lt;br /&gt;http://www.careerkhazana.com/Affiliate_Programme/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.chennaibazaar.com/salepoint/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.clickaunty.com/affiliates/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.craftsinindia.com/affiliates/&lt;br /&gt;http://pages.ebay.in/affiliates/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.fernsnpetals.com/affiliate-us.asp&lt;br /&gt;http://www.fropper.com/partners/index.php&lt;br /&gt;http://affiliate.indiatimes.com/scripts/program.php&lt;br /&gt;https://secure.friendfinder.com/p/partners/main.cgi?&lt;br /&gt;http://www.indiankarma.com/default.aspx?fuseaction=admin.affiliates&lt;br /&gt;http://www.indianmatrimonialnetwork.com/affiliates.html&lt;br /&gt;http://www.indianmatrimonials.com/partners/affiliates/about.cfm?z=z&lt;br /&gt;http://www.indiaplaza.in/affiliates/about.asp?&lt;br /&gt;http://www.indiansonnet.com/earndet.asp&lt;br /&gt;http://www.theindiatravel.com/about/affiliate.html&lt;br /&gt;http://www.jeevansathi.com/bussiness_sathi/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.lifepartnerindia.com/affiliates/&lt;br /&gt;http://india.makemytrip.com/static/affiliate_programme.asp&lt;br /&gt;http://bmser.bharatmatrimony.com/matrimoney/index.php&lt;br /&gt;http://www.moneycosmos.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://organicindia.com/organic_affiliate.php&lt;br /&gt;http://www.rishtehirishte.com/affiliate/affiliatehome.php&lt;br /&gt;http://www.salwarkameezindia.com/affiliate-program.htm&lt;br /&gt;http://www.shaadi.com/shaadi-rewards/index.php&lt;br /&gt;http://tajonline.tolshop.com/affiliate/faqs.php&lt;br /&gt;http://news.techtribe.com/frontFoot/opportunities.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-6366409230793248642?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/6366409230793248642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=6366409230793248642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/6366409230793248642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/6366409230793248642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/01/affiliate-marketers.html' title='affiliate marketers'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7119284959922003979.post-6393816785593270839</id><published>2008-01-10T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T05:55:55.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why should the world be void of love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4Yj279XHvI/AAAAAAAABvI/2Ide4Z_K_Dw/s1600-h/fantzy_grls_39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4Yj279XHvI/AAAAAAAABvI/2Ide4Z_K_Dw/s400/fantzy_grls_39.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153846250287079154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;If I look at you, why are you angry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    If I smile to you, why are you angry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    If I say hi, why are you angry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    If I touch you, why are you angry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    If I don't look at you, why are you angry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    If I don't smile to you, why are you angry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    If I don't say hi, why are you angry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    If I don't touch you, why are you angry?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    I only wish to love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    but I don't know how to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    Please open your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    and let me see in your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    Let me touch it softly and gently,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    let me fulfill all your longings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    and wipe away your anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    You opened your heart once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    when you said 'I despise you'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    Thank you for letting me see in your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    but why should the world be void of love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    I can still love you by staying away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    My world is not void of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    I love you as you wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    and I am happy to do so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7119284959922003979-6393816785593270839?l=funmart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/feeds/6393816785593270839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7119284959922003979&amp;postID=6393816785593270839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/6393816785593270839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7119284959922003979/posts/default/6393816785593270839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funmart.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-should-world-be-void-of-love.html' title='Why should the world be void of love?'/><author><name>Gurpreet Singh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Mjrda96jV4A/R4Yj279XHvI/AAAAAAAABvI/2Ide4Z_K_Dw/s72-c/fantzy_grls_39.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
