<?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-3917638936526071465</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:27:49.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take-A-Peek</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipintomystory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917638936526071465/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipintomystory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Banu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11267361915007742181</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917638936526071465.post-8352627130835526392</id><published>2009-03-04T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T09:51:33.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something which i thought of...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idCjsL3ZG6I/Sa1rgtBzZMI/AAAAAAAABGk/N1GTJbcj1g4/s1600-h/69xq25_hZHDUF8teaY7nGQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309017745326826690" style="WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 341px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idCjsL3ZG6I/Sa1rgtBzZMI/AAAAAAAABGk/N1GTJbcj1g4/s320/69xq25_hZHDUF8teaY7nGQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was browsing through my pictures, and i came across this pic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The editing is very classical and it drives my mind to only one thing...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we won't be young as always.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;However, no matter how old we turn each year,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just hope that the friendship we share will be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;always young and pure...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917638936526071465-8352627130835526392?l=dipintomystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipintomystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8352627130835526392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dipintomystory.blogspot.com/2009/03/something-which-i-thought-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917638936526071465/posts/default/8352627130835526392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917638936526071465/posts/default/8352627130835526392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipintomystory.blogspot.com/2009/03/something-which-i-thought-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Banu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11267361915007742181</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/_idCjsL3ZG6I/Sa1rgtBzZMI/AAAAAAAABGk/N1GTJbcj1g4/s72-c/69xq25_hZHDUF8teaY7nGQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917638936526071465.post-723569243628561331</id><published>2009-02-25T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T11:47:05.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idCjsL3ZG6I/SaROTh25_II/AAAAAAAAA_c/wC8EhQ5a4yg/s1600-h/tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306452358362430594" style="WIDTH: 372px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idCjsL3ZG6I/SaROTh25_II/AAAAAAAAA_c/wC8EhQ5a4yg/s320/tears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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/3917638936526071465-723569243628561331?l=dipintomystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipintomystory.blogspot.com/feeds/723569243628561331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dipintomystory.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917638936526071465/posts/default/723569243628561331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917638936526071465/posts/default/723569243628561331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipintomystory.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Banu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11267361915007742181</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/_idCjsL3ZG6I/SaROTh25_II/AAAAAAAAA_c/wC8EhQ5a4yg/s72-c/tears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917638936526071465.post-7888036066282432216</id><published>2009-02-25T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T11:35:33.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idCjsL3ZG6I/SaRJwfEnEtI/AAAAAAAAA_M/JLqxoChgmsQ/s1600-h/brokenheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idCjsL3ZG6I/SaRJ-HTtbUI/AAAAAAAAA_U/NIvELYZgoec/s1600-h/brokenheart1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306447592411721026" style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idCjsL3ZG6I/SaRJ-HTtbUI/AAAAAAAAA_U/NIvELYZgoec/s320/brokenheart1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some things will never be the same again,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;reality has hit me hard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am truly broken into pieces,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;silent prevails...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/3917638936526071465-7888036066282432216?l=dipintomystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipintomystory.blogspot.com/feeds/7888036066282432216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dipintomystory.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-things-will-never-be-same-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917638936526071465/posts/default/7888036066282432216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917638936526071465/posts/default/7888036066282432216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipintomystory.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-things-will-never-be-same-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Banu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11267361915007742181</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/_idCjsL3ZG6I/SaRJ-HTtbUI/AAAAAAAAA_U/NIvELYZgoec/s72-c/brokenheart1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917638936526071465.post-5254519660783247002</id><published>2009-02-23T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:26:32.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi - &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tujhe Mein Rab Dikhta Hai song English Translation&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idCjsL3ZG6I/SaLl6PzfQZI/AAAAAAAAA_E/VKIHscQfK78/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306056099833528722" style="WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idCjsL3ZG6I/SaLl6PzfQZI/AAAAAAAAA_E/VKIHscQfK78/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;you are my paradise, you are my craving, you are what i pray for, you are what brings my soul peace. you are what cools my eyes to see, you are the footstep of my heart i dont know about anything ellse but i do know( in you i see God, o what should i do)-2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt; in an offering of love my head bows down to you, o what should i do in you i see GOd, o what should i do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;what kind of distance is this, what kind of helplessness that i have to touch you with only my eyes sometimes your scent, sometimes your words without asking for it i have recieved the whole world you are what lightens my heart, you are all the valueble things of lifetimes i dont know about anything ellse but i do know( in you i see God, o what should i do)-2 in an offering of love my head bows down to you, o what should i do in you i see GOd, o what should i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;cham cham it comes, it makes me yearn,your shadow bothersomely kisses how you smile, how you become shyis as if my God is spinningyou give me worth, you are my penancei dont know about anything ellse but i do know( in you i see God, o what should i do)-2in an offering of love my head bows down to you, o what should i do in you i see GOd, o what should i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;God has made this couple...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There is an Extra Ordinary Love Story in every Ordinary Jodi" &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This song &amp;amp; movie holds special memories within me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917638936526071465-5254519660783247002?l=dipintomystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipintomystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5254519660783247002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dipintomystory.blogspot.com/2009/02/rab-ne-bana-di-jodi-tujhe-mein-rab.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917638936526071465/posts/default/5254519660783247002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917638936526071465/posts/default/5254519660783247002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipintomystory.blogspot.com/2009/02/rab-ne-bana-di-jodi-tujhe-mein-rab.html' title=''/><author><name>Banu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11267361915007742181</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/_idCjsL3ZG6I/SaLl6PzfQZI/AAAAAAAAA_E/VKIHscQfK78/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917638936526071465.post-2799897518132728801</id><published>2009-02-22T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T09:55:48.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;I came across this short love poems and thought of blogging the ones which i love the most...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When all goes wrong, and my life runs amok,I think of you, and I get unstuck;In the midst of chaos, you make my heart sing;You’re my peace, my happiness, my everything.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Always Will&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I loved you then,And I love you still;I adore you now,And I always will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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/3917638936526071465-2799897518132728801?l=dipintomystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipintomystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2799897518132728801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dipintomystory.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-came-across-this-short-love-poems-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917638936526071465/posts/default/2799897518132728801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917638936526071465/posts/default/2799897518132728801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipintomystory.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-came-across-this-short-love-poems-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Banu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11267361915007742181</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-3917638936526071465.post-3365629518600869879</id><published>2009-02-19T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T10:36:48.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loved Ones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life has it's own beauty when one begins to forsee beyond the negativity which it has in store for each individual. Ups and downs are part &amp;amp; parcel of life. Education,Career,Entertainment are mostly the essential things each individual would have to come across. For a man to stay strong in life he needs the love, care, concern &amp;amp; support from his loved ones. Yet again this all falls under one beautiful word "love".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Family &amp;amp; Friends are important assets that everyone should learn how to treasure. They are the beautiful souls who keep us going at all times. Each man has his own emotions in his daily life. Be it happiness, sadness or even anger. During those emotional moments, a man could hurt his loved ones unknowingly. Like for an example, Mr.John had a long blooming day in his office and he heads back home. There comes his mom or wife with much concern and asks a simple question "have you eaten?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr.John with much irritation says "argh...shut up is that so important now!" and he walks away. The next moment his mom or wife would have been either sad or disturbed. Am saying this in the point to state that, even in our daily life it is this kind of actions when a man portray which would hurt their loved ones the most. It's really unfair to show your temper or irritations to others. And it is also under all those small issues that we could show much care and concern to our loved ones. Or if someone's just find it so hard to reply verbally, the best way which i always look forward at the end of the day is the hug therapy. Irritation, Anger and all the negative emotions are the one which stops us from showing concern. We can't avoid this emotions in our daily life. But we can do something about it. Like when your loved ones ask something out of a concern...all you have to do is just give them a hug and walk away. At least you would not hurt them for the moment....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;This is the thought of my day...let's treasure our loved ones...=)&lt;/span&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/3917638936526071465-3365629518600869879?l=dipintomystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipintomystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3365629518600869879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dipintomystory.blogspot.com/2009/02/loved-ones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917638936526071465/posts/default/3365629518600869879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917638936526071465/posts/default/3365629518600869879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipintomystory.blogspot.com/2009/02/loved-ones.html' title='Loved Ones'/><author><name>Banu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11267361915007742181</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-3917638936526071465.post-8778752545206277021</id><published>2009-02-17T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T12:28:27.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the friend of mine,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once you were my friend,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once you were my fighting buddy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once you were the reason for my smiles,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once you were the reason for my mumblings,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once you were everything i blabber about,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once your advises awakens me ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once you were there and the next moment your gone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once it was all about you...in my life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once it was just about the fun of our outings,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once...it was all just once...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now after all has happen, all i have in my mind is that will i have that &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Once"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; again...I miss that friend of mine. You changed me in a way. Am grateful for the person whom you have made me to be. That "thing" should not have occured. Yes it was very hurting for you, and all i want to say now is am truly sorry. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The Friendship we three use to share is very different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I just don't want to leave things hanging without any clue. This is not how it should be for the "friendship" we use to share. "She" knows it too. I might have failed to understand you in a point of time,but i will always treasure our friendship.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Am sincerely sorry, and it's really painful to feel that i will not have that "Once" again ever. I miss &amp;amp; have missed my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917638936526071465-8778752545206277021?l=dipintomystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipintomystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8778752545206277021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dipintomystory.blogspot.com/2009/02/once-you-were-my-friend-once-you-were.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917638936526071465/posts/default/8778752545206277021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917638936526071465/posts/default/8778752545206277021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipintomystory.blogspot.com/2009/02/once-you-were-my-friend-once-you-were.html' title='To the friend of mine,'/><author><name>Banu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11267361915007742181</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-3917638936526071465.post-8992521382480831193</id><published>2009-02-17T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T11:33:46.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;When am bored most of the time i will end up in some soccer pages over the net. Soccer is my fav hobby and reading articles about soccer updates are alwayz my favourite passtime. However, recently when khamz happen to be so bored she happened to stumble upon some interesting facts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Invention Of Zero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="factratemore" href="http://www.interestingfacts.org/?page=category&amp;amp;id=2"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Technology Facts Category&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;) &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zero was invented in India by Indian mathematicians dating as early as 5th century. They widely used it in calculations, astronomy and astrology. Zero was spread by Arabians to the Europe and there on it was spread all over. Before this, all Europeans used roman numerical which were difficult to calculate on as they were in the form of Symbols, lengthy and had limits.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Facebook Facts&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="factratemore" href="http://www.interestingfacts.org/?page=category&amp;amp;id=2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Internet Facts Category&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;) &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Facebook was originally named TheFaceBook and it was developed by Harvard student Mark Zuckerberg. The first use of the FaceBook was on the Harvard campus and it was limited only to Harvard students. Soon the FaceBook spread like wild fire around the other major U.S. Universities. Mark Zuckerberg dropped the Harvard and pursued his facebook dream to become one of the 4th most-trafficked websites in the world with more than 90 million active users. The FaceBook website is built on PHP-MySQL technology and it is probably the most popular PHP website ever built. Interesting fact is that the facebook.com domain was purchased for $200,000 and FaceBook has more than 24 million photos uploaded daily. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;More interesting facts could be found @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.interestingfacts.org/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;http://www.interestingfacts.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&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/3917638936526071465-8992521382480831193?l=dipintomystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipintomystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8992521382480831193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dipintomystory.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-am-bored-most-of-time-i-will-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917638936526071465/posts/default/8992521382480831193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917638936526071465/posts/default/8992521382480831193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipintomystory.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-am-bored-most-of-time-i-will-end.html' title=''/><author><name>Banu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11267361915007742181</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-3917638936526071465.post-5423516968724515937</id><published>2009-02-15T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T12:12:37.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Someone Who Is Always Close To My Heart,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idCjsL3ZG6I/SZhwe1PbNnI/AAAAAAAAAu8/n3Hh0icd01U/s1600-h/me+and+veeni+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303112236218922610" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 345px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idCjsL3ZG6I/SZhwe1PbNnI/AAAAAAAAAu8/n3Hh0icd01U/s320/me+and+veeni+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Someone whom i thought "sarcastic queen" in the first glance, turn out to be totally opposite. Veeni my dearest buddy whom have grown closer to me over the years...Thanks to w15d which was the main reason how i was introduced to a beautiful soul. "Wanna go toilet" was our first conversation, and we ended up sharing the same lip gloss. Till now those cute memories still comes back to me Veeni. There was also certain times i was inspired by your "1 dollar" accessories remember??? And we even chao classes to shop at cck hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;When i said am hungry and am broke at the same time...all you would say "shut up bitch" and you will drag me and nashitah(silat master...lol) along to w4 canteen. You will even know what food i love and instantly tapao. When i said hi to all the canteen aunties you will give me the kind of look which would mean "bloody bitch are you ok?". That look is seriously very hilarious veeni...it still makes me smile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;And there were even days i have overslept and your my never ending alarm clock. Calls after calls...what an hardworking soul haha...we will meet at woodlands and there comes our question "do we have to go class today???" My first year in Rp was the best yr ever...it was even best with you around veeni...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Thinking back all those times makes me smile and tear...i miss you alot and i miss that cute "attitude" of yours...And i miss the time we went to watch sakkarakati omg your comments were damn funny da i still can't digest those laughs...i, banz, you and zack all were into the "maruthani" song lol!!!! wad a movie with a supherb ending hehe...and ya please don't loose weight anymore!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;This post is specially dedicated to you my dearest buddy...i love the person found in you veeni...thankz for being so patient with me when i fail to answer most of your calls. thankz for being patient with all the craps i do...most of all thankz for being there for me...especially on my 21st birthday...deep within my heart your presence made my day...i really appreciate it with all my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;I treasure you alot and i would like to take this moment to say that you mean alot to me veeni...all the best in your future endervours and i'll be always be there for you buddy...Love ya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With Lots of love,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Khamsinah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&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/3917638936526071465-5423516968724515937?l=dipintomystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipintomystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5423516968724515937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dipintomystory.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-someone-who-is-always-close-to-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917638936526071465/posts/default/5423516968724515937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917638936526071465/posts/default/5423516968724515937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipintomystory.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-someone-who-is-always-close-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Banu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11267361915007742181</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/_idCjsL3ZG6I/SZhwe1PbNnI/AAAAAAAAAu8/n3Hh0icd01U/s72-c/me+and+veeni+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917638936526071465.post-209391810850198151</id><published>2009-02-15T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T09:45:37.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The poem which i felt like sharing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Tune &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every moment when this tune is being played, your memories encircles the world of my own. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't describe this feeling, but i merely wanna live within those moments with you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't bring myself up to tell you how much i miss you. That tune, the melody which bonded us together... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The times we might have met is short, but the memories with you will last me an eternity... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That memories and that special tune of us is more than enough for me to adore you in every way... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Within that tune resides our soul...all i need is that tune to keep me going with our memories.. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Loving you with all my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917638936526071465-209391810850198151?l=dipintomystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipintomystory.blogspot.com/feeds/209391810850198151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dipintomystory.blogspot.com/2009/02/poem-which-i-felt-like-sharing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917638936526071465/posts/default/209391810850198151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917638936526071465/posts/default/209391810850198151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipintomystory.blogspot.com/2009/02/poem-which-i-felt-like-sharing.html' title='The poem which i felt like sharing...'/><author><name>Banu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11267361915007742181</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-3917638936526071465.post-2452173400246444511</id><published>2009-02-13T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T07:17:02.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Significance of Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Most of the girls would adore flowers. However, roses are really one of the kind. 14 Febuary it's a day known for lovers. Be it, friends or even couples, roses are used as a basis of appreciation of love. For the past few days, i have been strolling around my neighbourhood and i never fail to bump into local flower shop who have lovely roses in different colours. People may have several prefrences on what colour roses they like or adore. To me apart from red roses, i always love white roses. Hence here my research of white roses begins...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idCjsL3ZG6I/SZWN92PY2vI/AAAAAAAAAus/ipiw1vsonak/s1600-h/white+roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302300229970221810" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idCjsL3ZG6I/SZWN92PY2vI/AAAAAAAAAus/ipiw1vsonak/s320/white+roses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The meaning of shimmering white roses is not very hard to decipher if you go by their appearance. The color white has always been synonymous with purity and virtue. And so, sincerity, purity, and chastity are some of the obvious meanings of a white rose. When you need to convince that your affections are straight from the heart and are as pure as virgin snow, use a white rose. But there are more hidden meanings in a white rose than meets the eye. White has ever been a symbol of innocence, of a world unspoiled and untarnished. The meaning of a bunch of glowing white roses is innocence and spiritual love. The white rose glorifies a love that is unaware of the temptations of the flesh and resides only in the soul. As opposed to the red rose that speaks of passionate promises, the meaning of a white rose is in its simplicity and pristine purity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;White Roses Truly Captures My Heart ...=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idCjsL3ZG6I/SZWN92PY2vI/AAAAAAAAAus/ipiw1vsonak/s1600-h/white+roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917638936526071465-2452173400246444511?l=dipintomystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipintomystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2452173400246444511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dipintomystory.blogspot.com/2009/02/significance-of-roses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917638936526071465/posts/default/2452173400246444511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917638936526071465/posts/default/2452173400246444511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipintomystory.blogspot.com/2009/02/significance-of-roses.html' title='Significance of Roses'/><author><name>Banu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11267361915007742181</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/_idCjsL3ZG6I/SZWN92PY2vI/AAAAAAAAAus/ipiw1vsonak/s72-c/white+roses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917638936526071465.post-8123136923494488422</id><published>2009-02-12T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T17:15:14.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello my dear friends,after long time am back in here again and this time i have decided to keep my blog layout very simple. Hope you guyz love the new look...now am craving for chappati!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To also start off with my very first entry...let me begin with my lovely ladies whom i miss alot...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idCjsL3ZG6I/SZTHSsim2wI/AAAAAAAAAuk/MByZSnC95yU/s1600-h/n707120362_2514701_5595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302081785329801986" style="WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idCjsL3ZG6I/SZTHSsim2wI/AAAAAAAAAuk/MByZSnC95yU/s320/n707120362_2514701_5595.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302081272103001874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idCjsL3ZG6I/SZTG00nzXxI/AAAAAAAAAuc/6SfFiyVFVN4/s320/n750068778_1469409_4493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To : Rahimah Banuh, Zackiyah Banuh, Ranjini &amp;amp; Janani &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really miss you girls alot...it'z high time that we all should me up for a chilling session. But i would like to take this oppurtunity to thank you guyz for giving me the good memories which we can look up to always even if we are gonna be turning old. A special note to my wonderful ladies no matter wherever you guys are, i wish you guyz all the best in your future undertakings...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With love,                     &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Khamsinah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3917638936526071465-8123136923494488422?l=dipintomystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipintomystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8123136923494488422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dipintomystory.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-my-dear-friendsafter-long-time-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917638936526071465/posts/default/8123136923494488422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3917638936526071465/posts/default/8123136923494488422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipintomystory.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-my-dear-friendsafter-long-time-am.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>Banu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11267361915007742181</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/_idCjsL3ZG6I/SZTHSsim2wI/AAAAAAAAAuk/MByZSnC95yU/s72-c/n707120362_2514701_5595.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
