<?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-3002429140515526374</id><updated>2012-02-06T23:27:36.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile, Once, for me..!!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002429140515526374.post-3065046447718054548</id><published>2012-01-26T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T22:59:40.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rooster - Ox - Snake - Pig</title><content type='html'>The Rooster and the Ox make a nearly perfect pair, whether their relationship is romantic or platonic. They're quite similar in temperament and values and their differences are complementary. Both the Rooster and the Ox are rather conservative in their approach to life: Both prefer practical, tried-and-true methods to anything risky; the Rooster's perfectionism meshes well with the Ox's penchant for doing things right the first time. All these qualities lend themselves especially well to work and career, and as business associates, these two make a strong and practical team. The sturdy Ox can serve as the backbone of the business and the Rooster's keen eye and innate resourcefulness can move things forward toward success.&lt;br /&gt;As lovers these two are every bit as compatible: Both value trustworthiness and honesty, so neither Sign will ever give the other reason for jealousy or possessiveness. When in love, the Ox's normally shy, serious and reserved demeanor gives way to a deep sweetness; the Ox avoids discord whenever possible and loves to create a calm, harmonious home life. The Rooster needs this kind of calm, orderly atmosphere to blossom in a love relationship; this Sign has a tendency to idealize lovers and romance but the honorable Ox will more than live up to the Rooster's expectations. The Rooster is a bit more of a social butterfly than the shy Ox and may be able to draw the Ox out of its shell. The only trouble between these two may result from their mutual tendency to be rather blunt, critical or judgmental at times but, as this results from their honest, direct natures, this may not be a problem at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rooster and the Snake make a mutually satisfying match since they share many of the same interests and values. Both have a social side -- the Snake is charming, popular and seductive and the Rooster loves going out with friends -- but both are more interested in home comforts and security. These two can make a solid connection in any type of relationship -- friends, lovers, business partners, members of the same family -- because together they create a smoothly-running and prosperous base, be that at home or in the office.&lt;br /&gt;As lovers these two are well-situated for a long-term relationship and may move in together early on, not because they're impulsive -- far from it -- but because they see that living together would only enhance life for both. The Rooster has a keen eye for detail and likes to keep a spotless, comfortable and classically tasteful home. This Sign has great taste but also loves a bargain. The Snake is considered lucky with money and can be counted on by the Rooster to bring home the bacon. The Snake often tends toward jealousy and possessiveness in relationships, due to an inner sense of insecurity, but that isn't likely to be a problem in this relationship. The loyal, faithful Rooster will never give the Snake reason for suspicion.&lt;br /&gt;If these two are business partners their company should be orderly and prosperous. The Rooster's practical nature and attention to detail make it a natural to handle the finances; this Sign can also contribute greatly in planning low-risk methods of progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rooster and the Pig may need lots of mutual understanding to get along smoothly, since their differences aren't exactly complementary. The Rooster is likely to find the Pig's sensualist nature to be excessive; the Rooster abhors messes and to this ultra-practical Sign, anything beyond bare necessity could constitute a mess. The Pig is generally an easy-going Sign that gives in to stronger personalities, which may have to be the case with the Rooster. The Rooster likes to be in charge, to keep everything and everyone in order, and this Sign has its work cut out for it with the luxury-loving Pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pig loves creature comforts: fine food, lovemaking, sleeping in a deliciously soft bed ... The Rooster loves practicality and perfection and can't tolerate laziness. The Pig isn't lazy; this Sign is actually very hard-working, but the Rooster may mistake its sensualism for indolence. The saving grace between these two as lovers may be their mutual dedication when in love. The Rooster is very loyal to its intimates and the Pig makes a generous, dedicated mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two might fare far better in business together, where their individual strengths can best be utilized. The Rooster, of course, will want to be in charge of things. This Sign's practical mind is perfectly suited to managing finances or any other job where details are key. The Pig is a very hard worker who takes direction well; this Sign is well suited to helping carry out the Rooster's plans. Also, the Pig will likely be instrumental as a liaison between the Rooster and potential new clients or associates, as the Rooster can sometimes ruffle others' feathers with its exacting ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-3065046447718054548?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3065046447718054548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=3065046447718054548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/3065046447718054548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FAYHTES4whs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FAYHTES4whs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="230" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey, Hey, Hey, Woman, it's alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey, Hey, Hey, Woman, it's alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In my dreams I'm dying all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I wake its kaleidoscopic mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never meant to hurt you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never meant to lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So this is goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey, Hey, Hey, Woman, it's alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey, Hey, Hey, Woman, it's alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell the truth you never wanted me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me...In my dreams I'm jealous all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I wake I'm going out of my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going out of my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey, Hey, Hey, Woman, it's alright.(x4)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-5966384364208512317?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5966384364208512317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=5966384364208512317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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hurting yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-6456536789838795391?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6456536789838795391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=6456536789838795391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/6456536789838795391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/6456536789838795391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2011/12/any-time-you-put-limit-on-something-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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-3002429140515526374.post-3873608677029189551</id><published>2011-12-01T21:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T22:26:52.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Feelings are like Phoenix bird which never dies...even if you die....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-3873608677029189551?l=smile-once-for-me.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-3002429140515526374.post-4366315409456628817</id><published>2011-10-14T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T21:37:24.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Must Have Been Love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k2C5TjS2sh4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k2C5TjS2sh4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="230" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[It must have been love]&lt;br /&gt;[but it's over now] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay a whisper on my pillow &lt;br /&gt;Leave the winter on the ground &lt;br /&gt;I wake up lonely, is there a silence &lt;br /&gt;In the bedroom and all around &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch me now, I close my eyes &lt;br /&gt;And dream away... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been love, but it's over now &lt;br /&gt;It must have been good, but I lost it somehow &lt;br /&gt;It must have been love, but it's over now &lt;br /&gt;From the moment we touched till the time had run out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make believing we're together &lt;br /&gt;That I'm sheltered by your heart &lt;br /&gt;But in and outside I turn to water &lt;br /&gt;Like a teardrop in your palm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's a hard winter's day &lt;br /&gt;I dream away... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been love, but it's over now &lt;br /&gt;It was all that I wanted, now I'm living without &lt;br /&gt;It must have been love, but it's over now &lt;br /&gt;It's where the water flows, it's where the wind blows &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been love, but it's over now &lt;br /&gt;It must have been good, but I lost it somehow &lt;br /&gt;It must have been love, but it's over now &lt;br /&gt;From the moment we touched till the time had run out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-4366315409456628817?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4366315409456628817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=4366315409456628817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;object height="230" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KjNJmwwf7QA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KjNJmwwf7QA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="230" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer has come and passed&lt;br /&gt;The innocent can never last&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when September ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like my father's come to pass&lt;br /&gt;seven years has gone so fast&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when September ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes the rain again&lt;br /&gt;falling from the stars&lt;br /&gt;drenched in my pain again&lt;br /&gt;becoming who we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as my memory rests&lt;br /&gt;but never forgets what I lost&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when September ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer has come and passed&lt;br /&gt;the innocent can never last&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when September ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ring out the bells again&lt;br /&gt;like we did when spring began&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when September ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes the rain again&lt;br /&gt;falling from the stars&lt;br /&gt;drenched in my pain again&lt;br /&gt;becoming who we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as my memory rests&lt;br /&gt;but never forgets what I lost&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when September ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer has come and passed&lt;br /&gt;The innocent can never last&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when September ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like my father's come to pass&lt;br /&gt;twenty years has gone so fast&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when September ends&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when September ends&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when September ends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-7096839536696950127?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7096839536696950127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=7096839536696950127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/7096839536696950127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/7096839536696950127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2011/09/wake-me-up-when-september-ends.html' title='Wake Me Up When September Ends...'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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-3002429140515526374.post-8059710740536261884</id><published>2011-09-02T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T08:28:24.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOMORROW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcO3y-R6jK0/TphVAHupmJI/AAAAAAAAAQM/g4FeACERM5o/s1600/cry-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcO3y-R6jK0/TphVAHupmJI/AAAAAAAAAQM/g4FeACERM5o/s200/cry-love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663369991981471890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;object height="210" width="270"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WOg4XR8X0lw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AtYuJhSbjGQ/TmEHRy39fvI/AAAAAAAAAP4/zdbaSJyLswI/s1600/cry-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WOg4XR8X0lw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="230" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When Tomorrow starts without me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not here to see&lt;br /&gt;If the sun should rise and find you eyes&lt;br /&gt;All filled with tears for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish so much you wouldn't cry&lt;br /&gt;The way you did today&lt;br /&gt;While thinking of the many things&lt;br /&gt;We didnt get to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how  much you love me&lt;br /&gt;As much as I love you&lt;br /&gt;And each time that you think of me&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll miss me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when tomorrow starts without me&lt;br /&gt;Please try to understand&lt;br /&gt;That an angel came and called my name&lt;br /&gt;And took me by the hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And said my place was ready In heaven far above&lt;br /&gt;And that I'd have to leave behind&lt;br /&gt;All those I dearly love&lt;br /&gt;But when I walked through heaven's gates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so much at home When&lt;br /&gt;God looked down and smiled at me&lt;br /&gt;From his great golden throne He said&lt;br /&gt;"This is eternity and all I've promised you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today for life on earth is past&lt;br /&gt;But here it starts a new&lt;br /&gt;I promise no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;For today will always last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since each day's the same way&lt;br /&gt;There's no longing for the past&lt;br /&gt;So when tomorrow starts without me&lt;br /&gt;Don't think we're far apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every time you think of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm right here in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: Red&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/3002429140515526374-8059710740536261884?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8059710740536261884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=8059710740536261884' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002429140515526374.post-3555046575488330279</id><published>2011-08-12T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T20:44:10.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love - John Lennon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="230" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/umq6qFNVnxs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/umq6qFNVnxs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="230" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love is real, real is love,&lt;br /&gt;Love is feeling, feeling love,&lt;br /&gt;Love is wanting to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;Love is touch, touch is love,&lt;br /&gt;Love is reaching, reaching love,&lt;br /&gt;Love is asking to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;Love is you,&lt;br /&gt;You and me,&lt;br /&gt;Love is knowing,&lt;br /&gt;We can be.&lt;br /&gt;Love is free, free is love,&lt;br /&gt;Love is living, living love,&lt;br /&gt;Love is needing to be loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-3555046575488330279?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3555046575488330279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=3555046575488330279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;Love is two minds without a single thought.     -Philip Barry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-5955594328157522090?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5955594328157522090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=5955594328157522090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/5955594328157522090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/5955594328157522090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-is-two-minds-without-single.html' title=''/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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-3002429140515526374.post-2575221907383204323</id><published>2011-05-31T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T21:35:59.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfortably Numb &amp; Shine on You Crazy Diamond.. - Pink Floyd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tkJNyQfAprY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tkJNyQfAprY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="230" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Is there anybody in there?&lt;br /&gt;Just nod if you can hear me.&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone at home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, now,&lt;br /&gt;I hear you're feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;Well I can ease your pain&lt;br /&gt;And get you on your feet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax.&lt;br /&gt;I need some information first.&lt;br /&gt;Just the basic facts&lt;br /&gt;Can you show me where it hurts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no pain you are receding&lt;br /&gt;A distant ship, smoke on the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;You are only coming through in waves.&lt;br /&gt;Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child I had a fever&lt;br /&gt;My hands felt just like two balloons.&lt;br /&gt;Now I've got that feeling once again&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain you would not understand&lt;br /&gt;This is not how I am.&lt;br /&gt;I have become comfortably numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become comfortably numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O. K.&lt;br /&gt;Just a little pin prick.&lt;br /&gt;There'll be no more AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;But you may feel a little sick.&lt;br /&gt;Can you stand up?&lt;br /&gt;I do believe its working. Good.&lt;br /&gt;That'll keep you going through the show&lt;br /&gt;Come on it's time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no pain you are receding&lt;br /&gt;A distant ship, smoke on the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;You are only coming through in waves.&lt;br /&gt;Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child&lt;br /&gt;I caught a fleeting glimpse&lt;br /&gt;Out of the corner of my eye&lt;br /&gt;I turned to look but it was gone&lt;br /&gt;I cannot put my finger on it now&lt;br /&gt;The child is grown,&lt;br /&gt;The dream is gone.&lt;br /&gt;I have become comfortably numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BLKiMbC6s2k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BLKiMbC6s2k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="230" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-2575221907383204323?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2575221907383204323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=2575221907383204323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/2575221907383204323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/2575221907383204323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2011/05/comfortably-numb-pink-floyd.html' title='Comfortably Numb &amp; Shine on You Crazy Diamond.. - Pink Floyd'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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-3002429140515526374.post-3417990298547276392</id><published>2011-04-18T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T23:02:42.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand up, be bold, be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strong. Take the whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;responsibility on your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;own shoulders, and know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that you are the creator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of your own destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Swami Vivekananda--&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/3002429140515526374-3417990298547276392?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3417990298547276392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=3417990298547276392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/3417990298547276392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/3417990298547276392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2011/04/stand-up-be-bold-be-strong.html' title=''/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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-3002429140515526374.post-8316116267055585488</id><published>2011-04-09T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T22:34:03.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't help falling in love.. - UB40</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ajp0Uaw4rqo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ajp0Uaw4rqo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wise men say, only fools rush in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I can't help falling in love with you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shall I stay? Would it be a sin? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't help falling in love with you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As the river flows gently to the sea &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Darling so we go, some things were meant to be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take my hand take my whole heart too &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause i can't help falling in love with you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As the river flows gently to the sea &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Darling so we go, some things were meant to be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take my hand take my whole heart too &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause i can't help falling in love with you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-8316116267055585488?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8316116267055585488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=8316116267055585488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/8316116267055585488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/8316116267055585488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2011/04/cant-help-falling-in-love-ub40.html' title='Can&apos;t help falling in love.. - UB40'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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-3002429140515526374.post-3284750277848928167</id><published>2011-03-29T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T23:56:46.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years....! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/983471/true_love.swf;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/983471/true_love.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-3284750277848928167?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3284750277848928167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=3284750277848928167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/3284750277848928167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/3284750277848928167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2011/03/true-love-kiss-makes-heart-young-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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-3002429140515526374.post-5401840438764985693</id><published>2011-02-23T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T09:43:53.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 style="font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 style="font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;Meaning is man-created. And because you constantly look for meaning, you start to feel meaninglessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;~Osho~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-5401840438764985693?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5401840438764985693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=5401840438764985693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/TUn1-yVmNhI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BctPtT9wiRE/s1600/Hold-On.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569252873233380882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/TUn1-yVmNhI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BctPtT9wiRE/s320/Hold-On.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been for the word love&lt;br /&gt;As silly as it may seem&lt;br /&gt;Too many people just say it&lt;br /&gt;But not knowing what it means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though I am in love&lt;br /&gt;It's something I'll never show&lt;br /&gt;I'll never stop to say that words&lt;br /&gt;So I'll guess you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been for promises&lt;br /&gt;They make people look like fools&lt;br /&gt;No one ever means to keep them&lt;br /&gt;They'll be broken just like rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though I am sincere &lt;br /&gt;And feel it's something I owe&lt;br /&gt;I can't say I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;So I'll guess you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been for love symbols&lt;br /&gt;Those really stupid tokens&lt;br /&gt;People give them out like presents&lt;br /&gt;Then leave your heart all broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though I want to kiss&lt;br /&gt;You under the mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel its right to do that &lt;br /&gt;So I'll guess you never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been for anyone&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's no one just like you&lt;br /&gt;How can I tell you how I feel&lt;br /&gt;When this world made love untrue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll let my emotions go &lt;br /&gt;I don't think these words mean enough&lt;br /&gt;So I'll guess you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been for sad goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't know what I'll lose&lt;br /&gt;I've never left a friend behind&lt;br /&gt;It is something I will refuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though I really want you&lt;br /&gt;Away my love, I will throw&lt;br /&gt;I can't say what you want to hear&lt;br /&gt;So I'll guess you'll never know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-AI- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-3024819555623203406?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3024819555623203406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=3024819555623203406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love doesn't have expirty date. - Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-2000077879485708312?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2000077879485708312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=2000077879485708312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/2000077879485708312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/2000077879485708312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2011/01/quote-of-week.html' title='Quote of the week....'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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-3002429140515526374.post-5028126225807911328</id><published>2011-01-21T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T08:59:46.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Can't Stop Loving You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CYtkIM8DpOk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CYtkIM8DpOk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I Just Want To Lay Next To You&lt;br /&gt;For Awhile&lt;br /&gt;You Look So Beautiful Tonight&lt;br /&gt;Your Eyes Are So Lovely&lt;br /&gt;Your Mouth Is So Sweet&lt;br /&gt;A Lot Of People&lt;br /&gt;Misunderstand Me&lt;br /&gt;That's Because They Don't&lt;br /&gt;Know Me At All&lt;br /&gt;I Just Want To Touch You&lt;br /&gt;And Hold You&lt;br /&gt;I Need You&lt;br /&gt;God I Need You&lt;br /&gt;I Love You So Much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Michael]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each Time The Wind Blows&lt;br /&gt;I Hear Your Voice So&lt;br /&gt;I Call Your Name . . .&lt;br /&gt;Whispers At Morning&lt;br /&gt;Our Love Is Dawning&lt;br /&gt;Heaven's Glad You Came . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Know How I Feel&lt;br /&gt;This Thing Can't Go Wrong&lt;br /&gt;I'm So Proud To Say&lt;br /&gt;I Love You&lt;br /&gt;Your Love's Got Me High&lt;br /&gt;I Long To Get By&lt;br /&gt;This Time Is Forever&lt;br /&gt;Love Is The Answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Siedah]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Hear Your Voice Now&lt;br /&gt;You Are My Choice Now&lt;br /&gt;The Love You Bring&lt;br /&gt;Heaven's In My Heart&lt;br /&gt;At Your Call&lt;br /&gt;I Hear Harps,&lt;br /&gt;And Angels Sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Know How I Feel&lt;br /&gt;This Thing Can't Go Wrong&lt;br /&gt;I Can't Live My Life&lt;br /&gt;Without You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Michael]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Just Can't Hold On&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Siedah]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Feel We Belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Michael]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Life Ain't Worth Living&lt;br /&gt;If I Can't Be With You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Both]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Just Can't Stop Loving You&lt;br /&gt;I Just Can't Stop Loving You&lt;br /&gt;And If I Stop . . .&lt;br /&gt;Then Tell Me Just What&lt;br /&gt;Will I Do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Siedah]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I Just Can't Stop&lt;br /&gt;Loving You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Michael]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Night When The&lt;br /&gt;Stars Shine&lt;br /&gt;I Pray In You I'll Find&lt;br /&gt;A Love So True . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Siedah]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Morning Awakes Me&lt;br /&gt;Will You Come And Take Me&lt;br /&gt;I'll Wait For You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Michael]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Know How I Feel&lt;br /&gt;I Won't Stop Until&lt;br /&gt;I Hear Your Voice Saying&lt;br /&gt;"I Do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Siedah]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I Do"&lt;br /&gt;This Thing Can't Go Wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Michael]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Feeling's So Strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Siedah]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, My Life Ain't&lt;br /&gt;Worth Living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Both]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Can't Be With You&lt;br /&gt;I Just Can't Stop Loving You&lt;br /&gt;I Just Can't Stop Loving You&lt;br /&gt;And If I Stop . . .&lt;br /&gt;Then Tell Me, Just What&lt;br /&gt;Will I Do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Michael]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Just Can't Stop Loving You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Siedah]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Can Change All The World&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Michael]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Can Sing Songs Of&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Siedah]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Can Say, Hey . . .Farewell&lt;br /&gt;To Sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Michael]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Is My Life And I,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Both]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want To See You For Always&lt;br /&gt;I Just Can't Stop Loving You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Siedah]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Michael]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Both]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Just Can't Stop Loving You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Siedah]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Can't Stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Both]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And If I Stop . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Siedah]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Michael]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Oh! Oh . . .Oh . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Siedah]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Will I Do? Uh . . .Ooh . . .&lt;br /&gt;(Then Tell Me, Just What&lt;br /&gt;Will I Do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Both]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Just Can't Stop Loving You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Michael]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee! Hee! Hee! Know I Do&lt;br /&gt;Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Both]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Just Can't Stop Loving You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Michael]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Know I Do&lt;br /&gt;And If I Stop . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Both]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Tell Me, Just What&lt;br /&gt;Will I Do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Both]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Just Can't Stop Loving You   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-5028126225807911328?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5028126225807911328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=5028126225807911328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/5028126225807911328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/5028126225807911328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-just-cant-stop-loving-you.html' title='I Just Can&apos;t Stop Loving You'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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-3002429140515526374.post-713139805182231009</id><published>2010-12-29T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T19:37:43.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is no such place as Far Away....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no such place as Far Away :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be with someone you love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aren't you already there... !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Richard Bach -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-713139805182231009?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/713139805182231009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=713139805182231009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/713139805182231009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/713139805182231009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2010/12/there-is-no-such-place-as-far-away.html' title='There is no such place as Far Away....'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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-3002429140515526374.post-7746899537976728751</id><published>2010-11-22T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T18:58:30.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranger in Moscow..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zknitgZTeW8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zknitgZTeW8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This track was written by Jackson in 1993, at the height of the  highly publicized child abused accusations made against him. during his visit to Moscow.  It was during a time when Jackson felt very alone, far away from his family and friends, yet every night throughout his tours fans would stay by his hotel and support him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stranger in Moscow" turned out to be one of Jackson's most critically acclaimed songs ever. The song's music video depicts the lives of six individuals, including Jackson, who are left isolated and disconnected from the world around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wandering in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Mask of life, feelin' insane&lt;br /&gt;Swift and sudden fall from grace&lt;br /&gt;Sunny days seem far away&lt;br /&gt;Kremlin's shadow belittlin' me&lt;br /&gt;Stalin's tomb won't let me be&lt;br /&gt;On and on and on it came&lt;br /&gt;Wish the rain would just let me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel (How does it feel)&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel&lt;br /&gt;When you're alone&lt;br /&gt;And you're cold inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here abandoned in my fame&lt;br /&gt;Armageddon of the brain&lt;br /&gt;KGB was doggin' me&lt;br /&gt;Take my name and just let me be&lt;br /&gt;Then a begger boy called my name&lt;br /&gt;Happy days will drown the pain&lt;br /&gt;On and on and on it came&lt;br /&gt;And again, and again, and again...&lt;br /&gt;Take my name and just let me be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel (How does it feel)&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel (How does it feel now)&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel&lt;br /&gt;When you're alone&lt;br /&gt;And you're cold inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel (How does it feel)&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel (How does it feel now)&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel&lt;br /&gt;When you're alone&lt;br /&gt;And you're cold inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like stranger in Moscow...  Lord have mercy&lt;br /&gt;Like stranger in Moscow...  Lord have mercy&lt;br /&gt;We're talkin' danger&lt;br /&gt;We're talkin' danger, baby&lt;br /&gt;Like stranger in Moscow&lt;br /&gt;We're talkin' danger&lt;br /&gt;We're talkin' danger, baby&lt;br /&gt;Like stranger in Moscow&lt;br /&gt;I'm living lonely&lt;br /&gt;I'm living lonely, baby&lt;br /&gt;like a Stranger in Moscow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[KGB interrogator - Russian to English Translation]&lt;br /&gt;"Why have you come from the West?&lt;br /&gt;Confess! To steal the great achievments of&lt;br /&gt;the people, the accomplishments of the workers..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-7746899537976728751?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7746899537976728751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=7746899537976728751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/7746899537976728751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/7746899537976728751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2010/11/stranger-in-moscow.html' title='Stranger in Moscow..'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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-3002429140515526374.post-4629336929058740215</id><published>2010-11-02T23:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T02:13:17.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a look at me now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="230" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C-gI1UduHUw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C-gI1UduHUw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="230" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I just let you walk away, just let you leave without a trace&lt;br /&gt;When I stand here taking every breath with you, ooh&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who really knew me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you just walk away from me,&lt;br /&gt;when all I can do is watch you leave&lt;br /&gt;Cos we've shared the laughter and the pain and even shared the tears&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who really knew me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take a look at me now, oh there's just an empty space&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing left here to remind me,&lt;br /&gt;just the memory of your face&lt;br /&gt;Ooh take a look at me now, well there's just an empty space&lt;br /&gt;And you coming back to me is against the odds and that's what I've got to face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just make you turn around,&lt;br /&gt;turn around and see me cry&lt;br /&gt;There's so much I need to say to you,&lt;br /&gt;so many reasons why&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who really knew me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take a look at me now, well there's just an empty space&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing left here to remind me, just the memory of your face&lt;br /&gt;Now take a look at me now, cos there's just an empty space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to wait for you, is all I can do and that's what I've got to face&lt;br /&gt;Take a good look at me now, cos I'll still be standing here&lt;br /&gt;And you coming back to me is against all odds&lt;br /&gt;It's the chance I've gotta take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-4629336929058740215?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4629336929058740215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=4629336929058740215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/4629336929058740215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/4629336929058740215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2010/11/take-look-at-me-now.html' title='Take a look at me now...'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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-3002429140515526374.post-6731719063074838574</id><published>2010-10-02T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T09:00:27.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romanticizing (RQ) and Pragmatizing (PQ) Tests</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just discovered that I am more Romanticizer than Pragmatizer. :)   Go to &lt;a href="http://www.eqsq.com/"&gt;http://eqsq.com/rqpq-test/&lt;/a&gt; and discover yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the scores :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RQ: 19 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PQ: 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brain Type : Romanticizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Romanticizers&lt;/b&gt; (High RQ: Romanticizing Quotient) are ruled by  their hearts. Gut feelings, signs, and impulsive actions define their  approach to love and romance.  Romanticizers truly believe that their  loved ones are the most beautiful, clever, charismatic people in the  world, despite any evidence to the contrary.  Love is without reason,  after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pragmatizers (High PQ: Pragmatizing Quotient)&lt;/strong&gt; are ruled  by their heads. Gut feelings, signs, and impulsive actions make them  nervous. Pragmatizers are aware that by objective measures their loved  ones may not be the most beautiful, clever, charismatic people in the  world, but they don’t care. They know exactly why they love their  partners. Love should have a solid basis, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-6731719063074838574?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6731719063074838574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=6731719063074838574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/6731719063074838574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/6731719063074838574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2010/10/romanticizing-rq-and-pragmatizing-pq.html' title='Romanticizing (RQ) and Pragmatizing (PQ) Tests'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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-3002429140515526374.post-3951134202773807785</id><published>2010-08-16T18:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T09:55:13.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your mind is the scene of the crime...!!!  - Inception</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inception&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is a 2010 American science fiction action film written, produced, and directed by Christopher Nolan.   The film stars Leonardo DiCaprio, Ken Watanabe, Joseph Gordon-Levitt,  Ellen Page, Tom Hardy, Marion Cotillard, and Cillian Murphy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DiCaprio plays Dom Cobb, a thief  who extracts information from the  subconscious mind of his victims while they dream. On the run from Cobol  Engineering, and unable to visit his children, Cobb is offered a chance  to regain his old life in exchange for one last job: performing an  inception, the planting of an idea into the mind of his client's  competitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inception was first developed by Christopher Nolan, based on the notion  of "exploring the idea of people sharing a dream space — entering a  dream space and sharing a dream. That gives you the ability to access  somebody’s unconscious mind. What would that be used and abused  for?"Furthermore, he thought "being able to extract information from  somebody’s brain would be the obvious use of that because obviously any  other system where it’s computers or physical media, whatever — things  that exist outside the mind — they can all be stolen ... up until this  point, or up until this movie I should say, the idea that you could  actually steal something from somebody’s head was impossible. So that,  to me, seemed a fascinating abuse or misuse of that kind of  technology."Nolan drew inspiration from the works of Jorge Luis Borges  when writing Inception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nolan had thought about these ideas on and off since he was sixteen  years old, intrigued by how he would wake up and then, while falling  back into a lighter sleep, hold on to the awareness that he was  dreaming, a lucid dream. He also became aware of the feeling that he  could study the place and alter the events of the dream. He said, "I  tried to work that idea of manipulation and management of a conscious  dream being a skill that these people have. Really the script is based  on those common, very basic experiences and concepts, and where can  those take you? And the only outlandish idea that the film presents,  really, is the existence of a technology that allows you to enter and  share the same dream as someone else." Harvard University dream  researcher Deirdre Barrett points out that Nolan did not get every  detail accurate regarding dreams, but that films which really do that  tend to have illogical, rambling, disjointed plots which wouldn’t make  for a great thriller. "But he did get many aspects right," she said,  citing the scene in which a sleeping DiCaprio is shoved into a full bath  and water starts gushing into the windows of the building he is  dreaming, waking him up. "That's very much how real stimuli get  incorporated, and you very often wake up right after that intrusion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Development began roughly nine years before Inception was released.  In  2001, Nolan wrote an 80-page treatment about dream-stealers, presenting  the idea to Warner Bros.. The story was originally written as a heist  film, inspired by concepts of lucid dreaming and dream incubation.  Feeling he needed to have more experience with large scale films, Nolan  opted to work on Batman Begins, The Prestige and The Dark Knight. He  spent six months polishing up the script for Inception before Warner  Bros. purchased it in February 2009. Filming spanned six countries and  four continents, beginning in Tokyo on June 19, 2009 and finishing in  Canada in late November of the same year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall its worth watching movie of the year so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/p/4B70ED0541A5E653&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/p/4B70ED0541A5E653&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the quotes from movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Cobb: We only use a fraction of our brains true potential, now in a dream, our mind can almost do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cobb:  One thing you should know about me: I can access your mind through your  dreams. It's called Inception. I know how to find secrets from your  Mind, I know all the tricks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cobb: There`s one thing you should know about me. I specialize in a very specific type of security, subconscious security.&lt;br /&gt;Fischer: You`re talking about Dreams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cobb: You create the world of the dream, you bring the subject into that dream, and they fill it with their subconscious.&lt;br /&gt;Ariadne: How could I ever acquire enough detail to make them think that its reality?&lt;br /&gt;Cobb:  Well dreams, they feel real while we`re in them, right? It`s only when  we wake up that we realize how things are actually strange. Let me ask  you a question, you, you never really remember the beginning of a dream  do you? You always wind up right in the middle of what`s going on.&lt;br /&gt;Ariadne: I guess, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Cobb: So how did we end up here?&lt;br /&gt;Ariadne: Well we just came from the a...&lt;br /&gt;Cobb: Think about it Ariadne, how did you get here? Where are you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Ariadne: We`re dreaming?&lt;br /&gt;Cobb:  You`re actually in the middle of the workshop right now, sleeping. This  is your first lesson in shared dreaming. Stay calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eames: If we are gonna perform Inception then we need imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cobb: Never recreate places from your memory. Always imagine new places!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cobb: I think positive emotion trumps negative emotion every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ariadne: (contemplating her totem) An elegant solution for keeping track of reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mal: You keep telling yourself what you know. But what do you believe? What do you feel?&lt;br /&gt;Cobb: Guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mal: Do you know what it is to be a lover? Half of a whole?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cobb: What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;Saito: Inception. Is it possible?&lt;br /&gt;Arthur: Of course not.&lt;br /&gt;Saito: If you can steal an idea, why can`t you plant one there instead?&lt;br /&gt;Arthur: Okay, this is me, planting an idea in your mind. I say: don`t think about elephants. What are you thinking about?&lt;br /&gt;Saito: Elephants?&lt;br /&gt;Arthur:  Right, but it`s not your idea. The dreamer can always remember the  genesis of the idea. True inspiration is impossible to fake.&lt;br /&gt;Cobb: No, it`s not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ariadne: Why is it so important to dream?&lt;br /&gt;Cobb: Because, in my dreams we are together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ariadne: These aren`t just dreams, these are memories and you said never to use memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cobb: I need to get home. That`s all I care about right now.&lt;br /&gt;Ariadne: Why can`t you go home?&lt;br /&gt;Cobb: Because they think I killed her.&lt;br /&gt;Ariadne: (silence)&lt;br /&gt;Cobb: Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Ariadne: For what?&lt;br /&gt;Cobb: For not asking whether I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ariadne: Who'd want to be stuck in a dream for 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;Yusuf: Depends on the dream....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3002429140515526374-3951134202773807785?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3951134202773807785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=3951134202773807785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/3951134202773807785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/3951134202773807785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2010/08/your-mind-is-scene-of-crime-inception.html' title='Your mind is the scene of the crime...!!!  - Inception'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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-3002429140515526374.post-8502670946506719385</id><published>2010-08-12T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T19:26:35.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But man is not made for defeat. A man can be destroyed but not defeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;                                                                                                            --Ernest Hemingway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-8502670946506719385?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8502670946506719385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=8502670946506719385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/8502670946506719385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/8502670946506719385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2010/08/but-man-is-not-made-for-defeat.html' title='Quote of the day'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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-3002429140515526374.post-4197954537879147068</id><published>2010-06-06T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T22:01:20.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the month..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is not that there are problems. The problem is expecting  otherwise and thinking that having problems is a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Theodore Rubin-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-4197954537879147068?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4197954537879147068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=4197954537879147068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/4197954537879147068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/4197954537879147068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2010/06/quote-of-month.html' title='Quote of the month..'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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-3002429140515526374.post-3639752729655900096</id><published>2010-06-02T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T18:28:45.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall in line - by Robert Skoro..</title><content type='html'>Got a youtube clip forwarded by friend last week. The performance is amazing and the song as well.  Rob Skoro's “In Line” was featured in the April 29th episode of the CW’s Vampire  Diaries.   Here is his website :&lt;span class="description"&gt; www.robertskoro.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ISFmWpexS5g&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ISFmWpexS5g&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your address hangs on my wall&lt;br /&gt;And I've got nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;To remember you by&lt;br /&gt;But I've been waiting for days on end&lt;br /&gt;For you to call&lt;br /&gt;And I never got to say good-bye&lt;br /&gt;To you, my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I swear that I can feel you&lt;br /&gt;Creeping underneath my skin&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like Heaven to me, sometimes&lt;br /&gt;But I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;Why you just can't let me in&lt;br /&gt;And I close my eyes and just let it all fall in line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we could wait a while&lt;br /&gt;Let everything have it's way&lt;br /&gt;Crack a secret, subtle smile&lt;br /&gt;And everything will be OK&lt;br /&gt;But I promise you that I won't leave you here&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't do that to myself&lt;br /&gt;And not again, not with you, my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I swear that I can feel you&lt;br /&gt;Creeping underneath my skin&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like Heaven to me, sometimes&lt;br /&gt;But I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;Why you just can't let me in&lt;br /&gt;And I close my eyes and just let it all fall in line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just let it all&lt;br /&gt;Let it all fall in line&lt;br /&gt;And just let it all&lt;br /&gt;Let it all fall in line&lt;br /&gt;And just let it all&lt;br /&gt;Let it all fall in line&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/3002429140515526374-3639752729655900096?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3639752729655900096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=3639752729655900096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/3639752729655900096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/3639752729655900096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2010/06/fall-in-line-by-robert-skoro.html' title='Fall in line - by Robert Skoro..'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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-3002429140515526374.post-5615470832939211684</id><published>2010-05-29T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T18:27:52.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard to say I'm Sorry....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yh9cNYlmXEY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yh9cNYlmXEY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs a little time away&lt;br /&gt;I've heard her say&lt;br /&gt;From each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even lovers need a holiday&lt;br /&gt;Far away from each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for me to say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to stay&lt;br /&gt;And after all that you've been through&lt;br /&gt;I will make it up to you&lt;br /&gt;I promise you, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all thats been said and done&lt;br /&gt;You're just the part of me I can't let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't stand to be kept away&lt;br /&gt;Not for a day&lt;br /&gt;From your body&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't want to be swept away&lt;br /&gt;Far away from the one that I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for me to say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now&lt;br /&gt;I really want to tell you I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I could never let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all that we've been through&lt;br /&gt;I will make it up to you&lt;br /&gt;I promise you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all that's been said and done&lt;br /&gt;You're just a part of me I can't let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't let go.&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/3002429140515526374-5615470832939211684?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5615470832939211684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=5615470832939211684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/5615470832939211684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/5615470832939211684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2010/05/hard-to-say-im-sorry.html' title='Hard to say I&apos;m Sorry....'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002429140515526374.post-2598690724005530445</id><published>2010-05-03T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T18:26:57.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love will keep Us Alive... - Eagles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_jrgLVPkQoY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_jrgLVPkQoY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was standing&lt;br /&gt;All alone against the world outside&lt;br /&gt;You were searching&lt;br /&gt;For a place to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost and lonely&lt;br /&gt;Now you've given me the will to survive&lt;br /&gt;When we're hungry...love will keep us alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you worry&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you've just gotta let it ride&lt;br /&gt;The world is changing&lt;br /&gt;Right before your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Now I've found you&lt;br /&gt;There's no more emptiness inside&lt;br /&gt;When we're hungry...love will keep us alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would die for you&lt;br /&gt;Climb the highest mountain&lt;br /&gt;Baby, there's nothing I wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was standing&lt;br /&gt;All alone against the world outside&lt;br /&gt;You were searching&lt;br /&gt;For a place to hide&lt;br /&gt;Lost and lonely&lt;br /&gt;Now you've given me the will to survive&lt;br /&gt;When we're hungry...love will keep us alive&lt;br /&gt;When we're hungry...love will keep us alive&lt;br /&gt;When we're hungry...love will keep us alive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-2598690724005530445?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2598690724005530445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=2598690724005530445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/2598690724005530445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/2598690724005530445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-will-keep-us-alive-eagles.html' title='Love will keep Us Alive... - Eagles'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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-3002429140515526374.post-196929123740240691</id><published>2010-04-05T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:59:02.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you miss me like i miss you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Do you miss me like i miss you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Thats the question i have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i  remember the fun times, yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I miss talking to u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It was you who  always seemed to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It was like i could tell u anything and  everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I miss that....... I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Its been awhile since i  talked to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yes i still love u, always will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But do u miss me  like i miss u?                                                                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                                                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                                                                                                                                            - Alaina Gubbin -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-196929123740240691?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/196929123740240691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=196929123740240691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/196929123740240691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/196929123740240691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2010/04/do-you-miss-me-like-i-miss-you.html' title='Do you miss me like i miss you?'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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-3002429140515526374.post-7632038943658848694</id><published>2010-03-01T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T21:20:30.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It makes its way itself..!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Valentine's day passed two weeks back, on this occasion, would like to share few facts about love. In fact, it is a feeling which can't be explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- It is always Unconditional without any expectations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- It does not have any boundaries.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- It requires sacrifice of self, desires, and almost everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- It provides strong will power, confidence &amp;amp; happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Controlling the feelings or blocking can be harmful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- It is an eternal feeling which always stays forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- In most of the cases, alarm of Love rings late..!!! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Falling in love indirectly helps to restore the nervous system and improves the lover's memory.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- At times, it makes people crazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- You always feel short of time when you are with him/her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- No need to tell, he/she will get it without saying it.&lt;/p&gt;- Love always makes its way itself..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thats what this song says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jinko.. jinko bhi, milna hai likha, Ishq milwayega,&lt;br /&gt;Door door se dhoond dhoond ke,Pass le aayega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahin bhi jaake chuppo, ishq wahin aayega,&lt;br /&gt;Kitna bhi na na karo utthah ke le jaayega&lt;br /&gt;Maano ya na maano, yeh saari hi duniya&lt;br /&gt;Isi ke dum pe chale.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J0QjAt9nnHY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J0QjAt9nnHY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="justify"&gt;so what you are waiting for..? pick up a phone or send an email...!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-7632038943658848694?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7632038943658848694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=7632038943658848694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/7632038943658848694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/7632038943658848694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-makes-its-way-itself.html' title='It makes its way itself..!!!'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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-3002429140515526374.post-6300873835308411821</id><published>2010-02-08T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T19:35:51.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(500) Days of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Narrator: This is a story of boy meets girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The boy, Tom Hansen of Margate, New Jersey, grew up believing that he'd never truly be happy until the day he met the one. This belief stemmed from early exposure to sad British pop music and a total mis-reading of the movie 'The Graduate'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The girl, Summer Finn of Shinnecock, Michigan, did not share this belief. Since the disintegration of her parent's marriage she'd only love two things. The first was her long dark hair. The second was how easily she could cut it off and not feel a thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tom meets Summer on January 8th. He knows almost immediately she is who he has been searching for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a story of boy meets girl, but you should know upfront, this is not a love story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0330687/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: What happens when you fall in love? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0221046/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: You believe in that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0330687/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: It's love, it's not Santa Claus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0330687/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: It's official. I'm in love with Summer. [while Montage of Summer plays] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0330687/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: I love her smile. I love her hair. I love her knees. I love how she licks her lips before she talks. I love her heart-shaped birthmark on her neck. I love it when she sleeps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1656122/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Partygoer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: So Tom, what is it that you do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0330687/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: I uh, I write greeting cards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0221046/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: Tom could be a really great architect if he wanted to be.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1656122/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Partygoer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: That's unusual, I mean, what made you go from one to the other? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0330687/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: I guess I just figured, why make something disposable like a building when you can make something that last forever, like a greeting card. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0034309/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;McKenzie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: Hey, don't you have like 20 cards to write by Friday? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0330687/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: Nope, all done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0034309/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;McKenzie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: Really? Well, could you help me with mine? Because I'm running out of ways to say "Congratulations". So far, I've got: "Congrats", "Good job" and "Well done". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0330687/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: Hmmm. How about..."Every day you make me proud. But today you get a card." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0034309/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;McKenzie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: Shit, that's good! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0330687/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0330687/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: This is lies. We are liars. Think about it. Why do people buy cards? It's not because they want to say how they feel. People buy cards because they can't say they feel or are afraid to. And we provide the service that let's them off the hook. You know what? I say to hell with it. Let's level with America. Or at least let them speak for themselves. Right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0330687/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: People should be able to say how they feel - how they really feel - not, you know, some words that some strangers put in their mouths. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0569501/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Narrator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: As he listened, Tom began to realize that these stories weren't routinely told. These were stories one had to earn. He could feel the wall coming down. He wondered if anyone else had made it this far. Which is why the next six words changed everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0221046/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: I've never told anybody that before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0330687/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: I guess I'm not just anybody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The style of film is presented in a nonlinear narrative as it jumps from various days withing the 500 day span of Tom and Summer's relationship. Each scene is introduced using a title card showing which of the 500 days it is. Tom is a guy who has a beliefe that there is something like love and he is going to meet such girl in his life. Summer, on other hand, do not believe in true love and do not want to have boy friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After brokeup with Summer, Tom enters a deep depression, only leaving his apartment for alcohol and junk food. After a few days, he returns to work hungover and quits his job. He sets about re-applying himself to architecture, makes a list of firms, and begins to attend interviews.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On day 488, Summer sees Tom at his favorite spot in the city and they talk. Tom states his lack of understanding towards her actions but ultimately, wishes Summer well. Twelve days later, on Wednesday, May 23, he attends a job interview and meets a girl, who is also applying for the same job. Before entering the interview, he makes a date to have coffee with her afterward. He asks her for her name, and she replies, "Autumn".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Overall (500) Days of Summer is a 2009 romantic-drama-comedy film. It was written by Scott Neustadter and Michael H. Weber, directed by Marc Webb, produced by Mark Waters, and stars Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Zooey Deschanel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The film was originally set in San Francisco but was later moved to Los Angeles and the script rewritten to make better use of the location. Buildings used include the Los Angeles Music Center and the towers of California Plaza. The older Fine Arts Building is featured in the film, in a scene where Tom shows it to Summer, describes it as "his favorite building" and mentions its builders, Walker and Eisen.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Hawthorne of the Los Angeles Times describes the film as having "finely honed sense of taste" to include the Bradbury Building where Tom goes for his job interview. The famous building has been used for many films before but is probably most famous for "Blade Runner".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are the my two most favourite scene from this movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A.Tom and Summer visiting Ikea store. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:mtv.com:394087" width="400" height="249" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="configParams=type%3Dnormal%26vid%3D394087%26uri%3Dmgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A394087%26startUri=mgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A394087" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" base="."&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;B.When Tom visits Summer's party, his expectations vs reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="249" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.46"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=13912766&amp;amp;vid=5275322&amp;amp;lang=en-us&amp;amp;intl=us&amp;amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//l.yimg.com/a/p/i/bcst/yahoomovies/8954/87209025.jpg&amp;amp;embed=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.46" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="512" height="322" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#000000" flashvars="id=13912766&amp;vid=5275322&amp;lang=en-us&amp;intl=us&amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//l.yimg.com/a/p/i/bcst/yahoomovies/8954/87209025.jpg&amp;embed=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-6300873835308411821?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6300873835308411821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=6300873835308411821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/6300873835308411821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/6300873835308411821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2010/02/500-days-of-summer.html' title='(500) Days of Summer'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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-3002429140515526374.post-1697006146177727904</id><published>2010-01-08T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T04:26:54.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devdas - Selected Scenes..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always wanted to have selected scenes of Devdas. Finally today, i was able to do that. By doing this, i learnt basic thing of editing video. Here is the playlists for all the scenes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/p/C7E74FCBD5372122&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/p/C7E74FCBD5372122&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-1697006146177727904?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1697006146177727904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=1697006146177727904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/1697006146177727904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/1697006146177727904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2010/01/devdas-selected-scenes.html' title='Devdas - Selected Scenes..'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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-3002429140515526374.post-234919120170459801</id><published>2010-01-01T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T11:01:52.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange &amp; Beautiful - Aqualung</title><content type='html'>Happy 2010 to everyone...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched '(500) days of summer' again and was searching for its soundtracks online. And i found this nice music video - Strange &amp;amp; Beautiful by Aqualung made with this movie clips. [ this clip no longer exist on youtube (: ] Will plan to write about that movie next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k8z-M0q_hbA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k8z-M0q_hbA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I've been watching your world from afar,&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to be where you are,&lt;br /&gt;And I've been secretly falling apart,&lt;br /&gt;I'll see.&lt;br /&gt;To me, you're strange and you're beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;You'd be so perfect with me but you just can't see,&lt;br /&gt;You turn every head but you don't see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll put a spell on you,&lt;br /&gt;You'll fall asleep and I'll put a spell on you.&lt;br /&gt;And when I wake you,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the first thing you see,&lt;br /&gt;And you'll realise that you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, the last thing you want comes in first,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, the frist thing you want never comes,&lt;br /&gt;And I know, the waiting is all you can do,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll put a spell on you,&lt;br /&gt;You'll fall asleep,&lt;br /&gt;I'll put a spell on you,&lt;br /&gt;And when I wake you,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the first thing you see,&lt;br /&gt;And you'll realise that you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll put a spell on you,&lt;br /&gt;You'll fall asleep 'cos I'll put a spell on you,&lt;br /&gt;And when I wake you,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the first thing you see,&lt;br /&gt;And you'll realise that you love me, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah... yeah... yeah... yeah...&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/3002429140515526374-234919120170459801?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-3002429140515526374.post-379107485813647697</id><published>2009-11-18T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T23:13:01.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Koi Fariyaad...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Koyi fariyaad tere dil mein dabi ho jaise&lt;br /&gt;Tune aankhon se koyi baat kahi ho jaise&lt;br /&gt;Jaagte jaagte ek umr kati ho jaise&lt;br /&gt;Jaan baaki baaki hai magar saas ruki ho jaise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaanta hoon aapko sahare ki zarurat nahin&lt;br /&gt;Main sirf saath dene aaya hoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Har mulaakat pe mehsoos yehi hota hai&lt;br /&gt;Mujhse kuch teri nazar pooch rahi ho jaise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raah chalte huve aksar yeh ghumaan hota hai&lt;br /&gt;Woh nazar chupke mujhe dekh rahi ho jaise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek lamhe mein simat aaya hai sadiyon ka safar&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi tej bahut tej chali ho jaise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is tarah pehron tujhe sochta rahta hoon main&lt;br /&gt;Meri har saas tere naam likhi ho jaise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koyi fariyaad tere dil mein dabi ho jaise&lt;br /&gt;Tune aankhon se koyi baat kahi ho jaise&lt;br /&gt;Jaagte jaagte ek umr kati ho jaise&lt;br /&gt;Jaan baaki baaki hai magar saas ruki ho jaise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-379107485813647697?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/379107485813647697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=379107485813647697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/379107485813647697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/379107485813647697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/koi-fariyaad.html' title='Koi Fariyaad...!'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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-3002429140515526374.post-501991967744258455</id><published>2009-10-07T23:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T23:26:09.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna go home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Home"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another summer day&lt;br /&gt;Has come and gone away&lt;br /&gt;In Paris and Rome&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be surrounded by&lt;br /&gt;A million people I&lt;br /&gt;Still feel all alone&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I miss you, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you&lt;br /&gt;Each one a line or two&lt;br /&gt;“I’m fine baby, how are you?”&lt;br /&gt;Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough&lt;br /&gt;My words were cold and flat&lt;br /&gt;And you deserve more than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another aeroplane&lt;br /&gt;Another sunny place&lt;br /&gt;I’m lucky, I know&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, I’ve got to go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;I’m just too far from where you are&lt;br /&gt;I wanna come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life&lt;br /&gt;It’s like I just stepped outside&lt;br /&gt;When everything was going right&lt;br /&gt;And I know just why you could not&lt;br /&gt;Come along with me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this was not your dream&lt;br /&gt;But you always believed in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another winter day has come&lt;br /&gt;And gone away&lt;br /&gt;In even Paris and Rome&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m surrounded by&lt;br /&gt;A million people I&lt;br /&gt;Still feel all alone&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let me go home&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I miss you, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had my run&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I’m done&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go home&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;It will all be all right&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be home tonight&lt;br /&gt;I’m coming back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-501991967744258455?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/501991967744258455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=501991967744258455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/501991967744258455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/501991967744258455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wanna-go-home.html' title='I wanna go home...'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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-3002429140515526374.post-4929474222344876771</id><published>2009-02-26T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T23:10:25.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Je t'aime tant - I Love You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SaeRkyzfFJI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ndxBRYA26Pk/s1600-h/juliedelpy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SaeRkyzfFJI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ndxBRYA26Pk/s200/juliedelpy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307370747178456210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie Delpy (born December 21, 1969) is a French/American actress, Academy Award-nominated screenwriter, and occasional singer. She studied filmmaking at New York University's Tisch School of the Arts, and has directed, written, and acted in more than 30 films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delpy is also a musical artist. She released a self-titled CD in 2003. Three tracks from the album, "A Waltz For A Night", "An Ocean Apart" and "Je t'aime tant" were featured in Before Sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are lyrics of Je t'aime tant with translation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu me suis tu me souris dans la nuit tu me seduis&lt;br /&gt;YOU FOLLOW ME, YOU MAKE ME SMILE IN THE NIGHT THAT YOU SEDUCED ME(?)&lt;br /&gt;Je sais que tu sais que je ne sais plus qui je suis&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW THAT YOU KNOW THAT I NO LONGER KNOW WHO I AM&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime tant, je t'aime tant pourtant&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU A LOT, I LOVE YOU NEVERTHELESS&lt;br /&gt;Comme le temps qui passe et ment j'attends&lt;br /&gt;LIKE THE TIME THAT PASSES AND LIES, I WAIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toujours perdante tu me tourmentes&lt;br /&gt;ALWAYS LOSING, YOU TORMENT ME&lt;br /&gt;Et tes desirs me prirent pour me detruire&lt;br /&gt;AND YOUR DESIRES BROUGHT ME TO DESTRUCTION&lt;br /&gt;Je prends un certain plaisr a souffrir&lt;br /&gt;I TAKE A CERTAIN PLEASURE IN SUFFERING&lt;br /&gt;A me punir a me repentir&lt;br /&gt;PUNISHING ME MAKES ME REPENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toujours soumise tu me meprises tu me rejettes tu me maltraites&lt;br /&gt;ALWAYS, YOU TOOK ME YOU REJECTED ME YOU MISTREATED ME&lt;br /&gt;Douleur et desir sont synonymes de mon plaisir&lt;br /&gt;PAIN AND DESIRE ARE SYNONYMS OF MY PLEASURE&lt;br /&gt;Je m'abandonne aux hommes sans souci ni tourment&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE ABANDONED THE MEN WITHOUT CONCERN NOR AGONY&lt;br /&gt;Je me suis perdue sans retenue pour un jeune homme&lt;br /&gt;I AM LOST WITHOUT THE SEARCH OF A YOUNG MAN (?)&lt;br /&gt;Un peu hors de la norme&lt;br /&gt;A LITTLE OUTSIDE OF THE NORM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu me cherches tu me guettes tu me tiens et je me sens bien&lt;br /&gt;YOU LOOK FOR ME, YOU WAIT FOR ME, YOU HOLD ME AND I FEEL GOOD&lt;br /&gt;Tu me prends si lentement je desapprends&lt;br /&gt;YOU TAKE ME SO SLOWLY (?)&lt;br /&gt;Puis tu me rends mon tourment&lt;br /&gt;THEN RETURN ME TO MY AGONY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je serai ce qui te plait la lumiere sur ta peau&lt;br /&gt;I WILL BE THE ONE THAT PLEASES YOU ..THE LIGHT ON YOUR SKIN&lt;br /&gt;Celle qui t'attend a la porte&lt;br /&gt;THE ONE THAT WAITS FOR YOU AT THE DOOR&lt;br /&gt;Et celle qui peu importe je serai ce que tu veux&lt;br /&gt;AND THE ONE THAT DOESN'T CARE, I WILL BE WHAT YOU WANT&lt;br /&gt;La sueur sur ton front la brise dans tes cheveux&lt;br /&gt;THE SWEAT ON YOUR FOREHEAD BREAKS IN YOUR HAIR&lt;br /&gt;Ou celle qui te brisera le cou&lt;br /&gt;OR THE ONE THAT WILL BREAK YOUR NECK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je te souris je te nuis je t'aime, je t'aime&lt;br /&gt;I SMILE FOR YOU, I HURT YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;Je te detruis je te tiens et tu viens&lt;br /&gt;I DESTROY YOU AND I HOLD YOU. AND YOU COME&lt;br /&gt;Tout est bien qui finit bien&lt;br /&gt;ALL IS WELL THAT ENDS WELL&lt;br /&gt;Tu sais que je sais que tu ne sais plus qui tu es&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW THAT I KNOW THAT YOU NO LONGER KNOW WHO YOU ARE.&lt;br /&gt;Depuis que tu t'adonnes a nos petits jeux hors de la norme&lt;br /&gt;SINCE YOU HAVE DEVOTED YOURSELF TO OUR LITTLE GAME, A BIT OUTSIDE THE NORM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je te plais tu me plais&lt;br /&gt;I PLEASE YOU, YOU PLEASE ME&lt;br /&gt;Nous sommes les amants du tourment&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE THE LOVERS OF AGONY&lt;br /&gt;La nuit nous tuons l'ennui l'amour toujours nous suit&lt;br /&gt;THE NIGHT KILLS US THE BOREDOM THE LOVE ALWAYS FOLLOW US&lt;br /&gt;L'amour toujours nous fuit, l'amour toujours nous detruit&lt;br /&gt;LOVE ALWAYS ESCAPES US, LOVE ALWAYS DESTROYS US&lt;br /&gt;Comme la pluie et l'oubli comme des cris dans la nuit&lt;br /&gt;LIKE THE RAIN AND THE FORGETFULNESS LIKE CRIES IN THE NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime tant je t'aime tant pourtant&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU A LOT. I LOVE YOU A LOT, NEVERTHELESS&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime tant, je t'aime tant&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU A LOT. I LOVE YOU A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime tant pourtant&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU A LOT, NEVERTHELESS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-4929474222344876771?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4929474222344876771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=4929474222344876771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/4929474222344876771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/4929474222344876771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/je-taime-tant-i-love-you.html' title='Je t&apos;aime tant - I Love You...'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SaeRkyzfFJI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ndxBRYA26Pk/s72-c/juliedelpy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002429140515526374.post-7089660532111746757</id><published>2009-02-20T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T02:10:05.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;(Translated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fled to a different place&lt;br /&gt;So quickly&lt;br /&gt;The farthest away and I succeeded&lt;br /&gt;I am in Paris&lt;br /&gt;Lit candles&lt;br /&gt;Gray and foggy&lt;br /&gt;I am happy and it`s good for me&lt;br /&gt;And it`s so good for me&lt;br /&gt;In Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wander around&lt;br /&gt;In enchanting narrow alleys&lt;br /&gt;I am spellbound&lt;br /&gt;It sucks me in I am&lt;br /&gt;In Paris&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful buildings&lt;br /&gt;They are old&lt;br /&gt;And so very noble&lt;br /&gt;But the country lights me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm...&lt;br /&gt;Fair from my house in Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came here&lt;br /&gt;A bit disenchanted&lt;br /&gt;This beautiful illusion of mine&lt;br /&gt;A trial to catch up with myself in Paris&lt;br /&gt;Again I disappear&lt;br /&gt;A sad dream&lt;br /&gt;I am famous already&lt;br /&gt;And they hear me here&lt;br /&gt;In Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now your voice&lt;br /&gt;It whispers to me from far away&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Come return to me&lt;br /&gt;Already from Paris&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;And...Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm...&lt;br /&gt;Far from my love in Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The country is so good to me here&lt;br /&gt;So why do I cry and get upset?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am happy&lt;br /&gt;So why do I cry at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you...from Paris&lt;br /&gt;Mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun wakes me up&lt;br /&gt;From the window&lt;br /&gt;And I feel the warmth a little more already&lt;br /&gt;Mmm...&lt;br /&gt;The plane lands&lt;br /&gt;And there aren`t any&lt;br /&gt;Lush and trickling clouds&lt;br /&gt;I`m back again&lt;br /&gt;Shalom Paris...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yael Naim-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-7089660532111746757?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7089660532111746757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=7089660532111746757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/7089660532111746757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/7089660532111746757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/paris.html' title='Paris ...'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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-3002429140515526374.post-1467007729587135715</id><published>2008-12-27T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T07:49:36.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged...!!!</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by mysticalme..  as a chain reaction... :). This is something which i usually don't do.. That's why it took longer than expected. Rules are very simple and i made them more simpler... answer the question with image.. i removed few questions which might not be required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;1.The age you will be in your next birthday:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If it is about mental age, I am in still in my twenties... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SVY4iVZPb7I/AAAAAAAAAMU/gSl0zPk9Xlg/s1600-h/20twenty_sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SVY4iVZPb7I/AAAAAAAAAMU/gSl0zPk9Xlg/s200/20twenty_sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284473375275577266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;2. A place you’d like to travel to:&lt;/span&gt; Athens, Greece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SVY5vIBSJOI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ItP1gBt9Dcg/s1600-h/athens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 90px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SVY5vIBSJOI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ItP1gBt9Dcg/s200/athens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284474694535357666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;3.Your Favorite place:&lt;/span&gt;  My native.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SVY-N9f58AI/AAAAAAAAANE/dI9tFu2WtY0/s1600-h/rajkot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SVY-N9f58AI/AAAAAAAAANE/dI9tFu2WtY0/s200/rajkot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284479622333460482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;4. Your favorite food/drink: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Traditional Gujarati thali with mango pulp :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SVY6yU9FiJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/fzLBIAJCt3s/s1600-h/thali.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 90px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SVY6yU9FiJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/fzLBIAJCt3s/s200/thali.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284475849058650258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i also love Veggie Burrito bowl from Chipotle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SVY6_BkcKyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/cxWEnwOVh8Q/s1600-h/chipotle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SVY6_BkcKyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/cxWEnwOVh8Q/s200/chipotle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284476067193301794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can drink anything which is not  non-alcoholic....lol... except i don't like wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SVY8fatdSQI/AAAAAAAAAM8/hj7_08S6DOM/s1600-h/spirits.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 90px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SVY8fatdSQI/AAAAAAAAAM8/hj7_08S6DOM/s200/spirits.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284477723209451778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SVY8DEAMf7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/8NCOynrb7cg/s1600-h/cocktails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SVY8DEAMf7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/8NCOynrb7cg/s200/cocktails.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284477236077690802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Your all time favorite song&lt;/span&gt;: There are plenty.. so here are the samples from all three languages i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.Tara vina Shyam mane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" src="http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/484a2790-e5c7-4698-8d8b-60b4fc843314&amp;amp;theName=Atul Purohit - Tara Vina Shyam&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf" height="60" width="228"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. Apni aankhon ke samandar me.. by Jagjit Singh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px;"&gt;&lt;object height="75" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/uTWCW_lXkq/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/uTWCW_lXkq/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="75" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. Hotel California... by Eagles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" scale="noscale" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.esnips.com//3rd/flvplayer/esnips_flvplayer12.swf" flashvars="linkfromdisplay=true&amp;amp;height=300&amp;amp;width=400&amp;amp;xmlURL=http://www.esnips.com//flashxml/1/64e56b3f-0f1a-4694-af08-c20bbd4209b3&amp;amp;autostart=false&amp;amp;image=http://www.esnips.com/http://docthumb0.esnips.com/imageable/medium/64e56b3f-0f1a-4694-af08-c20bbd4209b3/?du=927a75bf-e022-428f-84b4-7bffd70666f6&amp;amp;uu=1d606136-96f0-4067-9ad5-ff26c34a8dda&amp;amp;dt=1191906209000&amp;amp;fu=c8391cee-21e3-4106-8a19-a3e2710fa49f" height="200" width="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;6. Full name of your significant other:&lt;/span&gt; hey... don't be so curious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SVZL6-p8usI/AAAAAAAAANM/0u5QVrgvBuQ/s1600-h/R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SVZL6-p8usI/AAAAAAAAANM/0u5QVrgvBuQ/s200/R.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284494689389296322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;7. The town in which you live in&lt;/span&gt;: Bay Area, CA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SVZMRBJKSXI/AAAAAAAAANU/_U8-IwamsJw/s1600-h/bayareamap.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 94px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SVZMRBJKSXI/AAAAAAAAANU/_U8-IwamsJw/s200/bayareamap.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284495068014201202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;8. Your Dream Job:&lt;/span&gt; Becoming an entrepreneur in Silicon Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SVZMjuI38uI/AAAAAAAAANc/Ze7qbmAe5xg/s1600-h/Anatomy+of+Entreperneur.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SVZMjuI38uI/AAAAAAAAANc/Ze7qbmAe5xg/s200/Anatomy+of+Entreperneur.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284495389330240226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;9: Bad Habit you have:&lt;/span&gt; I am too much positive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SVZNAYRv3OI/AAAAAAAAANk/bw21l_nLCRM/s1600-h/thinkpositive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SVZNAYRv3OI/AAAAAAAAANk/bw21l_nLCRM/s200/thinkpositive.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284495881678085346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;10. Your worst fear:&lt;/span&gt;  Loosing  job.... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SVZNX7AHjDI/AAAAAAAAANs/jew0UDiYmMk/s1600-h/recession.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 75px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SVZNX7AHjDI/AAAAAAAAANs/jew0UDiYmMk/s200/recession.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284496286136372274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;11. The one thing you’ll like to do before you die:&lt;/span&gt; meet someone in mumbai (why most of the people wants to go to mumbai ??? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SVZOEjW9UsI/AAAAAAAAAN0/yJQzvqhvs-4/s1600-h/mumbai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 75px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SVZOEjW9UsI/AAAAAAAAAN0/yJQzvqhvs-4/s200/mumbai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284497052883833538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-1467007729587135715?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1467007729587135715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=1467007729587135715' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/1467007729587135715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/1467007729587135715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-been-taged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged...!!!'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SVY4iVZPb7I/AAAAAAAAAMU/gSl0zPk9Xlg/s72-c/20twenty_sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002429140515526374.post-8492216057121234832</id><published>2008-10-22T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T02:39:25.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Dreams...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you more than life itself&lt;br /&gt;But I'm afraid to love.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is like the fragile wings&lt;br /&gt;Of a tiny little dove.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm scared to get too close.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I can't win.&lt;br /&gt;You'll love me for a little while&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll set me free again.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've lived so long on hopes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can trust my heart,&lt;br /&gt;For it belongs to you.    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know you'll only hurt me&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I still keep running back.&lt;br /&gt;Between the paths of our hearts&lt;br /&gt;There's a worn and beaten track.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;You've got my heart held on a string.&lt;br /&gt;It's breaking right in two.&lt;br /&gt;Enough belongs to me -to hurt-&lt;br /&gt;The rest belongs to you.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know that somewhere in your heart&lt;br /&gt;There is a place for me.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know how to find it&lt;br /&gt;And there's no way to make you see.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can only hope that someday&lt;br /&gt;You'll wake up and you'll find,&lt;br /&gt;That while my heart belongs to yours,&lt;br /&gt;Yours, too, belongs to mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;--Tamra L. Noe--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-8492216057121234832?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8492216057121234832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=8492216057121234832' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/8492216057121234832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/8492216057121234832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-you-more-than-life-itself-but-im.html' title='Broken Dreams...'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002429140515526374.post-2897951078456548913</id><published>2008-10-03T04:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T04:17:19.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SOX-_6TO9wI/AAAAAAAAAJU/gB6-xorn0DM/s1600-h/be-yourself.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SOX-_6TO9wI/AAAAAAAAAJU/gB6-xorn0DM/s200/be-yourself.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252884914332694274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be Yourself. Everyone else is already taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Oscar Wilde--&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/3002429140515526374-2897951078456548913?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2897951078456548913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=2897951078456548913' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/2897951078456548913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/2897951078456548913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/quote-of-week.html' title='Quote of the Week'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SOX-_6TO9wI/AAAAAAAAAJU/gB6-xorn0DM/s72-c/be-yourself.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002429140515526374.post-438144795453989547</id><published>2008-09-23T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T04:34:07.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories &amp; Feelings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SNnv8yrlf5I/AAAAAAAAAJM/gbfVIulYJ6s/s1600-h/The-Color-of-Memories.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SNnv8yrlf5I/AAAAAAAAAJM/gbfVIulYJ6s/s200/The-Color-of-Memories.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249490668352798610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last week, I suddenly recalled heartbeat music of Kal Ho Na Ho and it activated many other cells in the  brain. In this rush of life, we use to forget so many important things! And when we recall old memories, we get back there, in those days and can feel the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is strange but true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm OK, You're OK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, by Thomas A. Harris is one of the most successful self-help books ever published. It offers a practical guide to Transactional Analysis as a tool for solving problems in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The body of the book starts with the observation that historic attempts to understand human nature have long recognised that individual personalities have multiple facets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Harris suggests that the pioneering work of brain surgeon Wilder Penfield in uncovering the neurological basis of memory could offer complementary insights grounded in observable reality. Specifically, Harris highlights reports of Wilder’s experiments stimulating small areas of the brains of conscious patients undergoing brain surgery. Though the patients were conscious that they were on the operating table, the stimulation also caused them to recall specific past events in vivid detail – not just facts of the event but as a vivid "reliving" of "what the patient saw and heard and felt and understood" when the memory was laid down. Based on these experiments, Harris postulates that the brain records past experiences like a  tape recorder, in such a way that it is subsequently possible to relive past experiences with all their original emotional intensity.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Harris continues by linking his interpretation of Wilder’s experiments to the work of Eric Berne, whose model of psychotherapy is based on the idea that emotionally intense memories from childhood are ever-present in adults. Their influence can be understood by carefully analysing the verbal and non-verbal interchanges (‘transactions’) between people, hence Berne’s name for his model: &lt;i&gt;Transactional Analysis&lt;/i&gt;. ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And I must thank Mysticalme for this beautiful poem which is most suitable for this post :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories...&lt;br /&gt;a passport to pleasent past&lt;br /&gt;in your mind you see&lt;br /&gt;streets long forgotten&lt;br /&gt;friends left behind&lt;br /&gt;faces...&lt;br /&gt;and you feel everything come alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when alone&lt;br /&gt;Memory breaks like&lt;br /&gt;coffee breaks&lt;br /&gt;bring peace to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They...&lt;br /&gt;are like lifelines&lt;br /&gt;which uplifts you&lt;br /&gt;on dark gloomy days&lt;br /&gt;making you&lt;br /&gt;re-experience everything&lt;br /&gt;at times so vivid&lt;br /&gt;recreating all the emotions&lt;br /&gt;that went with the moment.&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/3002429140515526374-438144795453989547?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/438144795453989547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=438144795453989547' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/438144795453989547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/438144795453989547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/memories-feelings.html' title='Memories &amp; Feelings...'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SNnv8yrlf5I/AAAAAAAAAJM/gbfVIulYJ6s/s72-c/The-Color-of-Memories.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002429140515526374.post-8801680792923994395</id><published>2008-09-10T03:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T23:27:36.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blueberry Nights...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SMeeMS6lPGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/E7OvnjqYmks/s1600-h/my_blueberry_nights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244334225169398882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SMeeMS6lPGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/E7OvnjqYmks/s200/my_blueberry_nights.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;If you are in the mood for a light romantic movie, this is the perfect movie for you. It has lots of soothing blues music that makes this movie perfect for a Sunday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a story of a woman who takes the long route instead of the short one to meet up with the man she loves. After a rough break-up, Elizabeth sets out on a journey across America, leaving behind a life of memories, a dream and a soulful new friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="DISPLAY: inline" id="movie_synopsis_blurb"&gt;This is the first English-language film of well-known Hong Kong director Wong Kar-wai starring Norah Jones, Jude Law &amp;amp; Natalie Portman&lt;/span&gt;. This film was presented for the opening of the Cannes Film Festival in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Here are some quotes from the movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Elizabeth : I guess I'm just looking for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jeremy : From my observations, sometimes it's better off not knowing, and other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;times there's no reason to be found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Elizabeth : Everything has a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jeremy : Hmm. It's like these pies and cakes. At the end of every night, the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cheese cake and the apple pie are always completely gone. The peach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cobbler and the chocolate mousse cake are nearly finished... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but there's always a whole blueberry pie left untouched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Elizabeth : So what's wrong with the blueberry pie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jeremy : There's nothing wrong with the blueberry pie. Just... people make other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;choices. You can't blame the blueberry pie, just... no one wants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Elizabeth: How do you say goodbye to someone you can't imagine living without? I didn't say goodbye. I didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; say anything. I just walked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear Jeremy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the last few days, I've been learning how to not trust people and I'm glad I failed. Sometimes we depend on other people as a mirror to define us and tell us who we are, and each reflection makes me like myself a little more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Elizabeth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Katya: Sometimes, even if you have the keys those doors still can't be opened. Can they?&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy: Even if the door is open, the person you're looking for may not be there, Katya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It took me nearly a year to get here. It wasn't so hard to cross that street after all. It all depends on who's waiting for you on the other side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jeremy: "A few years ago, I had a dream. It began in the summer and was over by the following spring. In between, there were as many unhappy nights as there were happy days. Most of them took place in this cafe. And then one night, a door slammed and the dream was over."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-8801680792923994395?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8801680792923994395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=8801680792923994395' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/8801680792923994395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/8801680792923994395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-blueberry-nights.html' title='My Blueberry Nights...'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SMeeMS6lPGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/E7OvnjqYmks/s72-c/my_blueberry_nights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002429140515526374.post-1731977157674101230</id><published>2008-08-21T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:19:18.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SK1iqQeL3oI/AAAAAAAAAI8/2unnyQbTAEI/s1600-h/cigar-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SK1iqQeL3oI/AAAAAAAAAI8/2unnyQbTAEI/s200/cigar-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236950419817356930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love is like a Cigar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts with fire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continues with smoke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ends in ashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry - We are chain smokers..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On this note, I must not forget one of my favt song from Tashan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apni to baat magar kuch nirali hai, Apne to khoon mein ishq ki laali hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mp3yug.com/Music/Tashan/09.%20Tashan%20Mein_files/09.%20Tashan%20Mein.mp3" autostart="false" type="audio/mpeg" height="45" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-1731977157674101230?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1731977157674101230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=1731977157674101230' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/1731977157674101230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/1731977157674101230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-is.html' title='Love is...'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SK1iqQeL3oI/AAAAAAAAAI8/2unnyQbTAEI/s72-c/cigar-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002429140515526374.post-2498402470788447673</id><published>2008-08-14T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T18:24:50.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What if...</title><content type='html'>This is a soundtrack of Christmas Carol: The Movie, which reached #1 in Ireland and #6 in the UK, performed  by Kate Winslet. The video has been made with clips from the official music video and from Titanic by a guy called Clifton,15,living in South Carolina, US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/01izhOT-RPk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/01izhOT-RPk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I stand alone&lt;br /&gt;With this weight upon my heart&lt;br /&gt;And it will not go away&lt;br /&gt;In my head I keep on looking back&lt;br /&gt;Right back to the start&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what it was that made you change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I tried&lt;br /&gt;But I had to draw the line&lt;br /&gt;And still this question keeps on spinning in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I had never let you go&lt;br /&gt;Would you be the man I used to know&lt;br /&gt;If I'd stayed&lt;br /&gt;If you'd tried&lt;br /&gt;If we could only turn back time&lt;br /&gt;But I guess we'll never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many roads to take&lt;br /&gt;Some to joy&lt;br /&gt;Some to heart-ache&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can lose their way&lt;br /&gt;And if I said that we could turn it back&lt;br /&gt;Right back to the start&lt;br /&gt;Would you take the chance and make the change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think how it would have been sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Do you pray that I'd never left your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I had never let you go&lt;br /&gt;Would you be the man I used to know&lt;br /&gt;If I'd stayed&lt;br /&gt;If you'd tried&lt;br /&gt;If we could only turn back time&lt;br /&gt;But I guess we'll never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only we could turn the hands of time&lt;br /&gt;If I could take you back would you still be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I tried&lt;br /&gt;But I had to draw the line&lt;br /&gt;And still this question keep on spinning in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I had never let you go&lt;br /&gt;Would you be the man I used to know&lt;br /&gt;What if I had never walked away&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I still love you more than I can say&lt;br /&gt;If I'd stayed&lt;br /&gt;If you'd tried&lt;br /&gt;If we could only turn back time&lt;br /&gt;But I guess we'll never know&lt;br /&gt;We'll never know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-2498402470788447673?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2498402470788447673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=2498402470788447673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/2498402470788447673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/2498402470788447673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2008/08/here-i-stand-alone-with-this-weight.html' title='What if...'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002429140515526374.post-2740856884429239039</id><published>2008-08-08T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T21:22:14.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the week..</title><content type='html'>The Best way to Escape from a Problem is to Solve it. - Alan Saporta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-2740856884429239039?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2740856884429239039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=2740856884429239039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/2740856884429239039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/2740856884429239039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2008/08/quote-of-week.html' title='Quote of the week..'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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-3002429140515526374.post-8698522703593859346</id><published>2008-08-08T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T00:26:25.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Small Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SJv0mvOsNuI/AAAAAAAAAIc/zAQDR-q4mLw/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SJv0mvOsNuI/AAAAAAAAAIc/zAQDR-q4mLw/s200/love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232044338471253730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl and guy were speeding over 100 mph on a motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Slow down. I am scared.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: No, this is fun.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: No, its not. Please, its too scary!&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Then tell me, you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Now give me a BIG hug. (Girl hugs him)&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Can you take my helmet off and put it on? Its bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the newspaper next day: A motorcycle had crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on the motorcycle, but only one survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his breaks broke, but he didn't want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him, felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so she would live even though it meant he would die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-8698522703593859346?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8698522703593859346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=8698522703593859346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/8698522703593859346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/8698522703593859346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2008/08/small-love-story.html' title='A Small Love Story'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SJv0mvOsNuI/AAAAAAAAAIc/zAQDR-q4mLw/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002429140515526374.post-7585681920195182970</id><published>2008-07-30T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T06:08:27.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acknowledgement..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SJBm_k9mwPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/AGV3nwGzu3k/s1600-h/Thank+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SJBm_k9mwPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/AGV3nwGzu3k/s200/Thank+you.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228792409817006322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank all my friends and family who have forwarded chain letters to me in 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007 and the half year of 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of your kindness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I stopped drinking Coca Cola after I found out that it's good for removing toilet stains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I stopped going to the movies for fear of sitting on a needle infected with AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I smell like a wet dog since I stopped using deodorants because they cause cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I don't leave my car in the parking lot or any other place and sometimes I even have to walk about 7 blocks for fear that someone will drug me with a perfume sample and try to rob me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I also stopped answering the phone for fear that they may ask me to dial a stupid number and then I get a phone bill from with calls to Uganda, Singapore and Tokyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I also stopped drinking anything out of a can for fear that I will get sick from the rat feces and urine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* When I go to parties, I don't look at any girl, no matter how hot she is, for fear that she will take me to a hotel, drug me then take my kidneys and leave me taking a nap in a bathtub full of ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I also donated all my savings to the Amy Bruce account. A sick girl that was about to die in the hospital about 7,000 times. (Poor girl! she's been 7 since 1993...)! As also a female in Bangalore whose husband was suffering from cancer and they have four children to support... And like Amy Bruce, I found that ... you know what)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I went bankrupt from bounced checks that I made expecting the $15,000 that Microsoft and AOL were supposed to send me when I participated in their special e-mail program would arrive soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* My free Nokia/Razr phone never arrived and neither did the free passes for a paid vacation to Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Made some hundred wishes before forwarding those Ganesh Vandana, Tirupathi Balaji pics etc. Now most of those 'wishes' are already married (to someone else)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMPORTANT NOTE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do not send this msg to at least 136,548,946,857 people in the next 10 seconds, something bad will happen to you today at 6:30pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-7585681920195182970?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7585681920195182970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=7585681920195182970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/7585681920195182970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/7585681920195182970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/acknowledgement.html' title='Acknowledgement..!'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SJBm_k9mwPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/AGV3nwGzu3k/s72-c/Thank+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002429140515526374.post-6735763065012993418</id><published>2008-07-17T22:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T22:19:27.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day...</title><content type='html'>Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the transition that's troublesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-6735763065012993418?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6735763065012993418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=6735763065012993418' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/6735763065012993418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/6735763065012993418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day...'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002429140515526374.post-222216256817541671</id><published>2008-07-05T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T03:37:42.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Na Hanyate...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SG9N9d6zyMI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ARoW0zWuTbo/s1600-h/itdoesnotdie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SG9N9d6zyMI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ARoW0zWuTbo/s200/itdoesnotdie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219476211544344770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precocious, a poet, a philosopher's daughter, Maitreyi Devi was sixteen years old in 1930 when Mircea Eliade came to Calcutta to study with her father. More than forty years passed before Devi read Bengal Nights, the novel Eliade had fashioned out of their encounter, only to find small details and phrases, even her given name, bringing back episodes and feelings she had spent decades trying to forget. It Does Not Die is Devi's response. In part a counter to Eliade's fantasies, the book is also a moving account of a first love fraught with cultural tensions, of false starts and lasting regrets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud of her intelligence, Maitreyi Devi's father had provided her with a fine and, for that time, remarkably liberal education -- and encouraged his brilliant foreign student, Eliade, to study with her. "We were two good exhibits in his museum," Devi writes. They were also, as it turned out, deeply taken with each other. When their secret romance was discovered, Devi's father banished the young Eliade from their home. Against a rich backdrop of life in an upper-caste Hindu household, Devi powerfully recreates the confusion of an over-educated child simultaneously confronting sex and the differences, not only between European and Indian cultures, but also between her mother's and father's view of what was right. Amid a tangle of misunderstandings, between a European man and an Indian girl, between student and teacher, husband and wife, father and daughter, she describes a romance unfolding in the face of cultural differences but finally succumbing to cultural constraints. On its own,It Does Not Die is a fascinating story of cultural conflict and thwarted love. Devi's "romance" is a powerful study of what happens when the oppositions between innocence and experience, enchantment and disillusion, and cultural difference and colonial arrogance collide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In two novels written forty years apart, a man and a woman tell stories of their love. . . . Taken together they provide an unusually touching story of young love unable to prevail against an opposition whose strength was tragically buttressed by the uncertainties of a cultural divide."--Isabel Colegate,New York Times Book Review &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Recreates, with extraordinary vividness, the 16-year-old in love that she had been. . . . Maitreyi is entirely, disarmingly open about her emotions. . . . An impassioned plea for truth."--Anita Desai,New Republic &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Something between a reunion and a duel. Together they detonate the classic bipolarities: East-West, life-art, woman-man."--Richard Eder,New York Newsday &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One good confession deserves another. . . . Both books gracefully trace the authors' doomed love affair and its emotional aftermath."--Nina Mehta,Chicago Tribune&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-222216256817541671?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/222216256817541671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=222216256817541671' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/222216256817541671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/222216256817541671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/maitreyi-devi-1914-1990-was-poet-and.html' title='Na Hanyate...'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/SG9N9d6zyMI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ARoW0zWuTbo/s72-c/itdoesnotdie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002429140515526374.post-4278241869209814610</id><published>2008-06-19T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T21:02:18.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haal-E-Dil...</title><content type='html'>Singer  : Rahat Fateh Ali Khan,Shreya Ghoshal&lt;br /&gt;Lyricist: Munna Dhiman&lt;br /&gt;Music Director: Vishal Bharadwaj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="225" src="http://mp3yug.com/Music/Haal-e-Dil/01.Haal-E-Dil-1_files/01.%20Haal-E-Dil-1.mp3" autostart="false" height="45" type="audio/mpeg"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaan Ve Jaan Le Haal-E-Dil, Jaan Ve Jaan Le Haal-E-Dil&lt;br /&gt;Jaan Ve Bol De Haal-E-Dil&lt;br /&gt;Aaja Tere Seene Mein Saans Saans Piglu Mein&lt;br /&gt;Aaja Tere Hothon Se Baat Baat Niklu Mein&lt;br /&gt;Tu Meri Aag Se Roshani Chhant Le&lt;br /&gt;Yeh Zameen Asmaan Jo Bhi Hai Baant Le&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaja Tere Maathe Pe Chaand Ban Ke Utaroon Mein&lt;br /&gt;Aaja Teri Aankhon Se Khwaab Khwaab Guzroon Mein&lt;br /&gt;Rag Rag Pe hai Tere Saaye Ve Rag Rag Pe hai Tere Saaye&lt;br /&gt;Rang Tera Chad Chad Aaye Ve Rang Tera Chad Chad Aaye&lt;br /&gt;Jaan Ve…..Jaan Ve….Jaan Le….Jaan Le…Haal-E-Dil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaja Tujhe Haathon Pe Kismaton Sa Likhloon Mein&lt;br /&gt;Aaja Tere Kandhe Pe Umra Bhar Ko Tikloon Mein&lt;br /&gt;Teri Ankhiyon Ke Do Gahene Ve Teri Ankhiyon Ke Do Gahene&lt;br /&gt;Thirte Hai Pehne Pehne Ve Thirte Hai Pehne Pehne&lt;br /&gt;Jaan Ve…..Jaan Le….Haal-E-Dil&lt;br /&gt;Jaan Ve Bol De Haal-E-Dil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-4278241869209814610?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4278241869209814610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=4278241869209814610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/4278241869209814610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/4278241869209814610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/haal-e-dil.html' title='Haal-E-Dil...'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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-3002429140515526374.post-476017422031855088</id><published>2008-06-04T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T02:23:53.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the day...</title><content type='html'>If you can't find brighter side of life, polish the darker side !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                               -unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-476017422031855088?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/476017422031855088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=476017422031855088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/476017422031855088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/476017422031855088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/thought-of-day.html' title='Thought of the day...'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002429140515526374.post-6366506073588376042</id><published>2008-03-21T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T03:55:19.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thinking Man's Speech</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zrp-v2tHaDo&amp;amp;hl=" width="400" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A strong, thoughtful and important speech by American Presidential Candidate Sen. Barack Obama on March 18, 2008 Philadelphia, PA. It seemed as honest a speech as one in his position could give within the limits imposed by politics. As such it was a contribution.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He didn't give eight seconds of a line followed by clapping. He spoke in full and longish paragraphs that didn't summon applause. This left TV producers having to use longer-than-usual soundbites in order to capture his meaning. And so the cuts of the speech you heard on the news were more substantial and interesting than usual, which made the coverage of the speech better. People who didn't hear it but only saw parts on the news got a real sense of what he'd said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-6366506073588376042?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6366506073588376042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=6366506073588376042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/6366506073588376042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/6366506073588376042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/thinking-mans-speech.html' title='A Thinking Man&apos;s Speech'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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-3002429140515526374.post-6559478614610858043</id><published>2008-02-14T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T00:52:27.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do We Celebrate Valentine's Day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/R7P4oV7kSzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/qnq4IzuEBxY/s1600-h/saint-valentine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166746569489533746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/R7P4oV7kSzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/qnq4IzuEBxY/s200/saint-valentine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the year 270 A.D., Claudius II, emperor of Rome, had formerly been a general under Emperor Valerian. When Claudius II succeeded Valerian, he continued to exercise his instinct for war. While in conflict with the Gauls, Claudius II came to the realization that married men are inferior at warfare, due to their personal attachments. Moreover, married men had a tendency to even avoid joining the army. To remedy this situation, Claudius II outlawed marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine, or Valentinus as he was known, lived in Rome at this time, and was outraged at the decree of this warmongering emperor. He refused to follow it. Valentine became a haven for young couples hoping to enter the Sacrament of Marriage. He married them in private, until eventually he was captured and imprisoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine’s devotion to God and love continued while he was in jail. Despite the overwhelming odds, Valentine took it upon himself to convert the Emperor, in hopes of reversing this unjust decree. But to no avail. Instead, the Emperor became further enraged by Valentine and sentenced him to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While awaiting his execution, Valentine became friends with the daughter of his jailer. She was a blind girl who showed Valentine kindness in his captivity. Through his faith and through prayer, Valentine cured the girl of her affliction – an act of love even for the daughter of his captor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supporters of Valentine would show their love by casting flowers up to the window of his cell. This link between Valentine and flowers would be forever established over the centuries into modern tradition. Nonetheless, Valentine was executed on February 14, 270. Before he died, he wrote a letter of gratitude and hope to the jailer’s daughter. He signed it, “From your Valentine.” This sentiment, of course, carries on today and is echoed every year on the anniversary of this saint’s death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most famous St. Valentine’s Day occurrences was the first St. Valentine’s card. In 1415, the Duke of Orleans created a St. Valentine’s Day card and sent it to his wife. He was currently in prison at the Tower of London, and he wanted to send a message of love, much like Valentine had years earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating St. Valentine’s Day is a tribute to St. Valentine, later titled Patron Saint of Lovers. His devotion to God and his commitment to supporting love and marriage set a wonderful example for us. When we celebrate St. Valentine’s Day, whether through cards or flowers, we are acting as the saint acted. We are appreciating what God has given us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Valentine taught us about the importance of love and the Sacrament of Marriage. He believed in these things so deeply that he was martyred for them. Although we live in easier times, where marriage and love are not forbidden to us, we must remember that things weren’t always this way. We must remind ourselves that all we have is precious. And St. Valentine’s Day is the perfect opportunity to reflect on what we have been given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Valentine's Day...!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-6559478614610858043?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6559478614610858043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=6559478614610858043' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/6559478614610858043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/6559478614610858043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-do-we-celebrate-valentines-day.html' title='Why Do We Celebrate Valentine&apos;s Day?'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/R7P4oV7kSzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/qnq4IzuEBxY/s72-c/saint-valentine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002429140515526374.post-4226199647972804730</id><published>2008-01-23T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T01:02:50.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris Gardner - The Pursuit of Happyness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/R5b9uQPztOI/AAAAAAAAAF0/eQCieCGCJoU/s1600-h/ph.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158589394276562146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/R5b9uQPztOI/AAAAAAAAAF0/eQCieCGCJoU/s320/ph.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He is a self-made millionaire, entrepreneur, motivational speaker and philanthropist who, during the early 1980s, struggled with homelessness while raising his toddler son, Christopher, Jr. Currently he is owner and CEO of Christopher Gardner International Holdings with offices in New York, Chicago, and San Franscisco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Always hard working and tenacious, a series of circumstances in the early 1980’s left Gardner homeless in San Francisco and the sole guardian of his toddler son. Unwilling to give up Chris Jr. or his dream of financial independence, Gardner started at the bottom. Without connections or a college degree, he earned a spot in the Dean Witter Reynolds training program. Often spending his nights in a church shelter or the bathroom at a Bay Area Rapid Transit station in Oakland, Gardner was the sole trainee offered a job at Dean Witter Reynolds in 1981. He spent 1983-1987 at Bear Stearns &amp;amp; Co., where he became a top earner, and then in 1987, he founded the brokerage firm Gardner Rich &amp;amp; Co. in Chicago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The amazing story of Gardner’s life was published as an autobiography, The Pursuit of Happyness, on May 23, 2006, and became a New York Times and Washington Post #1 bestseller. Gardner is also the inspiration for the movie The Pursuit of Happyness released by Columbia Pictures on December 15, 2006. The movie was #1 at the box office its opening weekend. Will Smith stars as Gardner and received Golden Globe, Screen Actors Guild and Academy Award nominations for his performance. Gardner is an associate producer on the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A must watch movie and must read book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-4226199647972804730?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4226199647972804730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=4226199647972804730' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/4226199647972804730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/4226199647972804730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2008/01/chris-gardner-pursuit-of-happyness.html' title='Chris Gardner - The Pursuit of Happyness'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/R5b9uQPztOI/AAAAAAAAAF0/eQCieCGCJoU/s72-c/ph.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002429140515526374.post-4445986841716534603</id><published>2008-01-15T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T02:02:54.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love for You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/R42xr1gFRbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Zbx2mVyKlco/s1600-h/iloveu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155972515063219634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/R42xr1gFRbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Zbx2mVyKlco/s200/iloveu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now a days when I sit alone&lt;br /&gt;I think of the days I wasted in talking&lt;br /&gt;And never told you&lt;br /&gt;How I felt about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I know when I started to love you?&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you from the day we laughed and talked&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you for who you are&lt;br /&gt;for nothing but you.&lt;br /&gt;My love for you has never faded away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is also like life&lt;br /&gt;Just like we can’t stop living,&lt;br /&gt;We also can’t stop loving.&lt;br /&gt;Love is not always easy,&lt;br /&gt;It’s not always fun.&lt;br /&gt;There isn’t any easy way out of love.&lt;br /&gt;But Love is so beautiful that&lt;br /&gt;It can cover all the evil things that had, is and will happen.&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t accomplish this with out you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile&lt;br /&gt;You make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;You brought love in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Before you came, my life was like a desert.&lt;br /&gt;But you came into my life with&lt;br /&gt;Trees of happiness&lt;br /&gt;Flowers of joy&lt;br /&gt;And wind of love.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing in life that I want but you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- unknown - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-4445986841716534603?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4445986841716534603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=4445986841716534603' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/4445986841716534603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/4445986841716534603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-love-for-you.html' title='My Love for You'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/R42xr1gFRbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Zbx2mVyKlco/s72-c/iloveu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002429140515526374.post-6240256149531470511</id><published>2008-01-10T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T01:18:00.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EQ SQ Tests</title><content type='html'>&lt;/tr&gt;I just discovered that I am more systemized than emphathize. :) Go to &lt;a href="http://www.eqsq.com/"&gt;http://www.eqsq.com/&lt;/a&gt; and discover yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my scores :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;EQ: 56 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SQ: 55 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Brain Type&lt;/td&gt; : Systemizing&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eqsq.com/"&gt;Take the &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#de24b5;" &gt;EQ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#52beff;" &gt;SQ&lt;/span&gt; tests&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-6240256149531470511?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6240256149531470511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=6240256149531470511' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/6240256149531470511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/6240256149531470511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2008/01/eq-sq-tests.html' title='EQ SQ Tests'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002429140515526374.post-1550603004588061080</id><published>2007-12-31T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T10:52:32.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"If i have 8 hours to chop down a tree,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would spend 6 hours sharpening the Axe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Abraham Lincon-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral: work smarter NOT harder.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Wishing you all a very Happy and Prosperous 2008 +&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-1550603004588061080?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1550603004588061080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=1550603004588061080' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/1550603004588061080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/1550603004588061080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2007/12/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002429140515526374.post-8134421128658504282</id><published>2007-12-12T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T06:30:00.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A CM who has skills of CEO..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/R2FB27Oks0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/iMM72-E4WiQ/s1600-h/nmodi_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143464661301375810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/R2FB27Oks0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/iMM72-E4WiQ/s200/nmodi_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was once a tea vendor, and his is a rags-to-riches story. His fans call him a messiah. Others say he is a power hungry Machiavelli. Gujarat Chief Minister Narendra Modi is perhaps a bit of all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the decades he has spent in Indian politics, Modi has transformed himself from the quiet 'pracharak' (propagandist) of the Hindu right to perhaps the most talked about chief minister in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, he is single-handedly spearheading the Bharatiya Janata Party's (BJP) aggressive campaign to retain power in Gujarat after six tumultuous years in office during which the terrible anti-Muslim violence of 2002 left over a thousand people dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then Modi has become a hate figure for rights groups, secularists and large sections of the political establishment. But the 57-year-old politician has a huge following, in Gujarat and elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he does lead the BJP to victory in the assembly elections Dec 11 and 16 , he would emerge as the strongest leader in the country's main opposition party - and the electoral win will cast a shadow on national politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if he loses, he will have only himself to blame - and his seeming inability to carry his colleagues with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social scientist Ghanshyam Shah says : 'This election is going to revolve around Modi. Gujarat has never seen a dominant personality like him in independent India.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this man from north Gujarat, life began from running a tea canteen at Ahmedabad's teeming bus terminus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once he joined the Rashtriya Swayamsewak Sangh (RSS), Modi worked as a 'pracharak' in the Kangra region of Himachal Pradesh where people remember him as a docile and humble man, an image contrary to his present one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Modi's tenure in New Delhi as the BJP's national spokesman in the late 1990s, he went to the US for a three-month course on public relations and image management. This apparently now helps him to get the publicity he desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even his opponents admit that he is a master of publicity and propaganda, one who can turn any situation to his advantage. He seems to prove it almost every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said one from his media management circuit: 'He knows what to say when. Even on most controversial issues, when facts are not in his favour, he turns the situation to his benefit. He also knows when to create controversies and how to draw maximum mileage out of them.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His critics say he has proved to be a master of Machiavellian politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'He knows how to use the administrative machinery to settle scores with NGOs, lawyers contesting on behalf of minorities and adversaries from his own party,' said a social activist who did not want to be named.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has used the state machinery to build an image of himself as a man committed to the development of the state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it the issue of girl child education, end to female foeticide or use of modern techniques and equipment for agriculture, he has hogged the headlines and earned the sobriquet as Gujarat's saviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upcoming election is the third poll being contested within six years by Modi who likes being referred to as CEO of Gujarat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the short span he has been in power, he has earned a reputation of extremes. People love him or detest him. His supporters say he has nurtured the phenomenon of Gujarati pride in the state. Hence they consider any attack on Modi as an attack on Gujarat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some feel Modi is a visionary who manages to bring in investments to Gujarat. Others contest this, saying Gujarat is what it is today because of the Gujarati enterprising spirit, not due to any politician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he is accused of dividing society on religious lines and merely showcasing a few big cities to project the image of Gujarat and himself. But his fans say these are allegations of 'secular fundamentalists'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/R2DEHLOksyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/igMYjGX6lhg/s1600-h/nmodi_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(From yahoo india news) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-8134421128658504282?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8134421128658504282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=8134421128658504282' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/8134421128658504282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/8134421128658504282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2007/12/cm-who-has-skills-of-ceo.html' title='A CM who has skills of CEO..'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/R2FB27Oks0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/iMM72-E4WiQ/s72-c/nmodi_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002429140515526374.post-3729473177240365280</id><published>2007-12-01T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T22:18:13.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Might Hurt a Little - SiCKO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/R1JNUKzRTLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UkkcKRnigdE/s1600-R/Sickoposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139255133675277490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/R1JNUKzRTLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Uai52WImZIE/s200/Sickoposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sicko (or SiCKO) is a 2007 documentary film by American filmmaker Michael Moore (also filmmaker of Fahrenheit 9/11)  that investigates the American health care system, focusing on its for-profit health insurance and pharmaceutical industry. The film compares the non-universal and for-profit U.S. system with the universal and non-profit systems of Canada, the United Kingdom, France and Cuba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sicko opened to positive reviews, but also generated criticism and controversy. Some policy specialists have praised the film whilst others have criticised the film for its positive portrayal of the publicly funded health systems of Canada, the United Kingdom and Cuba, and for its negative portrayal of the health care system in the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifty million Americans are uninsured, and those who are covered often become victims of insurance company fraud and red tape. Interviews are conducted with both types, including former employees of insurance companies who describe cost-cutting initiatives that encourage bonuses for insurance company physicians to deny medical treatments for policy holders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sicko received a standing ovation at Cannes. WBAI Radio, part of the Pacifica Radio Network, reported that Sicko was revitalizing the debate for universal health care within the United States, calling the film "adrenaline for healthcare activists." The Manhattan Institute said that Sicko misrepresented the health systems of Canada, the United Kingdom and Cuba, and criticized it for its negative portrayal of the American health insurance system compared to these countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-3729473177240365280?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3729473177240365280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=3729473177240365280' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/3729473177240365280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/3729473177240365280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-might-hurt-little-sicko.html' title='This Might Hurt a Little - SiCKO'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/R1JNUKzRTLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Uai52WImZIE/s72-c/Sickoposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002429140515526374.post-1203920624220636224</id><published>2007-10-08T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T08:12:13.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Investment..</title><content type='html'>Our Birth is our Opening Balance.&lt;br /&gt;Our Death is our Closing Balance.&lt;br /&gt;Our Prejudiced Views are our Liabilities.&lt;br /&gt;Our Creative Ideas are our AssetsHeart is our Current Asset.&lt;br /&gt;Soul is our Fixed AssetBrain is our Fixed Deposit.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking is our Current Account.&lt;br /&gt;Achievements are our Capital.&lt;br /&gt;Character &amp;amp; Morals, our Stock-in-trade.&lt;br /&gt;Friends are our General Reserves.&lt;br /&gt;Values &amp;amp; Behavior are our Goodwill.&lt;br /&gt;Patience is our Interest Earned.&lt;br /&gt;Love is our Dividend.&lt;br /&gt;Children are our Bonus Issues.&lt;br /&gt;Education is Brands / Patents.&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge is our Investment.&lt;br /&gt;Experience is our Premium Account.&lt;br /&gt;The Aim is to Tally the Balance Sheet Accurately.&lt;br /&gt;The Goal is to get the Best Presented Accounts Award.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-1203920624220636224?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1203920624220636224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=1203920624220636224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/1203920624220636224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/1203920624220636224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2007/10/investment.html' title='Investment..'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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-3002429140515526374.post-93648602795381007</id><published>2007-09-10T18:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T18:58:01.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is $1 ?</title><content type='html'>This is very famous problem of mathematics but I would like to know how you all give solution for this problem.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Three friends went to a hotel. The bill was $75 and each one contributed $25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiter took the bill to the cashier. The cashier was happy &amp; decided to give them a discount of $5 &amp;amp; asked the waiter to return them $5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the waiter was confused. How to distribute $5 among 3 persons? So he kept  $2  &amp; gave $1 to each one of the 3 persons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So initially each one had contributed $25. Now as they are given $1   back, their contribution reduces to $24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all contributed $24 -- that is 24x3=$72 &amp;amp; $2  are in the waiter's pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The total becomes $74. But they had paid $75.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the remaining $1 ?   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-93648602795381007?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/93648602795381007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=93648602795381007' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/93648602795381007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/93648602795381007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2007/09/where-is-1.html' title='Where is $1 ?'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002429140515526374.post-1772397969895244608</id><published>2007-07-18T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T18:06:03.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth About Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wynstan Hugh Auden is best known as a humanist poet and was a highly regarded scholar. Born in York, England, he attended Oxford University from 1925-1928 and wrote several plays and traveled abroad before moving to New York City in 1939, taking U.S. citizenship in 1946.  Auden wrote the libretto for The Rake's Progress by Stravinsky in 1951 and published "Homage to Clio" in 1960.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tell me the truth About Love &lt;/i&gt;is collection of 15 love poems and cabaret songs written in the 1930s by W.H. Auden, including "Funeral Blues", which featured in the film "Four Weddings and a Funeral".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Tell Me The Truth About Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say love's a little boy,&lt;br /&gt;And some say it's a bird,&lt;br /&gt;Some say it makes the world go around,&lt;br /&gt;Some say that's absurd,&lt;br /&gt;And when I asked the man next-door,&lt;br /&gt;Who looked as if he knew,&lt;br /&gt;His wife got very cross indeed,&lt;br /&gt;And said it wouldn't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it look like a pair of pyjamas,&lt;br /&gt;Or the ham in a temperance hotel?&lt;br /&gt;Does its odour remind one of llamas,&lt;br /&gt;Or has it a comforting smell?&lt;br /&gt;Is it prickly to touch as a hedge is,&lt;br /&gt;Or soft as eiderdown fluff?&lt;br /&gt;Is it sharp or quite smooth at the edges?&lt;br /&gt;O tell me the truth about love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our history books refer to it&lt;br /&gt;In cryptic little notes,&lt;br /&gt;It's quite a common topic on&lt;br /&gt;The Transatlantic boats;&lt;br /&gt;I've found the subject mentioned in&lt;br /&gt;Accounts of suicides,&lt;br /&gt;And even seen it scribbled on&lt;br /&gt;The backs of railway guides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it howl like a hungry Alsatian,&lt;br /&gt;Or boom like a military band?&lt;br /&gt;Could one give a first-rate imitation&lt;br /&gt;On a saw or a Steinway Grand?&lt;br /&gt;Is its singing at parties a riot?&lt;br /&gt;Does it only like Classical stuff?&lt;br /&gt;Will it stop when one wants to be quiet?&lt;br /&gt;O tell me the truth about love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked inside the summer-house;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't over there;&lt;br /&gt;I tried the Thames at Maidenhead,&lt;br /&gt;And Brighton's bracing air.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the blackbird sang,&lt;br /&gt;Or what the tulip said;&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't in the chicken-run,&lt;br /&gt;Or underneath the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can it pull extraordinary faces?&lt;br /&gt;Is it usually sick on a swing?&lt;br /&gt;Does it spend all its time at the races,&lt;br /&gt;or fiddling with pieces of string?&lt;br /&gt;Has it views of its own about money?&lt;br /&gt;Does it think Patriotism enough?&lt;br /&gt;Are its stories vulgar but funny?&lt;br /&gt;O tell me the truth about love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes, will it come without warning&lt;br /&gt;Just as I'm picking my nose?&lt;br /&gt;Will it knock on my door in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;Or tread in the bus on my toes?&lt;br /&gt;Will it come like a change in the weather?&lt;br /&gt;Will its greeting be courteous or rough?&lt;br /&gt;Will it alter my life altogether?&lt;br /&gt;O tell me the truth about love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;W. H. Auden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3002429140515526374-1772397969895244608?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1772397969895244608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=1772397969895244608' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/1772397969895244608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/1772397969895244608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/o-tell-me-truth-about-love.html' title='The Truth About Love...'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002429140515526374.post-3517806753171800153</id><published>2007-07-05T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T06:45:37.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling bored in the office ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/RozwEXTpHGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ifUfESLio5k/s1600-h/bored.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083702037160991842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/RozwEXTpHGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ifUfESLio5k/s200/bored.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Join our Goup Fun and Only Fun (www.mailz.net.tc)" style="COLOR: #000000; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/fun_and_fun_only" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you find it very boring in the office, here are some tips: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Form a detective agency to find out who is quitting next.&lt;br /&gt;2. Make blank calls to your Boss.&lt;br /&gt;3. Send mails from lotus notes (outlook) to your internet mail (and immediately get to the internet and see who reaches first, you or your mail?) and read them there, and note down the time they take to reach there. Then do vice versa....... ...... !!&lt;br /&gt;4. Rearrange the furniture, i.e. flick someone else's chair just to irritate him/her.&lt;br /&gt;5. Count your fingers (and toes if you still get bored).&lt;br /&gt;6. Watch other people changing their facial ex-pressions while working and try changing your ex-pressions also.&lt;br /&gt;7. Try to stretch status meetings as longer as possible, just by asking silly doubts.&lt;br /&gt;8. Make faces at strangers in office.&lt;br /&gt;9. Have a two hour lunch; it's a big social occasion.&lt;br /&gt;10. Learn to whistle.&lt;br /&gt;11. Revise last week's newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;12. Hold "How fast my computer boots" competitions.&lt;br /&gt;13. Practice aiming the coffee cup into the dust-bin.&lt;br /&gt;14. Enhence your Literature skills. you can author "1001 innovative ways to waste your day" to help your collegues&lt;br /&gt;15. Pick up phone and dial non-existing nos.&lt;br /&gt;16. Have work breaks in between tea.&lt;br /&gt;17. Count maximum no of applications your computer can open at time.&lt;br /&gt;18. For Windows users....Move things to Recycle bin and restore them..Then repeat this process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Look at someone &amp;amp; try to imagine how (s)he might have looked when (s)he was 5 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-3517806753171800153?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3517806753171800153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=3517806753171800153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/3517806753171800153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/3517806753171800153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2007/07/feeling-bored-in-office.html' title='Feeling bored in the office ?'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/RozwEXTpHGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ifUfESLio5k/s72-c/bored.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002429140515526374.post-1336487711910309693</id><published>2007-06-08T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T02:58:22.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Life.</title><content type='html'>From my old collection :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW YOU ARE LIVING IN 2007 when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don't have e-mail addresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn't have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You get up in the morning and go online before getting your coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. You're reading this and nodding and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a #9 on this list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW YOU ARE LAUGHING at yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-1336487711910309693?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1336487711910309693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=1336487711910309693' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/1336487711910309693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/1336487711910309693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/todays-life.html' title='Today&apos;s Life.'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002429140515526374.post-7887180812324628709</id><published>2007-05-29T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T12:15:01.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Right Attitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I praise loudly; I blame softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine the Second (1729-1796) Russian Empress&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/3002429140515526374-7887180812324628709?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7887180812324628709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=7887180812324628709' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/7887180812324628709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/7887180812324628709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/right-attitude.html' title='The Right Attitude'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002429140515526374.post-2562973618760231794</id><published>2007-05-18T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T23:54:41.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Struggle of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The one who does not know the struggle of life is either an immature soul, or a soul who has risen above the life of this world. The object of a human being in this world is to attain to the perfection of humanity, and therefore it is necessary that man should go through what we call the struggle of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because life means a continual battle, one’s success, failure, happiness, or unhappiness mostly depends upon one’s knowledge of this battle. Whatever be one’s occupation in life, whatever be one’s knowledge, if one lacks the knowledge of the battle of life one lacks the most important knowledge of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as a man loses the courage to go through the struggle of life, the burden of the whole world falls on his head. But he who goes on struggling through life, he alone makes his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One must study the nature of life, one must understand the psychology of this struggle. In order to understand this struggle one must see that there are three sides to it: struggle with oneself, struggle with others, and struggle with circumstances. One person may be capable of struggling with himself, but that is not sufficient. Another is able to struggle with others, but even that is not sufficient. A third person may answer the demands of circumstance, but this is not enough either; what is needed is that all three should be studied and learnt, and one must be able to manage the struggle in all three directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who struggles with himself first is the wisest, for once he has struggled with himself, which is the most difficult struggle, the other struggles will become easy for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the nature of the struggle with oneself? It has three aspects. The first is to make one’s thought, speech, and action answer the demands of one’s own ideal, while at the same time giving expression to all the impulses and desires which belong to one’s natural being. The next aspect of the struggle with oneself is to fit in with others, with their various ideas and demands. For this a man has to make himself as narrow or as wide as the place that one asks him to fill, which is a delicate matter, difficult for all to comprehend and practise. And the third aspect of the struggle with oneself is to give accommodation to others in one’s own life, in one’s own heart, large or small as the demand may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nature of life is illusive. Under a gain a loss is hidden; under a loss a gain is hidden; and living in this life of illusion it is very difficult for man to realize what is really good for him. Even with a wise person, much of his wisdom is demanded by life and by its battle. One cannot be gentle enough, one cannot be sufficiently kind; the more one gives to life, the more life asks of one. There again is a battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The balance of life lies in being as fine as a thread and as strong as a steel wire. If one does not show endurance and strength to withstand all the opposing and disturbing influences among which one always has to be in life, one certainly reveals a weakness and lack of development.&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/3002429140515526374-2562973618760231794?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2562973618760231794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=2562973618760231794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/2562973618760231794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/2562973618760231794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/struggle-of-life.html' title='The Struggle of Life'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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-3002429140515526374.post-7893104845971668604</id><published>2007-05-12T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T00:10:58.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the month</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;We choose our joys and sorrows long before we experience them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-Khalil Gibran-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-7893104845971668604?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7893104845971668604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=7893104845971668604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/7893104845971668604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/7893104845971668604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/quote-of-month.html' title='Quote of the month'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002429140515526374.post-5296186043149468033</id><published>2007-05-03T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:57:20.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lean on me.....   -  Bill Withers</title><content type='html'>One purpose of Life is to help each other during the hard times. This is a well known hit song written and performed by Bill Withers in 1972. It is ranked number 205 on the List of Rolling Stone's 500 Greatest Songs of All Time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in our lives we all have pain&lt;br /&gt;We all have sorrow&lt;br /&gt;But if we are wise&lt;br /&gt;We know that there's always tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lean on me, when you're not strong&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be your friend&lt;br /&gt;I'll help you carry on&lt;br /&gt;For it won't be long&lt;br /&gt;'Til I'm gonna need&lt;br /&gt;Somebody to lean on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please swallow your pride&lt;br /&gt;If I have things you need to borrow&lt;br /&gt;For no one can fill those of your needs&lt;br /&gt;That you don't let show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a load you have to bear&lt;br /&gt;That you can't carry&lt;br /&gt;I'm right up the road&lt;br /&gt;I'll share your load&lt;br /&gt;If you just call me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just call on me brother, when you need a hand&lt;br /&gt;We all need somebody to lean on&lt;br /&gt;I just might have a problem that you'd understand&lt;br /&gt;We all need somebody to lean on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lean on me when you're not strong&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be your friend&lt;br /&gt;I'll help you carry on&lt;br /&gt;For it won't be long&lt;br /&gt;Till I'm gonna need&lt;br /&gt;Somebody to lean on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lean on me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-5296186043149468033?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5296186043149468033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=5296186043149468033' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/5296186043149468033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/5296186043149468033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/lean-on-me-bill-withers.html' title='Lean on me.....   -  Bill Withers'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002429140515526374.post-2477424456330763256</id><published>2007-04-25T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T23:17:00.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is not a Dress Rehearsal !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Each of us is born, spend our days searching for peace, success, happiness, freedom, pleasure and then we die. Some people leave a positive legacy behind while others leave a destructive one. Some people contribute to the lives of their fellow man while others only take from society. And some people have a positive impact on the world while others have a negative one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the difference? I can’t answer that question in 200 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you that each of us has the gift of a new day, a new chance and a new responsibility to serve if we were blessed enough to see another sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a dress rehearsal for something later. Each day is the first and last act of the personal performance of our lives. Some people seem to live with the illusion that life will be better when they are older, wiser, richer, more famous, happier, busier, better looking, retired, or a million other reasons. Not so. Life is either good or not good, now. Yes you may be richer later, but who is to say you will need or want the wealth later? Yes you may be wiser later in life but who is to say you were not wise now? Yes you may be more famous later but what is real fame mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people chase the illusions of life with a rigorous zeal hoping that somehow life will be better when or if. Sorry folks. Life is now. This is not a dress rehearsal for your next life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bask in the sunshine or the shade, whichever you prefer, now, be happy now, have fun now, love now, work now, spend money now, save for a rainy day now, and feel gratitude for the life you have, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t really get any better later, just different. If you are not happy where you are you can never be happy where you aren’t. Life is not about tomorrow or yesterday. It is about now. So don’t worry if you forget your lines, misplace your costume – today is the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                            -&lt;strong&gt; Tim Connor&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/3002429140515526374-2477424456330763256?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2477424456330763256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=2477424456330763256' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/2477424456330763256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/2477424456330763256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/thought-for-day.html' title='Life is not a Dress Rehearsal !'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002429140515526374.post-2440150449364071709</id><published>2007-04-16T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T17:06:31.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Stay Young...??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/RilVcrcJd4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/PZyq5YN63rs/s1600-h/roses4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055666007885576066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/RilVcrcJd4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/PZyq5YN63rs/s200/roses4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was going through my collection of emails and found this one interesting... so sharing this one with you all. Feel free to add your tips for staying young tooo.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctor worry about them. That is why you pay him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever. Never let the brain idle. "An idle mind is the devil's workshop." And the devil's name is Alzheimer's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Enjoy the simple things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person who is with us our entire life, is ourselves. Be ALIVE while you are alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Surround yourself with what you love, whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Don't take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, to the next county, to a foreign country, but NOT to where the guilt is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ALWAYS REMEMBER: Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-2440150449364071709?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2440150449364071709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=2440150449364071709' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/2440150449364071709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/2440150449364071709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-to-stay-young.html' title='How to Stay Young...??'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/RilVcrcJd4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/PZyq5YN63rs/s72-c/roses4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002429140515526374.post-528006787814819070</id><published>2007-04-10T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T20:30:28.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Sbp8opfosg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From Karmacy's Debut Album : "The Movement" : This song is one of the most important pieces, both emotionally and sociologically. It utilizes two languages, Gujarati and English, to paint an honest picture of the often overlooked hardships involved in leaving one’s motherland. This story of two brothers, one who emigrates to America and the other who prefers to remain in his native land, is presented as a dialogue that spans both time and place. This heated discussion strives to capture the essence of the immigrant experience: the reconciliation of old and new within a constant struggle to regain balance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-528006787814819070?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/528006787814819070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=528006787814819070' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/528006787814819070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/528006787814819070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/blood-brothers.html' title='Blood brothers'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002429140515526374.post-1170305223530311302</id><published>2007-04-04T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T15:24:13.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>little things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/RhQV9Rb0HpI/AAAAAAAAAC0/rwXzzYfg0ZQ/s1600-h/littlethings.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy the little things, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for one day you may look back and realize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that they were the big things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Robert Brault -- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-1170305223530311302?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1170305223530311302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=1170305223530311302' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/1170305223530311302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/1170305223530311302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/positive-quote-of-day.html' title='little things...'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002429140515526374.post-8586112029457898457</id><published>2007-03-29T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T01:16:07.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Love !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/Rgt7fjqwTaI/AAAAAAAAACo/UKqMgaWmjVk/s1600-h/lovehate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047263589479501218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/Rgt7fjqwTaI/AAAAAAAAACo/UKqMgaWmjVk/s200/lovehate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the one feeling that steals your heart into it's deepest desires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no control over it as it grasps your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fire burning trying to consume something that is unconsumable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause it makes me frail and easy to be broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart spins out of control until&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hate love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I have just lost control and I am at loves every whim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Habibah Gooden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even after all these reasons, I still would love to fall in love again and again and again..... :):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-8586112029457898457?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8586112029457898457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=8586112029457898457' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/8586112029457898457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/8586112029457898457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-hate-love.html' title='I Hate Love !!!'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/Rgt7fjqwTaI/AAAAAAAAACo/UKqMgaWmjVk/s72-c/lovehate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002429140515526374.post-7918703262433433816</id><published>2007-03-25T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T23:42:51.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Redesigning the blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/RgdopAdX8nI/AAAAAAAAACY/LhSVSRPS52E/s1600-h/redesign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046116961199059570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/RgdopAdX8nI/AAAAAAAAACY/LhSVSRPS52E/s200/redesign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought its time to add some new components to the blog  to make it more live and interactive. So i've added welcome message, quote for the day, news and visitors location.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also added skype button to show my online status for you all buddies. So anybody can chat with me whenever I am online. And I was also missing this a lot.  :):)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still thinking to add couple of other things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any other suggestions/feedback...???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-7918703262433433816?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7918703262433433816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=7918703262433433816' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/7918703262433433816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/7918703262433433816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/redesigning-blog.html' title='Redesigning the blog'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/RgdopAdX8nI/AAAAAAAAACY/LhSVSRPS52E/s72-c/redesign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002429140515526374.post-1374783963050507177</id><published>2007-03-22T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T23:58:41.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nowadays....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/RgTL9gdX8lI/AAAAAAAAACI/0e6OGLfAPlE/s1600-h/nature_230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045381740107395666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/RgTL9gdX8lI/AAAAAAAAACI/0e6OGLfAPlE/s200/nature_230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nowadays, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything looks beautiful to me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mountains, the nature, the sea,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the weather, the forest, the birds... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......everything..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because..... you are with me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-1374783963050507177?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1374783963050507177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=1374783963050507177' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/1374783963050507177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/1374783963050507177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/nowadays.html' title='Nowadays....'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/RgTL9gdX8lI/AAAAAAAAACI/0e6OGLfAPlE/s72-c/nature_230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002429140515526374.post-1043485509343120659</id><published>2007-03-18T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T21:06:38.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chanda re .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/Rf46V5aPn2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/2w4vHfmYGT8/s1600-h/sapnay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043532780564094818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/Rf46V5aPn2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/2w4vHfmYGT8/s320/sapnay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prabhu Deva got his first Best Choreography award for this song in Sapnay(Minsaara Kanavu).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard this song today after long long time and this broght up so many bhuli huyi yaade of 10 years back - the time which you can not get back but you can still feel those moments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After watching the movie in 1997, I became a big fan of Sapnay, this song, AR Raheman, Hariharan, Sadhna Sargarm, Prabhu Deva and Kajol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy this beautiful composition and dance.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamil-Hindi Remix :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=knyX_oQbwo0"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=knyX_oQbwo0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live performance in AR Rahman Concert :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=NfKV-JBrJ5M"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=NfKV-JBrJ5M&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-1043485509343120659?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1043485509343120659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=1043485509343120659' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/1043485509343120659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/1043485509343120659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/chanda-re.html' title='Chanda re .....'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/Rf46V5aPn2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/2w4vHfmYGT8/s72-c/sapnay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002429140515526374.post-1677922459331493644</id><published>2007-03-13T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T02:57:12.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Life ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/Rfe-rpaPnzI/AAAAAAAAABg/vKQp_1lq8cg/s1600-h/Qabbalah-Tree-of-Life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041707964924141362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/Rfe-rpaPnzI/AAAAAAAAABg/vKQp_1lq8cg/s200/Qabbalah-Tree-of-Life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life always sounds strange to me. At times, i think about Life very much. What is Life ? Why is Life ? Why someone is somewhere ? etc etc..... Sometimes i think, there must be a reason and purpose for everyone's Life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above picture is of The Qabalistic Tree of Life. The Qabalah is a system of esoteric learning which originated in the Hebraic tradition, but draws together innumerable esoteric influences and organizes a multitude of occult and philosophical concepts. The central symbol of this esoteric system is a pictorial diagram of circles and lines known as the Tree of Life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can also visit : &lt;a href="http://tim.maroney.org/CrowleyIntro/The_Tree_of_Life.html"&gt;http://tim.maroney.org/CrowleyIntro/The_Tree_of_Life.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is like a taxi. The meter just keeps a-ticking whether you are getting somewhere or just standing still. -- Lou Erickso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin--real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life.-- Alfred D. Souza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tragedy of life is not that it ends so soon, but that we wait so long to begin it. -- Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a great big canvas, and you should throw all the paint on it you can. -- Danny Kaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not take life too seriously. You will never get out of it alive. -- Elbert Hubbard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the meaning of life? To be happy and useful. -- Dalai Lama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many people are thinking of security instead of opportunity. They seem to be more afraid of life than death. -- James F. Bymes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans. -- John Lennon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on. -- Robert Frost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-1677922459331493644?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1677922459331493644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=1677922459331493644' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/1677922459331493644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/1677922459331493644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-is-life.html' title='What is Life ?'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/Rfe-rpaPnzI/AAAAAAAAABg/vKQp_1lq8cg/s72-c/Qabbalah-Tree-of-Life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002429140515526374.post-6093338959925046113</id><published>2007-03-07T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T08:46:04.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A must watch movie..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/Re7sBmbyfUI/AAAAAAAAABI/qX_72_y7lhk/s1600-h/kannathil1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039224545315290434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/Re7sBmbyfUI/AAAAAAAAABI/qX_72_y7lhk/s320/kannathil1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A peck on the cheek - one of the best movies by Manirantam. It is a story about a little girl's search for her biological mother. With this movie, Maniratnam again proves that he is at his best when tackling human emotions and relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though the movie is in tamil, but i could enjoy the whole movie with english subtitles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.filmmovement.com/downloads/press/Peck%20on%20the%20Cheek%20PRESS%20KIT.pdf"&gt;http://www.filmmovement.com/downloads/press/Peck%20on%20the%20Cheek%20PRESS%20KIT.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-6093338959925046113?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6093338959925046113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=6093338959925046113' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/6093338959925046113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/6093338959925046113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/must-watch-movie.html' title='A must watch movie..'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/Re7sBmbyfUI/AAAAAAAAABI/qX_72_y7lhk/s72-c/kannathil1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002429140515526374.post-9196380799214512108</id><published>2007-03-02T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T05:51:36.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'I could fall in Love'  by Selena</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/Rel8wcoc_QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pdXXxHIYt1w/s1600-h/selena1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037694829952040194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/Rel8wcoc_QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pdXXxHIYt1w/s200/selena1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; About Selena :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born Selena Quintanilla to Mexican-American parents in Texas, Selena became the first artist in the Tejano style to top the Billboard 200 albums chart. The album, Dreaming of You, had been intended as the first step in her crossover to English-language audiences, but by the time it hit #1 and went double platinum, the singer was dead at the age of 23, shot in the back by the president of her fan club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this beautiful song :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0WTMESWDWMA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0WTMESWDWMA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LTgxHJMdvoI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LTgxHJMdvoI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are the lyrics : &lt;a href="http://www.romantic-lyrics.com/li41.shtml"&gt;http://www.romantic-lyrics.com/li41.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-9196380799214512108?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9196380799214512108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=9196380799214512108' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/9196380799214512108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/9196380799214512108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-could-fall-in-love-by-selena.html' title='&apos;I could fall in Love&apos;  by Selena'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynEWiUqYqxk/Rel8wcoc_QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pdXXxHIYt1w/s72-c/selena1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002429140515526374.post-577405413013032655</id><published>2007-03-02T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T06:27:48.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Friends</title><content type='html'>Buddies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my first blog...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is always un-predictable but we must try to keep pace with it.  And sometimes it is hard to do so. Thats why, we all friends are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, one must not forget to Smile :) anytime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So keep Smiling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ajnabi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3002429140515526374-577405413013032655?l=smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/feeds/577405413013032655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3002429140515526374&amp;postID=577405413013032655' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/577405413013032655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3002429140515526374/posts/default/577405413013032655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smile-once-for-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/hi-friends.html' title='Hi Friends'/><author><name>Ajnabi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656201850607504445</uri><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>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
