<?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-1706083672749425910</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:58:46.102-08:00</updated><category term='Hold on to LORD and he&apos;ll hold ur hand forever...'/><category term='I ll always be there to take u out of the darkness into the light'/><category term='hold my hand and we ll fight the storm together'/><title type='text'>PERFECTION IS HERE!!!!!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706083672749425910/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dolly rohira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18218500323369719371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ILUmcA_4m1M/TAkZ7umE9GI/AAAAAAAAABY/csYv_b_zSEw/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706083672749425910.post-1397619343773397813</id><published>2010-07-10T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T09:50:16.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my story... my poem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILUmcA_4m1M/TDikIV2g_uI/AAAAAAAAACA/tV3EF2vFPDU/s1600/lonely1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492320208790028002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILUmcA_4m1M/TDikIV2g_uI/AAAAAAAAACA/tV3EF2vFPDU/s320/lonely1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;BRAVE GIRL...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;They call her a Brave Girl&lt;br /&gt;One they had never seen or heard&lt;br /&gt;She sees everything with different eyes&lt;br /&gt;With a different view of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call her a Brave Girl&lt;br /&gt;Who can stand up for herself&lt;br /&gt;She might want you but never need you&lt;br /&gt;So u keep your sympathy with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call her a Brave Girl&lt;br /&gt;Who could change anything she wants&lt;br /&gt;She can screw you hard&lt;br /&gt;With her teasing taunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call her a Brave Girl&lt;br /&gt;Who always got everything she wanted&lt;br /&gt;She knows how to move on, solving&lt;br /&gt;Every trouble by which she’s haunted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call her a Brave Girl&lt;br /&gt;Blindly believing what she shows them on face&lt;br /&gt;Though the genuine thoughts n feelings&lt;br /&gt;Are hidden somewhere behind her grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, Today…&lt;br /&gt;The Bravery of this Brave Girl&lt;br /&gt;Has disappeared somewhere&lt;br /&gt;The realistic view of life&lt;br /&gt;Has changed to fantasies everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside she feels like yelling, crying…&lt;br /&gt;But, the tears refuse to fall&lt;br /&gt;This suffocation is troubling her&lt;br /&gt;N she feels abandoned by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She raises her hand&lt;br /&gt;In prayer for someone to hold her back&lt;br /&gt;Who could take her out of the Dark&lt;br /&gt;N get her life back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She keeps shouting, crying, pleading…&lt;br /&gt;For just one to protect her…&lt;br /&gt;Jut one out of the whole world…&lt;br /&gt;Cuz she knows that if They lose her…&lt;br /&gt;No one would ever find another BRAVE GIRL!!!&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706083672749425910-1397619343773397813?l=dolloflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/feeds/1397619343773397813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-story-my-poem.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706083672749425910/posts/default/1397619343773397813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706083672749425910/posts/default/1397619343773397813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-story-my-poem.html' title='my story... my poem...'/><author><name>dolly rohira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18218500323369719371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ILUmcA_4m1M/TAkZ7umE9GI/AAAAAAAAABY/csYv_b_zSEw/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILUmcA_4m1M/TDikIV2g_uI/AAAAAAAAACA/tV3EF2vFPDU/s72-c/lonely1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706083672749425910.post-2375227673657664940</id><published>2010-06-23T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T09:51:46.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILUmcA_4m1M/TCI7Fx1Jk0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/KM8rFUvuI1A/s1600/love2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486012266552333122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILUmcA_4m1M/TCI7Fx1Jk0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/KM8rFUvuI1A/s320/love2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-St. Augustine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/1706083672749425910-2375227673657664940?l=dolloflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/feeds/2375227673657664940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-is-temporary-madness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706083672749425910/posts/default/2375227673657664940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706083672749425910/posts/default/2375227673657664940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-is-temporary-madness.html' title=''/><author><name>dolly rohira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18218500323369719371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ILUmcA_4m1M/TAkZ7umE9GI/AAAAAAAAABY/csYv_b_zSEw/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILUmcA_4m1M/TCI7Fx1Jk0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/KM8rFUvuI1A/s72-c/love2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706083672749425910.post-1783849251451335427</id><published>2010-06-18T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T09:41:20.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAST EVENING...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first completely abstract piece of work by my mind... or heart... whatever...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it took me longer than ever to write this one... n at last, i wrote womething which my heart wasnt really saying...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Last evening, while singing my song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;reflecting upon my journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;the soft breeze touched me hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;as if trying to speak of someone's heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;it all felt silent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;lyk the silence before the storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;the breeze brought along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;the aroma of a heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i forgot my song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;n stood mesmerised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;remembering the aroma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;n trying to forget it at the same time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;just when the storm took over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;n it all got blurred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;but i still stood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;suprised at the beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;beauty of the storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;n lull of the silence preceeding...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;just when the sky got clearer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;n so did the view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;when all  i cud see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;was a heart emerging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;out of nowhere in front of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;taking over every beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i had till then seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;the heart was the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;whose aroma the breeze had brought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;n it took away my soul with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;rendering worthless everything I had got!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706083672749425910-1783849251451335427?l=dolloflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/feeds/1783849251451335427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/2010/06/last-evening.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706083672749425910/posts/default/1783849251451335427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706083672749425910/posts/default/1783849251451335427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/2010/06/last-evening.html' title='LAST EVENING...'/><author><name>dolly rohira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18218500323369719371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ILUmcA_4m1M/TAkZ7umE9GI/AAAAAAAAABY/csYv_b_zSEw/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706083672749425910.post-6249510522414573417</id><published>2010-06-12T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T06:39:33.551-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hold on to LORD and he&apos;ll hold ur hand forever...'/><title type='text'>HOLDING ON...</title><content type='html'>Nothing was ever&lt;br /&gt;the way i wanted&lt;br /&gt;the gurt i got was&lt;br /&gt;beyond all measures&lt;br /&gt;But, i kept holding on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itrusted lyk hell&lt;br /&gt;and was betrayed again&lt;br /&gt;i loved again&lt;br /&gt;n gained more pain&lt;br /&gt;But, i kept holding on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my thrust&lt;br /&gt;but failed again&lt;br /&gt;the efforts i put&lt;br /&gt;all went in vain&lt;br /&gt;But, i kept holding on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried working out&lt;br /&gt;the things that were wrong&lt;br /&gt;n more i ve tried&lt;br /&gt;the worse it has gone&lt;br /&gt;But, i kept holding on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to clear&lt;br /&gt;the clouds that were grey&lt;br /&gt;couldnt ignore&lt;br /&gt;evrything they say&lt;br /&gt;But, i kept holding on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to trust again&lt;br /&gt;with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;but despite my efforts&lt;br /&gt;it all fell apart&lt;br /&gt;But, i kept holding on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eerything i do&lt;br /&gt;still seems wrong&lt;br /&gt;but to keep the faith alive&lt;br /&gt;i keep snging my song&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;I KEEP HOLDING ON!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706083672749425910-6249510522414573417?l=dolloflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/feeds/6249510522414573417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/2010/06/holding-on.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706083672749425910/posts/default/6249510522414573417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706083672749425910/posts/default/6249510522414573417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/2010/06/holding-on.html' title='HOLDING ON...'/><author><name>dolly rohira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18218500323369719371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ILUmcA_4m1M/TAkZ7umE9GI/AAAAAAAAABY/csYv_b_zSEw/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706083672749425910.post-3062668898719380483</id><published>2010-06-04T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T08:24:26.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hold my hand and we ll fight the storm together'/><title type='text'>No i wont giv up, no i wont break down... sooner than it seems lyfs turnd around... n i wil be strong, evn if it all goes wrong...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILUmcA_4m1M/TAkZBvEDcuI/AAAAAAAAABM/0luwv4OiJ2Y/s1600/when-im-free1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478937939276952290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILUmcA_4m1M/TAkZBvEDcuI/AAAAAAAAABM/0luwv4OiJ2Y/s320/when-im-free1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i m standing in the dark i still believe... that SOMEONE'S WATCHING OVER ME!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont know why but i m desperately feeling this urge to write something really good... till i cum up with it... i would like you all to read some of my poems... one of which is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ONE DAY...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, i ll be free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;free to run away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to wake my dreams &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to stand my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day i ll be pure &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pure to speak right from my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not to hurt you with my words &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to leave all bygone things apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day i ll be true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;true not just to everyone but to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to look at the inside of everything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and not just believe what i hear or see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day i ll be laughing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;laughing to hide my tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to hide the pain in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that i would have gone through in the past years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day i ll be enjoying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enjoying the life of my own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just by trying to make everyone smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no matter whether i am or not known.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day i ll be happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy to be what i ll be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to do all the things i want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;n to see the world as i wanna see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day i ll be living &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;living all the colors of my lyf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a lyf full of hope and peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without any evil or strife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day i ll be the one &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who i ve always wanted to be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who that is i still dont know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but atleast that ll be the REAL ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ONE DAY I LL DISCOVER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DISCOVER a new world of mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with a new sun and the blue skies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i ll be ready to RISE AND SHINE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706083672749425910-3062668898719380483?l=dolloflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/feeds/3062668898719380483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-i-wont-giv-up-no-i-wont-break-down.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706083672749425910/posts/default/3062668898719380483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706083672749425910/posts/default/3062668898719380483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-i-wont-giv-up-no-i-wont-break-down.html' title='No i wont giv up, no i wont break down... sooner than it seems lyfs turnd around... n i wil be strong, evn if it all goes wrong...'/><author><name>dolly rohira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18218500323369719371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ILUmcA_4m1M/TAkZ7umE9GI/AAAAAAAAABY/csYv_b_zSEw/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ILUmcA_4m1M/TAkZBvEDcuI/AAAAAAAAABM/0luwv4OiJ2Y/s72-c/when-im-free1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706083672749425910.post-8232356792727798021</id><published>2010-06-03T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T09:49:02.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They say that gud things take time... but really great things happen in the blink of an eye!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILUmcA_4m1M/TAfb274umoI/AAAAAAAAABE/6aBODEqoSao/s1600/girl-and-rain-dark-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478589208554543746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILUmcA_4m1M/TAfb274umoI/AAAAAAAAABE/6aBODEqoSao/s320/girl-and-rain-dark-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As i was happily experiencing every great thing coming to me... not really effortlessly, but unexpectedly... when suddenly, there came a flood of vibrations to me which seemed to convey something vry strange, sumthing unwanted... and they complicated everything that earlier seemed so simple... as i becum an observer to thE dramatic changes taking place around me... some things fallinig into place effortlessly, and others shattering even after utmost care... just decide to remain quiet and watch...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the following poem i wrote when i felt this way last tym... that was when it rained in the city last tym... n the coincidence is that its raining even today... the weather has brought back the same old feelings...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY UNEXPRESSED EMOTIONS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was quiet a few hours back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;warm outside and calm within&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its stormy outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there's thunder in my heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the air seems to tell me something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something that's born within my own inner self&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but couldnt find a way out to express&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which now the weather seems to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the shaking of the trees &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seems to be out my own frustration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the rain is the tear of my despair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the unusual storm is the uncertainity of my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that takes me forth for a moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and drags me back for another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am standing near the window&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since the storm started&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looking for an answer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the blues and the trees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but they all seem to be equally confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;people are enjoying the weather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but "I" m busy observing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;observing the cause of this sudden strangeness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that surrounds me in this familiar environment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the storm gets wilder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the rain gets intense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deperate to express &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my feelings and their emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it feels strange&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;strange to see how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heavens can cry ini grief&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and laugh in joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know not what the cause is today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my sense of judgement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this weather seems to destroy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the feeling of despair &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is grabbing me in its dents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the weather gives in to my unexpressed emotions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the STORM QUIETLY ENDS!!!&lt;/div&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/1706083672749425910-8232356792727798021?l=dolloflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/feeds/8232356792727798021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/2010/06/they-say-that-gud-things-take-time-but.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706083672749425910/posts/default/8232356792727798021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706083672749425910/posts/default/8232356792727798021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/2010/06/they-say-that-gud-things-take-time-but.html' title='They say that gud things take time... but really great things happen in the blink of an eye!'/><author><name>dolly rohira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18218500323369719371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ILUmcA_4m1M/TAkZ7umE9GI/AAAAAAAAABY/csYv_b_zSEw/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILUmcA_4m1M/TAfb274umoI/AAAAAAAAABE/6aBODEqoSao/s72-c/girl-and-rain-dark-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706083672749425910.post-1319470164290539560</id><published>2010-06-02T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T02:01:39.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I ll always be there to take u out of the darkness into the light'/><title type='text'>For YOU...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILUmcA_4m1M/TAYd32tzNrI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mb3hghgiXjg/s1600/belief.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478098842160412338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILUmcA_4m1M/TAYd32tzNrI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mb3hghgiXjg/s320/belief.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;A few Inspirational lines i wrote long back... thought it would help a few of my friends today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep looking forward&lt;br /&gt;dont go back&lt;br /&gt;however u are&lt;br /&gt;you are on the right track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people might find u right&lt;br /&gt;they might take you wrong&lt;br /&gt;dont care what others say&lt;br /&gt;you have to go a way too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sun will rise everyday&lt;br /&gt;and so will the moon&lt;br /&gt;i know its not that easy&lt;br /&gt;but u ll reach ur destination very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if people dont cease to fight&lt;br /&gt;so what if nothing seems to go right&lt;br /&gt;the blues sky is always above you&lt;br /&gt;and the sun still shines the same bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if u dont succeed today&lt;br /&gt;so what if u dont get your way&lt;br /&gt;u still have a long way ahead&lt;br /&gt;to wake your dreams and to stand your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorrows and happiness&lt;br /&gt;are not both apart&lt;br /&gt;its your attitude that makes a difference&lt;br /&gt;and the purity of your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever you are&lt;br /&gt;whatever u ll be&lt;br /&gt;i ll always be there&lt;br /&gt;to make things better for u,&lt;br /&gt;u ll see!!!&lt;br /&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/1706083672749425910-1319470164290539560?l=dolloflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/feeds/1319470164290539560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/2010/06/for-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706083672749425910/posts/default/1319470164290539560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706083672749425910/posts/default/1319470164290539560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/2010/06/for-you.html' title='For YOU...'/><author><name>dolly rohira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18218500323369719371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ILUmcA_4m1M/TAkZ7umE9GI/AAAAAAAAABY/csYv_b_zSEw/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILUmcA_4m1M/TAYd32tzNrI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mb3hghgiXjg/s72-c/belief.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706083672749425910.post-4514883280839898647</id><published>2010-05-21T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T03:16:51.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILUmcA_4m1M/S_ZdVNPvEmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0Sls372bU_A/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473665016029712994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILUmcA_4m1M/S_ZdVNPvEmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0Sls372bU_A/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;COMPLICATED COMPLICATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Words don’t really seem to strike me right now but the feelings do which have forced me to write once again… not just for the sake of keeping the words flowing… but to really say something… which is out of my thought process… which even I don’t seem to understand… except for the fact that I just want to write!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just yesterday that I FINALLY got over with my exams… “so many shocks… n so many insults in just 2 months”… I bet we students deserve an award for the trauma we go through!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, coming back to myself… as I finally step out from the traumatic period of 2 “long-long” months… I wanted to do everything I expected I will… n to begin with I got the movie tickets… my further plans included going to my friends… partying… sleeping… reading… in short enjoying my life to the fullest…&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t know what It was…that struck me so hard yester night that took away all the beautiful thoughts from my mind!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I no more felt like enjoying… all I needed and I still do… is perfect isolation…&lt;br /&gt;From everything… from everyone… I need a moment of silence when I can just introspect and do nothing else… but the SILENCE around me seems to disturb the SILENCE that I want!!!&lt;br /&gt;…Strange yet true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I m being negative about anything… its not even that I m feeling super good… neither am I feeling normal… I am just feeling confused… confused about what is so confusing to me???...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Is it that has held me so tight from being the way I want to be…&lt;br /&gt;What is it that is stopping me from enjoying my life…?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t seem to find any answers… and I don’t even think I really want to find them!&lt;br /&gt;I just want to let be… but still want to change…&lt;br /&gt;I feel like socializing a bit… but at the same time… feel lyk standing aside…&lt;br /&gt;I want to uncomplicated… but am still complicating myself…&lt;br /&gt;There is really nothing about which I should be thinking so… but still the confusion has taken a hold…!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I simplify myself soon…&lt;br /&gt;And I wish you’ll pray for the same!!!&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/1706083672749425910-4514883280839898647?l=dolloflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/feeds/4514883280839898647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/2010/05/complicated-complication-words-dont.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706083672749425910/posts/default/4514883280839898647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706083672749425910/posts/default/4514883280839898647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/2010/05/complicated-complication-words-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>dolly rohira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18218500323369719371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ILUmcA_4m1M/TAkZ7umE9GI/AAAAAAAAABY/csYv_b_zSEw/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ILUmcA_4m1M/S_ZdVNPvEmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0Sls372bU_A/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706083672749425910.post-8910768511879793982</id><published>2010-05-14T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T11:22:37.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILUmcA_4m1M/S-2UZoHRLrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j9JjYYIB-tY/s1600/inspiration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471192290310565554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILUmcA_4m1M/S-2UZoHRLrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j9JjYYIB-tY/s320/inspiration.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;at this time as many of my friends are falling victims to this depression which i was facing a couple of days back... i want u all to read the following lines from a song call THE CLIMB... i drive strength frm it... i hope it helps my friends too...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;THE CLIMB&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can almost see it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That dream I'm dreaming&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;butThere's a voice inside my head sayin,You'll never reach it,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every step I'm taking,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every move I make feels&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lost with no direction&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My faith is shaking &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but IGot to keep trying&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got to keep my head held high&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's always going to be another mountain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm always going to want to make it move&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Always going to be an uphill battle,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes you going to have to lose,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ain't about what?s waiting on the other side&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's the climb&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The struggles I'm facing,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The chances I'm taking&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes they knock me down &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but No I'm not breaking&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I may not know it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But these are the moments that&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm going to remember most yeah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just got to keep goingAnd I,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got to be strong&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just keep pushing on, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cause There's always going to be another mountain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm always going to want to make it move&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Always going to be an uphill battle,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I'm going to have to lose,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's the climb&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's the climb&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keep on moving&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keep climbing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keep the faith baby&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's all about&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's all about &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The climb&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keep the faith&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keep your faith!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706083672749425910-8910768511879793982?l=dolloflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/feeds/8910768511879793982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/2010/05/at-this-time-as-many-of-my-friends-are.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706083672749425910/posts/default/8910768511879793982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706083672749425910/posts/default/8910768511879793982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/2010/05/at-this-time-as-many-of-my-friends-are.html' title=''/><author><name>dolly rohira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18218500323369719371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ILUmcA_4m1M/TAkZ7umE9GI/AAAAAAAAABY/csYv_b_zSEw/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ILUmcA_4m1M/S-2UZoHRLrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/j9JjYYIB-tY/s72-c/inspiration.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706083672749425910.post-1963837514585313579</id><published>2010-04-26T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T00:12:21.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEWARE!!!</title><content type='html'>I received this mail from a frnd a few days back... and was terrified to read it...&lt;br /&gt;i could have just mailed it to u all... and i even did... but i know that no on e really has enough tym today to read FORWARDED MAILS... especially wen it carries so much of the text!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls go ahead...&lt;br /&gt;This story is said to be True,But be warned it is NOT NICE!&lt;br /&gt;This is a true story, it has been confirmed, the Medical Centre phonenumber at the end of this story is real..This guy went out on a Saturday night a few weeks ago to a party. He was having a good time and had a couple of beers and some girls seemed to like him and one invited him to go to another party. He quickly agreed and decided to go along with her. She took him to a party in some apartment and they continued to drink, and even got involved with some unknown drug.The next thing he knew, he woke up completely naked in a bathtub filled with ice. He was still feeling the effects of the drugs, but looked around to see he was alone. He looked down at his chest, which had 'CALL 000 or YOU'LL DIE' written on it with lipstick. He saw a phone was on a stand next to the tub so he picked it up and dialled. He explained to the EMS operator what the situation was and that he didn't know where he was, what he took, or why he was really calling.She advised him to get out of the tub. He did, and he appeared normal, so she told him to check his back.. He did. He found two nine inch slits on his lower back. She told him to get back into the tubimmediately, and they sent a rescue team over. Apparently, after being examined, he found out more of what had happened. His kidneys were stolen. They were worth $10,000 each on the black market. Several guesses are in order: The people involved had to be at least medical students and it was not just recreational drugs he was given. Regardless, he is currently in the hospital on a life support, awaiting a spare kidney. The University of Sydney in conjunction withthe Royal Prince Alfred hospital is conducting tissue research to match the victim with a donor. I wish to warn you about a new crime ring that is targeting business travellers. This ring is well organized and well funded, has very skilled personnel and is currently operating in most major cities around the world and recently very active in Sydney ......This is not a scam or out of science fiction novel. It is real. It is documented and confirmable. If you travel or someone close to you travels, please be careful. Sadly, this is very true. My friend's husband is a Sydney EMT and they have received alerts regarding this crime ring. It is to be taken very seriously. The daughter of a friend of a fire-fighter had this happen to her. Skilled doctors are performing these crimes! (which, by the way have been highly noted in the Brisbane area). Additionally, the military has received alerts regarding this. I REALLY WANT AS MANY PEOPLE TO SEE THIS AS POSSIBLE SO PLEASE BOUNCETHIS TO WHOEVER YOU CAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i dont really seem to understand is that how can a person who has acquired the noble skills of a doctor be so merciless to commit such a sin... doctors are thought to be the avators of god.. our life-savers... well if this is what a life saver does... i dont think anyone would even feel safe admitting a dear i n the hospital next tym...&lt;br /&gt;pls forward the text to as many as u can... nd save ur frnds and family... who myt becum the victim of such a scam in the future!!!&lt;br /&gt;I ll be uploading more such stories... so please do checking in... and get AWARE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706083672749425910-1963837514585313579?l=dolloflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/feeds/1963837514585313579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/2010/04/beware.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706083672749425910/posts/default/1963837514585313579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706083672749425910/posts/default/1963837514585313579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/2010/04/beware.html' title='BEWARE!!!'/><author><name>dolly rohira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18218500323369719371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ILUmcA_4m1M/TAkZ7umE9GI/AAAAAAAAABY/csYv_b_zSEw/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706083672749425910.post-2514728451840247483</id><published>2010-04-12T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T09:28:11.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I TRIED SO HARD...</title><content type='html'>ITS THE ONLY THING I HAVE TO SAY AFTER MESSING UP WITH MY JEE ...&lt;br /&gt;SOMETHING I WAS PREPARING FOR SINCE THE LAST 2 YRS...&lt;br /&gt;It starts with one thing i dunno why...&lt;br /&gt;i doesnt even matter how hard u try&lt;br /&gt;keep that in mind i designed this rhyme&lt;br /&gt;(remind myself how i tried so hard)&lt;br /&gt;to explain i ndue time&lt;br /&gt;all i know...&lt;br /&gt; that tym is a valuable thing&lt;br /&gt;watch it pass by as the pendulum swings&lt;br /&gt;watch it count down till the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;the clock ticks lyf away&lt;br /&gt;its so unreal...&lt;br /&gt;didnt look out below&lt;br /&gt;watch the tym go ryt out the window&lt;br /&gt;trying to hold on&lt;br /&gt;didnt even knw&lt;br /&gt;wasted it all just to watch u go...&lt;br /&gt;i kept evrythng insyd&lt;br /&gt;n evn though i tried it all fell apart&lt;br /&gt;what it meant to b will eventually b a memory&lt;br /&gt;of a  tym when i tried so hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had put my thrust in you&lt;br /&gt;and pushd as far as i cud go&lt;br /&gt;for all this&lt;br /&gt;theres only 1 thing u shud know&lt;br /&gt;i tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;and got so far&lt;br /&gt;but in the end&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt evn matter&lt;br /&gt;i had to fall&lt;br /&gt;TO LOSE IT ALL...&lt;br /&gt;ND I DID LOSE IT ALL!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(taken frm IN THE END by LINKIN PARK)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706083672749425910-2514728451840247483?l=dolloflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/feeds/2514728451840247483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-tried-so-hard.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706083672749425910/posts/default/2514728451840247483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706083672749425910/posts/default/2514728451840247483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-tried-so-hard.html' title='I TRIED SO HARD...'/><author><name>dolly rohira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18218500323369719371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ILUmcA_4m1M/TAkZ7umE9GI/AAAAAAAAABY/csYv_b_zSEw/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706083672749425910.post-1498467659396327431</id><published>2009-01-09T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:50:04.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST LEARNT A NEW LESSON</title><content type='html'>JUST LEARNT A NEW LESSON&lt;br /&gt;YES… I ve recently learnt a new lesson in my life…&lt;br /&gt;People say that if u r really close to someone… if u really have a true friend… then that friend will always listen to u before u speak… he/she will always understand u even before u explain… but I personally believe that this is all false… all this seems gud in talks but this is something far from reality…&lt;br /&gt; I don’t know if any of u might have experienced it or not… but since I have, I know how it is…&lt;br /&gt;When u seriously need someone… when u desperately need to talk to someone… when u actually need a true friend… u have no one…&lt;br /&gt;It’s just YOU and Ur LORD… yes, Ur lord… who’ll never leave u apart…&lt;br /&gt;EXPECTATIONS for anyone can turn out to be troubles sometime…&lt;br /&gt;If u keep ur expectations too high for anyone… it does become a problem at some point of ur life… the sooner we understand this, the better we can prevent the trouble…&lt;br /&gt;If u expect too much from someone, its ur fault not his/hers.&lt;br /&gt;I‘ll tell u how I learnt this lesson:-&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have been going through great stress in my life… and these are the times when u can expect ur friends to be with u… and u do start expecting too much from them… and there u go wrong… as I did… and wat was I left with… nothing but disappointment…&lt;br /&gt;But never the less… I have finally realized that even if I have “nobody” with me… but I always have him… MY LORD… who’s always listening to me… caring for me…&lt;br /&gt;SO… BELIEVING THAT IT’S BETTER TO LOWER EXPECTATIONS FROM PEOPLE THAN TO FACE DISAPPOINTMENT IN THE END… I have finally lowered my expectations from everyone…&lt;br /&gt;And I feel much better now…&lt;br /&gt;Nd, moreover… one thing that I would like to tell everyone is that… if u really need someone… don’t wait for the person to understand… just go and talk to him/her…&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let a communication gap weaken ur relationship with anyone…&lt;br /&gt;Though my friends didn’t understand me at this time of my life… but I still say that I have true friends… and the bestest friends… coz I know that if they had any idea about my condition… they would have always supported me… and they did support me…always… MORALLY…&lt;br /&gt;But trust me people… if u really have someone in ur life who does understand u beyond ur words… then don’t, in any case, let ur relationship with the person weaken, in any way… coz that person must be MORE THAN THE WORLD… FOR U…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706083672749425910-1498467659396327431?l=dolloflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/feeds/1498467659396327431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-learnt-new-lesson.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706083672749425910/posts/default/1498467659396327431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706083672749425910/posts/default/1498467659396327431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-learnt-new-lesson.html' title='JUST LEARNT A NEW LESSON'/><author><name>dolly rohira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18218500323369719371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ILUmcA_4m1M/TAkZ7umE9GI/AAAAAAAAABY/csYv_b_zSEw/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706083672749425910.post-8947719564213519522</id><published>2009-01-02T02:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T02:16:50.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday, We finally ended up with another year… YEAR 2008…    nd here cums 2009……&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME&lt;br /&gt;After going thru the whole 2008, that actually taught me so many lessons with so many experiences… the cuming of 2009 was lyk a grand event that demanded a grand celebratioin…&lt;br /&gt;Lyk all the other years, here comes another one full of HOPES, COLORS (of joys and sorrows), NEW EXPERIENCES… nd wat not…&lt;br /&gt;As we enter another year… we have new plans, new hopes, nd new promises made to ourselves wat we call as NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS… but how many times did we abide by them????? How many years have ended with the fulfillment of the promises that we made to ourselves at the beginning of the year??? Wat was ur resolution as 2008 began… u don’t even remember… hardly any of us does…&lt;br /&gt;Its not that we don’t know that v are not going to follow our resolutions… its just that we don’t give up… we still have those bright rays of hopes lit in our hearts that yes… some day… we will fulfill our resolutions… nd we continue to make them… even today we still have a long list of resolutions that we have made for 2009… though even we know that the list will just remain a piece of paper that ll be thrown away in the trash box very soon nd by the end of the year we ll hardly remember any of our resolutions…&lt;br /&gt;You must be wondering if this girl is against making any kind of resolutions in our lives…… NO.. its not so…&lt;br /&gt;As… even I have my own resolutions for 2009. my resolution IS to study harder this year… I m writing this entry at 11pm on the 1st of Jan… nd I had planned to spend the whole day today studying… and GUESS WAT? I  have not yet studied a word…&lt;br /&gt;So there goes my resolution…&lt;br /&gt;Making resolutions in your lives is not wrong… In fact, Its very important… but I think, before we MAKE any kind of RESOUTION in our life… we shud first MAKE up our MIND to abide by it… lyk, if my resolution is to study harder this year… even if I didn’t study today… I still have a whole year ahead to stand by my resolution, right?&lt;br /&gt;I mean… even if I wasted one day enjoying myself(which is not wrong)… I still have 364 days ahead… in which I m seriously going to try working hard…&lt;br /&gt;So friends… don’t stop making resolutions… if u have not yet made them, then make them now… as they are really important in our life…&lt;br /&gt;SOME RESOLUTIONS CAN BRING ABOUT GR8 CHANGES IN UR LIVES… which may not give u success but will definitely act as a stepping stone towards success…&lt;br /&gt;Whatever be ur resolutions this year… just go and chase them… but before that, add one more to them… i.e.      TO have much more faith in god than last year…&lt;br /&gt;Bcoz………&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;              JUST AS ANGELS ARE ATTRACTED&lt;br /&gt;             TO LIGHT OF JOY AND KINDNESS…&lt;br /&gt;                        SO ARE MIRACLES,&lt;br /&gt;              THAT ARE ATTRACTED TO THE&lt;br /&gt;                          LAMP OF FAITH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706083672749425910-8947719564213519522?l=dolloflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/feeds/8947719564213519522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-resolutions-so-yesterday-we.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706083672749425910/posts/default/8947719564213519522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706083672749425910/posts/default/8947719564213519522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-resolutions-so-yesterday-we.html' title=''/><author><name>dolly rohira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18218500323369719371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ILUmcA_4m1M/TAkZ7umE9GI/AAAAAAAAABY/csYv_b_zSEw/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1706083672749425910.post-8640227712396439743</id><published>2009-01-02T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T02:16:07.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>INNOCENT TEENAGERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry goes for all my teenager frnds…..&lt;br /&gt;How many days back did u sit with Ur mom and talked to her for an hour or so…...???Or how many days back did u get sum time to have an outing with Ur family……..??I guess dat must be long back…&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever realized dat in the rat race of this world…we have forgotten some of those valuable people in our life, who do make a difference to us….?????? These ppl include our frnds, teachers nd even our parents (believe it or not)… and trust me, it’s not our fault in any way… coz we, the INNOCENT TEENAGERS are being pissed by the world around us… I mean its not dat someone is after us……forcing us to do well… but the world is going so fast dat if u don’t pick up, u ll certainly lag behind….nd thus lose the tide of time…&lt;br /&gt;If  we don’t find a solution to this very soon, v ll  certainly find ourselves totally screwed up with everything… even if we cannot spend much time with everyone around us…we can at least call them up sometimes nd tell them once in a while dat we love them so much…and we do care for them. ..Trust me; even these words of yours will give them utter happiness…….&lt;br /&gt;So, next time, when u feel u have unintentionally ignored somebody, just walk up to them and tell them how much u care…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz u might have sometime ignored someone for whom u were their world….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1706083672749425910-8640227712396439743?l=dolloflord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/feeds/8640227712396439743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/2009/01/innocent-teenagers-this-entry-goes-for.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706083672749425910/posts/default/8640227712396439743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1706083672749425910/posts/default/8640227712396439743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dolloflord.blogspot.com/2009/01/innocent-teenagers-this-entry-goes-for.html' title=''/><author><name>dolly rohira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18218500323369719371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ILUmcA_4m1M/TAkZ7umE9GI/AAAAAAAAABY/csYv_b_zSEw/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
