<?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-3663431949687926645</id><updated>2012-01-23T00:21:07.391+10:30</updated><title type='text'>A woman of many shades...</title><subtitle type='html'>A WOMAN OF MANY SHADES...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-4382069339221293008</id><published>2011-11-11T17:08:00.005+10:30</published><updated>2011-11-21T19:51:26.306+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Intezaar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EkI8omb-6VU/TrzETy6RDMI/AAAAAAAAAz0/znpyvuGTknI/s1600/sill_by_dolbsha-d3au94e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EkI8omb-6VU/TrzETy6RDMI/AAAAAAAAAz0/znpyvuGTknI/s400/sill_by_dolbsha-d3au94e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673625474942700738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khidki kinaare baithe intezaar karna, fuzool hai,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na deewaarein bolti hain, na darvaaza khadakta hai,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dil-e-naushad zameen par gir, kai tukdo main bikhar jaata hai,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum unhi tukdo ko chunne main, mashgool hua karte hain... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Picture by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://dolbsha.deviantart.com/art/Sill-199606190?q=boost%3Apopular%20window%20sill&amp;amp;qo=6"&gt;*Dolbsha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-4382069339221293008?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/4382069339221293008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2011/11/intezaar.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/4382069339221293008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/4382069339221293008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2011/11/intezaar.html' title='Intezaar'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EkI8omb-6VU/TrzETy6RDMI/AAAAAAAAAz0/znpyvuGTknI/s72-c/sill_by_dolbsha-d3au94e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-3787059448882970541</id><published>2011-10-05T00:38:00.005+10:30</published><updated>2011-10-05T01:05:13.971+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Taking the long way around</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R72MlSJndzE/TosXGDiK1LI/AAAAAAAAAzk/uuJgnu3S1cM/s1600/Shattered_by_lilpastshadow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R72MlSJndzE/TosXGDiK1LI/AAAAAAAAAzk/uuJgnu3S1cM/s400/Shattered_by_lilpastshadow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659642749516436658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crave for thee, my soulful self,&lt;br /&gt;When all else is washing away,&lt;br /&gt;You stand there, silently,&lt;br /&gt;Gazing deep in endless depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cries, no tears, not even a whispering sound,&lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand with my soulful self,&lt;br /&gt;We are taking the long way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking the longest way around :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture by ~&lt;a href="http://browse.deviantart.com/photography/?qh=&amp;amp;section=&amp;amp;q=taking+the+long+way+around#/d292j4j"&gt;lilpastshadow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top:-4px"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a class="u" href="http://lilpastshadow.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-3787059448882970541?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/3787059448882970541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2011/10/taking-long-way-around.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/3787059448882970541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/3787059448882970541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2011/10/taking-long-way-around.html' title='Taking the long way around'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R72MlSJndzE/TosXGDiK1LI/AAAAAAAAAzk/uuJgnu3S1cM/s72-c/Shattered_by_lilpastshadow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-3898213009821016642</id><published>2011-09-23T16:25:00.006+09:30</published><updated>2011-09-29T11:53:14.487+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Lovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b0suftJ6TLc/ToPU93vOaoI/AAAAAAAAAy4/EfDfwBLqeVY/s1600/Snake_by_angtuldok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657599716306610818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b0suftJ6TLc/ToPU93vOaoI/AAAAAAAAAy4/EfDfwBLqeVY/s400/Snake_by_angtuldok.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop.&lt;br /&gt;Coiling in her brain like snakes do.&lt;br /&gt;Hiss.&lt;br /&gt;But, do not poison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coil around her neck.&lt;br /&gt;Strangle.&lt;br /&gt;With all the mighty power that you have, lover.&lt;br /&gt;Start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovers, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Picture by &lt;a href="http://browse.deviantart.com/photography/conceptual/?qh=&amp;amp;section=&amp;amp;q=snake#/d2wlr3j"&gt;angtuldok&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-3898213009821016642?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/3898213009821016642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2011/09/lovers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/3898213009821016642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/3898213009821016642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2011/09/lovers.html' title='Lovers'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b0suftJ6TLc/ToPU93vOaoI/AAAAAAAAAy4/EfDfwBLqeVY/s72-c/Snake_by_angtuldok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-2540256213381933995</id><published>2011-09-15T00:09:00.006+09:30</published><updated>2011-09-15T11:00:15.019+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Salty water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7RWTaMETYEg/TnC-9V5yOPI/AAAAAAAAAyw/6GjgnUEsdvs/s1600/Pier_Waves__by_nectar666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652227493410781426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7RWTaMETYEg/TnC-9V5yOPI/AAAAAAAAAyw/6GjgnUEsdvs/s400/Pier_Waves__by_nectar666.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He carried me across the ocean&lt;br /&gt;On his back&lt;br /&gt;Like a snail carries its shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether I am home to him&lt;br /&gt;Or he is to me&lt;br /&gt;Only the giant waves can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If these waves billow greatly,&lt;br /&gt;It is surely a sign, my dear&lt;br /&gt;They are not the ones to cry needlessly&lt;br /&gt;The shore just maybe near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If over these waves today we fly,&lt;br /&gt;We may fathom their endless depth,&lt;br /&gt;If in these waves today we drown,&lt;br /&gt;We can stop chasing that fleeting crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if in this ocean today we live,&lt;br /&gt;We can suck the salty water off each others mouths.&lt;br /&gt;Fun, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Picture by ~&lt;a href="http://nectar666.deviantart.com/art/Pier-Waves-146669672?q=boost%3Apopular%20in%3Aphotography%20waves&amp;amp;qo=26"&gt;nectar666&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-2540256213381933995?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/2540256213381933995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2011/09/salty-water.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/2540256213381933995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/2540256213381933995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2011/09/salty-water.html' title='Salty water'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7RWTaMETYEg/TnC-9V5yOPI/AAAAAAAAAyw/6GjgnUEsdvs/s72-c/Pier_Waves__by_nectar666.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-7451507900993011936</id><published>2011-09-05T18:56:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2011-09-05T19:04:55.784+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Smoke baby smoke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yAk2rJL5W98/TmSXGmGy8rI/AAAAAAAAAyk/z2kghtYNl-4/s1600/Le_Gasp_by_spacecadet18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yAk2rJL5W98/TmSXGmGy8rI/AAAAAAAAAyk/z2kghtYNl-4/s400/Le_Gasp_by_spacecadet18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648805972193505970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cigarettes and smoke&lt;br /&gt;Linger in the air&lt;br /&gt;Like the scent of his skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny spirals&lt;br /&gt;Go round and round&lt;br /&gt;Like the words that he coined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught in between is she&lt;br /&gt;In all her misery&lt;br /&gt;Limping ahead&lt;br /&gt;For one gasp of air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Picture by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://spacecadet18.deviantart.com/art/Le-Gasp-103433676?q=boost%3Apopular%20in%3Aphotography%20gasp&amp;amp;qo=55"&gt;*spacecadet18&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-7451507900993011936?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/7451507900993011936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2011/09/smoke-baby-smoke.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/7451507900993011936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/7451507900993011936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2011/09/smoke-baby-smoke.html' title='Smoke baby smoke'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yAk2rJL5W98/TmSXGmGy8rI/AAAAAAAAAyk/z2kghtYNl-4/s72-c/Le_Gasp_by_spacecadet18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-3748877004039960048</id><published>2011-08-16T15:55:00.007+09:30</published><updated>2011-08-16T16:25:08.446+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Whether you like it, or not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XYQjXDT2Un4/TkoPf4Sv4fI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/OBH1eA5TyU4/s1600/colors_of_the_wind_by_blackjack0919-d2xzknf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XYQjXDT2Un4/TkoPf4Sv4fI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/OBH1eA5TyU4/s400/colors_of_the_wind_by_blackjack0919-d2xzknf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641338523596349938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the wind that blows you in different directions,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sways you away from one port to another,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carries you, tarries you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you like it, or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the wind that often shows you the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takes you forward and lets you stay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caresses your face, slows you down in the race,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you like it, or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Picture by &lt;a href="http://browse.deviantart.com/photography/?qh=&amp;amp;section=&amp;amp;q=wind#/d2xzknf"&gt;~BlackJack0919&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-3748877004039960048?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/3748877004039960048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2011/08/whether-you-like-it-or-not.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/3748877004039960048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/3748877004039960048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2011/08/whether-you-like-it-or-not.html' title='Whether you like it, or not.'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XYQjXDT2Un4/TkoPf4Sv4fI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/OBH1eA5TyU4/s72-c/colors_of_the_wind_by_blackjack0919-d2xzknf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-5096670564539888498</id><published>2011-05-28T21:59:00.014+09:30</published><updated>2011-07-25T01:17:51.073+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Some came into my life for a reason, others for a season and one for a lifetime.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-znK-RlVdfIU/Tiw-ljCZzdI/AAAAAAAAAwM/acG_Uw5B2kw/s1600/Still_Life_by_Omega300m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-znK-RlVdfIU/Tiw-ljCZzdI/AAAAAAAAAwM/acG_Uw5B2kw/s400/Still_Life_by_Omega300m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632946048715050450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i920lWWrj3U/TeDrjK4P8lI/AAAAAAAAAuI/erOBAW3-n5I/s1600/Still_Life_by_Omega300m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on a 3 days spiritual retreat which helped me get closure in some areas of my life. It was my chance to enjoy solitude and I had many opportunities to reflect on my past, present and future. While on retreat, I came across  a beautiful poem that I'd like to share with you. I hope that helps you answer some unanswered questions about your life. Godspeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Reason, Season, or a Lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;When you figure out which one it is,&lt;br /&gt;you will know what to do for each person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;p&gt;When someone is in your life for a REASON,&lt;br /&gt;it is usually to meet a need you have expressed.&lt;br /&gt;They have come to assist you through a difficulty;&lt;br /&gt;to provide you with guidance and support;&lt;br /&gt;to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually.&lt;br /&gt;They may seem like a godsend, and they are.&lt;br /&gt;They are there for the reason you need them to be.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time,&lt;br /&gt;this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand.&lt;br /&gt;What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled; their work is done.&lt;br /&gt;The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Some people come into your life for a SEASON,&lt;br /&gt;because your turn has come to share, grow or learn.&lt;br /&gt;They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;They may teach you something you have never done.&lt;br /&gt;They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy.&lt;br /&gt;Believe it. It is real. But only for a season.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons;&lt;br /&gt;things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation.&lt;br /&gt;Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person,&lt;br /&gt;and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life.&lt;br /&gt;It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;— Brian.Andrew."Drew".Chalker&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you 'B' for being the one for a lifetime :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Picture by &lt;a href="http://omega300m.deviantart.com/art/Still-Life-67002234?q=boost%3Apopular%20in%3Aphotography%20life&amp;amp;qo=18"&gt;Omega300m&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);" class=" down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-5096670564539888498?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/5096670564539888498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2011/05/some-came-into-my-life-for-reason.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/5096670564539888498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/5096670564539888498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2011/05/some-came-into-my-life-for-reason.html' title='Some came into my life for a reason, others for a season and one for a lifetime.'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-znK-RlVdfIU/Tiw-ljCZzdI/AAAAAAAAAwM/acG_Uw5B2kw/s72-c/Still_Life_by_Omega300m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-2539534323725144151</id><published>2011-05-22T21:21:00.007+09:30</published><updated>2011-07-25T01:32:02.111+09:30</updated><title type='text'>To those who depart and don't part</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9oMyHmxD68w/TixB89SGKLI/AAAAAAAAAxE/91ir3ZQynH0/s1600/immigration_by_kestane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9oMyHmxD68w/TixB89SGKLI/AAAAAAAAAxE/91ir3ZQynH0/s400/immigration_by_kestane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632949749432068274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ADQH1fl9d08/Tdj6x5hfwNI/AAAAAAAAAuA/JgxmFXfszhs/s1600/34309_405228046198_574066198_4887323_7556305_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kXJLkrpOQMk/Tdj6Uxt4oWI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4i76uKnTO9o/s1600/goldengirl_by_YlLee.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kissed the walls goodbye&lt;br /&gt;And bid farewell to the streets&lt;br /&gt;that I once frequented&lt;br /&gt;So often and so very often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clouds cleared up that morning&lt;br /&gt;Just so I could stare in the Sun's eyes for one last time&lt;br /&gt;Before I leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night even the breeze caressed my face&lt;br /&gt;And the trees hung down their branches&lt;br /&gt;For one last touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning after my world changed.&lt;br /&gt;With an immigrant visa lying firmly in my breast pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture by &lt;a href="http://browse.deviantart.com/?q=immigration&amp;amp;order=9&amp;amp;offset=72#/d1223we"&gt;~kestane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-2539534323725144151?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/2539534323725144151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2011/05/to-those-who-depart-and-dont-part.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/2539534323725144151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/2539534323725144151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2011/05/to-those-who-depart-and-dont-part.html' title='To those who depart and don&apos;t part'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9oMyHmxD68w/TixB89SGKLI/AAAAAAAAAxE/91ir3ZQynH0/s72-c/immigration_by_kestane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-428734135272060100</id><published>2011-05-19T21:34:00.010+09:30</published><updated>2011-07-25T01:21:34.240+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Not gone with the wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ipcnBlFqmFk/Tiw_gYLCXUI/AAAAAAAAAwk/CpzJOGybmso/s1600/like_sounds_by_sahasrara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ipcnBlFqmFk/Tiw_gYLCXUI/AAAAAAAAAwk/CpzJOGybmso/s400/like_sounds_by_sahasrara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632947059410754882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LIpdlJxlF28/TdUQfrD-VAI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Xsre7wq2RRE/s1600/like_sounds_by_sahasrara.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nuE5Cc2HTzw/TdUPBOZDBhI/AAAAAAAAAto/5kWbZ3HwcjM/s1600/Dreams_Are_Dreams_by_olushia_loosiczka.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I quietly lay in my bed that night,&lt;br /&gt;I could hear the soft wind rustle gently against the window panes,&lt;br /&gt;As the night went on,&lt;br /&gt;The wind whistled, bellowed, strengthened its fervour,&lt;br /&gt;Made its presence felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thunderous nights often lead to strange dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams where  promises seem empty,&lt;br /&gt;Hopes seem rusty,&lt;br /&gt;Life seems unworthy.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams wherein dreams die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the soft wind rustling gently against the window panes, tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Picture by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://sahasrara.deviantart.com/art/sweet-dreams-159796847?q=boost%3Apopular%20in%3Aphotography%20dreams&amp;amp;qo=38"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sahasara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-428734135272060100?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/428734135272060100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2011/05/not-gone-with-wind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/428734135272060100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/428734135272060100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2011/05/not-gone-with-wind.html' title='Not gone with the wind'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ipcnBlFqmFk/Tiw_gYLCXUI/AAAAAAAAAwk/CpzJOGybmso/s72-c/like_sounds_by_sahasrara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-5575744434573962819</id><published>2011-05-03T22:19:00.005+09:30</published><updated>2011-07-25T01:19:06.497+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Laundry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PJtF-Y0srqQ/Tiw-6maLEcI/AAAAAAAAAwU/HGhxJUS8f2M/s1600/c03ab068e4918b224156e1c9b449294e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PJtF-Y0srqQ/Tiw-6maLEcI/AAAAAAAAAwU/HGhxJUS8f2M/s400/c03ab068e4918b224156e1c9b449294e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632946410397307330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rDj28cUxG6U/Tb_8h0b9qdI/AAAAAAAAAs4/y2tXPXov1WQ/s1600/c03ab068e4918b224156e1c9b449294e.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some stains that don't come off easy. Stains of hope. Stains of fear. Stains of love. Stains of despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stains that get darker with every wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There must be a miraculous ingredient in tears :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Picture by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://browse.deviantart.com/photography/?qh=&amp;amp;section=&amp;amp;q=dirty+laundry#/d2lqq54"&gt;Kaytee Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-5575744434573962819?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/5575744434573962819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2011/05/dirty-laundry.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/5575744434573962819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/5575744434573962819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2011/05/dirty-laundry.html' title='Dirty Laundry'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PJtF-Y0srqQ/Tiw-6maLEcI/AAAAAAAAAwU/HGhxJUS8f2M/s72-c/c03ab068e4918b224156e1c9b449294e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-834355212705664631</id><published>2011-04-10T23:57:00.009+09:30</published><updated>2011-07-25T01:20:04.208+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rjc16GnBTu4/Tiw_JXiBaNI/AAAAAAAAAwc/1XN5i8I3NnI/s1600/Leading_Me_Home_by_gilad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rjc16GnBTu4/Tiw_JXiBaNI/AAAAAAAAAwc/1XN5i8I3NnI/s400/Leading_Me_Home_by_gilad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632946664101734610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SGtBTWavCCQ/TaHJ_o41HHI/AAAAAAAAAsw/3ipfGaW_c-8/s1600/Leading_Me_Home_by_gilad.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cracked plaster on those walls&lt;br /&gt;where I scratched the surface with my unkempt nails&lt;br /&gt;To check what lies underneath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That disheveled store room&lt;br /&gt;which I often rummaged&lt;br /&gt;To find hidden treasures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wall where I carved my name with the compass&lt;br /&gt;from the orange geometry box&lt;br /&gt;in freshly wet paint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must still be there&lt;br /&gt;It was 05.11.1994&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't been repainted since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Picture by &lt;/span&gt;~&lt;a href="http://gilad.deviantart.com/art/Leading-Me-Home-33268097?q=boost%3Apopular%20in%3Aphotography%20home&amp;amp;qo=8"&gt;gilad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-834355212705664631?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/834355212705664631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2011/04/home.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/834355212705664631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/834355212705664631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2011/04/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rjc16GnBTu4/Tiw_JXiBaNI/AAAAAAAAAwc/1XN5i8I3NnI/s72-c/Leading_Me_Home_by_gilad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-1187090476999366435</id><published>2011-03-05T18:09:00.006+10:30</published><updated>2011-07-25T01:22:16.614+09:30</updated><title type='text'>To hell with the daisies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HvC94isHgzo/Tiw_q-l0s9I/AAAAAAAAAws/aW5y9xqP-6o/s1600/We_shine_together__by_eibhilinnn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HvC94isHgzo/Tiw_q-l0s9I/AAAAAAAAAws/aW5y9xqP-6o/s400/We_shine_together__by_eibhilinnn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632947241522344914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G0lJkuZgbPA/TXHp4vwtUqI/AAAAAAAAAso/w1-Ca-IbI-g/s1600/We_shine_together__by_eibhilinnn.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just a whim of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;Are the daisies actually knocking on your door?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you open the door , my dear&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;Would you shun them a little more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't their mistake, you know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are not the ones at fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though you can treat them how you wish, my dear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can give it another thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, what if the daisies die outside, my dear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will we bury their fragrance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://eibhilinnn.deviantart.com/art/We-shine-together-165052630?q=boost%3Apopular%20in%3Aphotography%20daisies&amp;amp;qo=235"&gt;*eibhilinnn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: -4px;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="u" href="http://eibhilinnn.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-1187090476999366435?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/1187090476999366435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2011/03/to-hell-with-daisies.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/1187090476999366435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/1187090476999366435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2011/03/to-hell-with-daisies.html' title='To hell with the daisies'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HvC94isHgzo/Tiw_q-l0s9I/AAAAAAAAAws/aW5y9xqP-6o/s72-c/We_shine_together__by_eibhilinnn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-4170433653420299906</id><published>2011-03-01T19:55:00.006+10:30</published><updated>2011-07-25T01:28:04.088+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Little Miss Parasite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S0T9BBP3g-8/TixBAl3RX3I/AAAAAAAAAw8/wqJR5v7fePM/s1600/parasite_by_colormefamous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S0T9BBP3g-8/TixBAl3RX3I/AAAAAAAAAw8/wqJR5v7fePM/s400/parasite_by_colormefamous.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632948712353390450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-by_Qdy2b74A/TWy-BBBssBI/AAAAAAAAAsg/oEDN6fK2EqE/s1600/parasite_by_colormefamous.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She feeds off him like a parasite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is beautiful to behold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lives on him like a parasite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under every inch of his skin fold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cherishes the love from it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is now addicted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He craves for another bite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She creeps under his skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time she makes it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blood vessels are so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes are dilated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Picture by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://colormefamous.deviantart.com/art/parasite-97827187?q=boost%3Apopular%20in%3Aphotography%20parasite&amp;amp;qo=124"&gt;colormefamous&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-4170433653420299906?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/4170433653420299906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2011/03/little-miss-parasite.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/4170433653420299906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/4170433653420299906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2011/03/little-miss-parasite.html' title='Little Miss Parasite'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S0T9BBP3g-8/TixBAl3RX3I/AAAAAAAAAw8/wqJR5v7fePM/s72-c/parasite_by_colormefamous.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-665812275553492892</id><published>2011-02-27T20:06:00.007+10:30</published><updated>2011-07-25T01:34:00.111+09:30</updated><title type='text'>It could have been a seasonal flu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2PVVigyZco/TixCZI-pIlI/AAAAAAAAAxM/90P99ETbc18/s1600/and_like_the_sky_by_under_milkwood-d30gcyt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2PVVigyZco/TixCZI-pIlI/AAAAAAAAAxM/90P99ETbc18/s400/and_like_the_sky_by_under_milkwood-d30gcyt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632950233608036946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w0_yZ-tY0NM/TWog2maD3UI/AAAAAAAAAsY/JdkPw3KdJdM/s1600/and_like_the_sky_by_under_milkwood-d30gcyt.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cried for sunlight until the waves began to sink her feet in sand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bent down to kiss it until she swished him away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They collected some odd shells on their way back home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew how much she'd treasure them as her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or it may have been summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what it will bring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares if it doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though she went back to the sea one day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was sand and sunlight on the bay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She scooped a handful of wet sand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, walked all the way back home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or it may have been summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what it will bring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares if it doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It brought her back home. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Picture by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://under-milkwood.deviantart.com/art/and-like-the-sky-182161829?q=boost%3Apopular%20in%3Aphotography%20seasons&amp;amp;qo=77"&gt;under-milkwood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-665812275553492892?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/665812275553492892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2011/02/it-could-have-been-seasonal-flu.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/665812275553492892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/665812275553492892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2011/02/it-could-have-been-seasonal-flu.html' title='It could have been a seasonal flu'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2PVVigyZco/TixCZI-pIlI/AAAAAAAAAxM/90P99ETbc18/s72-c/and_like_the_sky_by_under_milkwood-d30gcyt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-76295496616170238</id><published>2011-01-31T23:04:00.007+10:30</published><updated>2011-07-25T01:34:40.342+09:30</updated><title type='text'>The music that she never really heard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3fgWxXWjmE/TixClE0UIcI/AAAAAAAAAxU/bGn1nVxe8W4/s1600/Rewind_by_ignacy130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3fgWxXWjmE/TixClE0UIcI/AAAAAAAAAxU/bGn1nVxe8W4/s400/Rewind_by_ignacy130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632950438649405890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/TUawncWf44I/AAAAAAAAArs/ettsFIDDPAQ/s1600/Rewind_by_ignacy130.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She played all those years on the fast forward option. It was difficult to rewind them.  It all must have played in the background that she didn't know when to stop and listen. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture by~&lt;a href="http://ignacy130.deviantart.com/art/Rewind-109273188?q=boost%3Apopular%20in%3Aphotography%20rewind&amp;amp;qo=4"&gt;ignacy130&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-76295496616170238?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/76295496616170238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2011/01/music-that-she-never-really-heard.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/76295496616170238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/76295496616170238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2011/01/music-that-she-never-really-heard.html' title='The music that she never really heard'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3fgWxXWjmE/TixClE0UIcI/AAAAAAAAAxU/bGn1nVxe8W4/s72-c/Rewind_by_ignacy130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-2239446337628547876</id><published>2011-01-11T19:01:00.005+10:30</published><updated>2011-07-25T01:26:41.743+09:30</updated><title type='text'>What a wonderful world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qSUcTnrt7Ck/TixAeHYXp0I/AAAAAAAAAw0/vrYx3s0YcM4/s1600/169192_482817197062_686152062_6606025_3558685_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qSUcTnrt7Ck/TixAeHYXp0I/AAAAAAAAAw0/vrYx3s0YcM4/s400/169192_482817197062_686152062_6606025_3558685_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632948120055162690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/TSwbqNGWPXI/AAAAAAAAApw/fn95H3GCbb4/s1600/_MG_6897.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the airplane door opened at 10,000 ft up in the sky, he said "Jump!".  I looked down and thought to myself "What a wonderful world":))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture shows the 360 degrees flip during the free fall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt more alive in the sky than I have ever felt on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my sky diving video on You tube. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p4s1h7lH1DY"&gt;Click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-2239446337628547876?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/2239446337628547876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2011/01/what-wonderful-world.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/2239446337628547876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/2239446337628547876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2011/01/what-wonderful-world.html' title='What a wonderful world'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qSUcTnrt7Ck/TixAeHYXp0I/AAAAAAAAAw0/vrYx3s0YcM4/s72-c/169192_482817197062_686152062_6606025_3558685_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-4461429501711951981</id><published>2011-01-08T23:42:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2011-01-08T23:55:10.445+10:30</updated><title type='text'>To cind the rella?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/TShlT15V0rI/AAAAAAAAApo/ELAJ6z5J548/s1600/Cinderella_1_by_CanDaN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/TShlT15V0rI/AAAAAAAAApo/ELAJ6z5J548/s400/Cinderella_1_by_CanDaN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559805131548381874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the clock struck 12, reality dawned upon me. The dress, the jewels and the carriage did vanish in thin air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, as I ran down the stairs, I left one of my shoes in a hurry, just like in the fairytale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that he never found the perfect foot for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture by ~ &lt;a href="http://candan.deviantart.com/art/Cinderella-1-27297579?q=boost%3Apopular%20in%3Aphotography%20cinderella&amp;amp;qo=6"&gt;CanDan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-4461429501711951981?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/4461429501711951981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2011/01/to-cind-rella.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/4461429501711951981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/4461429501711951981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2011/01/to-cind-rella.html' title='To cind the rella?'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/TShlT15V0rI/AAAAAAAAApo/ELAJ6z5J548/s72-c/Cinderella_1_by_CanDaN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-673558518641895156</id><published>2011-01-02T01:10:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2011-01-02T01:20:34.002+10:30</updated><title type='text'>When the sun goes down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/TR8-5J9M7fI/AAAAAAAAApg/bX5T8sV49sw/s1600/fly_away_by_vabserk-d335eb7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/TR8-5J9M7fI/AAAAAAAAApg/bX5T8sV49sw/s400/fly_away_by_vabserk-d335eb7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557229616844566002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From dawn to dusk, most birds fly back to their nests.  Some birds, however, are still gathering  twigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Picture by&lt;/span&gt; ~&lt;a href="http://vabserk.deviantart.com/art/Fly-away-186689203?q=boost%3Apopular+in%3Aphotography+fly+away&amp;amp;qo=44"&gt;vabserk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-673558518641895156?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/673558518641895156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2011/01/when-sun-goes-down.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/673558518641895156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/673558518641895156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2011/01/when-sun-goes-down.html' title='When the sun goes down.'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/TR8-5J9M7fI/AAAAAAAAApg/bX5T8sV49sw/s72-c/fly_away_by_vabserk-d335eb7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-7860566825828128913</id><published>2010-11-29T12:03:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2011-08-16T16:15:17.264+09:30</updated><title type='text'>.Contentment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l_-Fm7O8obI/TkoR91JCjPI/AAAAAAAAAyY/uKxPEEdOtrA/s1600/155337_458549497062_686152062_6207981_792678_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l_-Fm7O8obI/TkoR91JCjPI/AAAAAAAAAyY/uKxPEEdOtrA/s400/155337_458549497062_686152062_6207981_792678_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641341237169655026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/TPMC9_IwrXI/AAAAAAAAAoI/aDDx1-ho3qs/s1600/155337_458549497062_686152062_6207981_792678_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Picture by~ Us! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-7860566825828128913?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/7860566825828128913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2010/11/contentment.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/7860566825828128913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/7860566825828128913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2010/11/contentment.html' title='.Contentment.'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l_-Fm7O8obI/TkoR91JCjPI/AAAAAAAAAyY/uKxPEEdOtrA/s72-c/155337_458549497062_686152062_6207981_792678_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-2398725349704565671</id><published>2010-11-24T15:42:00.007+10:30</published><updated>2010-11-24T19:45:43.354+10:30</updated><title type='text'>The Expiration of  Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/TOyjVPNErNI/AAAAAAAAAoA/8BSiaTxrpJI/s1600/i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/TOyjVPNErNI/AAAAAAAAAoA/8BSiaTxrpJI/s400/i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542984826640182482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of me has died. It remains indiscernible if it happened for good or bad. All I am is a changed person who hates changes. I have a creative block that chokes me. I try to compensate for it by reading. I read a lot lately. Trying to find my voice through others' words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture by ~ &lt;a href="http://gutterface.deviantart.com/art/i-r-o-n-y-176924472?q=boost%3Apopular+in%3Aphotography+creative+block&amp;amp;qo=1"&gt;gutterface&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-2398725349704565671?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/2398725349704565671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2010/11/expired-inspiration.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/2398725349704565671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/2398725349704565671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2010/11/expired-inspiration.html' title='The Expiration of  Inspiration'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/TOyjVPNErNI/AAAAAAAAAoA/8BSiaTxrpJI/s72-c/i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-236175407956770719</id><published>2010-09-29T01:14:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2010-10-04T16:59:07.955+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Into the Wild</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/TKIMrdtXBhI/AAAAAAAAAlg/IfKCN95PdBw/s1600/Into-the-Wild-Horses-731087.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/TKIMrdtXBhI/AAAAAAAAAlg/IfKCN95PdBw/s400/Into-the-Wild-Horses-731087.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if I were smiling and running into your arms? Would you see then what I see now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Christopher McCandless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0758758/"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Into the Wild&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-236175407956770719?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/236175407956770719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2010/09/into-wild.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/236175407956770719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/236175407956770719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2010/09/into-wild.html' title='Into the Wild'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/TKIMrdtXBhI/AAAAAAAAAlg/IfKCN95PdBw/s72-c/Into-the-Wild-Horses-731087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-3802808152316112273</id><published>2010-09-06T17:42:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2010-09-06T17:49:47.703+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/TISiEVRDJgI/AAAAAAAAAjs/MNQEckli7Fw/s1600/riding_my_bicycle_by_hrj_e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/TISiEVRDJgI/AAAAAAAAAjs/MNQEckli7Fw/s400/riding_my_bicycle_by_hrj_e.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the day when I borrowed a bicycle from a complete stranger just to ride it down the slope? Do you remember how I rode it towards you while you stood there smiling?That moment is sketched in my memory and is called 'Freedom'.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Picture by&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://hrj-e.deviantart.com/art/riding-my-bicycle-164265783?q=boost%3Apopular+in%3Aphotography+RIDING+BICYCLE&amp;amp;qo=85"&gt;~hrj-e&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-3802808152316112273?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/3802808152316112273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2010/09/freedom.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/3802808152316112273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/3802808152316112273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2010/09/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/TISiEVRDJgI/AAAAAAAAAjs/MNQEckli7Fw/s72-c/riding_my_bicycle_by_hrj_e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-8625709757276863577</id><published>2010-09-01T23:51:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2010-09-02T13:15:01.944+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Skin deep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/TH5gvnVo7EI/AAAAAAAAAjk/_1PpuZyQW8U/s1600/DSC00274.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="337" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/TH5gvnVo7EI/AAAAAAAAAjk/_1PpuZyQW8U/s400/DSC00274.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My third tattoo: My husband's name in Devanagari script in Hindi with a lotus underneath. It is on my back in the middle of my shoulder blades.&amp;nbsp; The lotus symbol has many interpretations but there remains an essential meaning. The lotus represents spiritual enlightenment. For me, it represents greater clarity in life. Just like the lotus flower blooms out of the muddy potholes of life, so does a lotus tattoo represents inner clarity after having lived a life of chaos and strain. It is also a symbol of rebirth, a phase in life which leaves suffering behind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhushan has brought about an emotional security in my life that I severely lacked. I feel complete. Well, just about :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-8625709757276863577?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/8625709757276863577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2010/09/skin-deep.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/8625709757276863577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/8625709757276863577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2010/09/skin-deep.html' title='Skin deep'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/TH5gvnVo7EI/AAAAAAAAAjk/_1PpuZyQW8U/s72-c/DSC00274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-7231700896238914605</id><published>2010-08-22T19:38:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2010-08-23T14:29:38.893+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Six feet under and loved.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/THD2YZLuF_I/AAAAAAAAAjc/h89lLvBUDs4/s1600/Cemetery_by_kubica.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/THD2YZLuF_I/AAAAAAAAAjc/h89lLvBUDs4/s400/Cemetery_by_kubica.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I pass by the cemetery every Sunday when I travel by train. I always look closely to spot people with flowers in their hands, with love in their eyes and with memories in their hearts; memories that they want to keep fragrant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's when I slip back in my seat with a sense of satisfaction. Satisfied that it must have been a life worth living :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Picture by &lt;a href="http://kubica.deviantart.com/art/Cemetery-34517581?q=boost%3Apopular+cemetery&amp;amp;qo=1"&gt;~kubica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-7231700896238914605?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/7231700896238914605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2010/08/six-feet-under-and-loved.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/7231700896238914605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/7231700896238914605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2010/08/six-feet-under-and-loved.html' title='Six feet under and loved.'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/THD2YZLuF_I/AAAAAAAAAjc/h89lLvBUDs4/s72-c/Cemetery_by_kubica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-648856038276043587</id><published>2010-08-07T22:17:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2010-08-07T22:18:25.568+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/TF1VuGYl5YI/AAAAAAAAAjI/N0yHqXITbXE/s1600/Mother_Snail_by_ziggwies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/TF1VuGYl5YI/AAAAAAAAAjI/N0yHqXITbXE/s400/Mother_Snail_by_ziggwies.jpg" width="373" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Apart from other reasons that people site to have children, after careful deliberation, I have come to the conclusion that it is primarily because children give them a greater purpose in their lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing those children up to the best of their capabilities becomes their calling in life, and sometimes, the only calling :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Picture by&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://ziggwies.deviantart.com/art/Mother-Snail-173293364?qj=2&amp;amp;q=boost%3Apopular+in%3Aphotography+mother&amp;amp;qo=553"&gt;*ziggwies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-648856038276043587?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/648856038276043587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2010/08/children_07.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/648856038276043587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/648856038276043587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2010/08/children_07.html' title='Children'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/TF1VuGYl5YI/AAAAAAAAAjI/N0yHqXITbXE/s72-c/Mother_Snail_by_ziggwies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-4623854664082627393</id><published>2010-07-19T22:42:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2010-07-19T22:42:21.221+09:30</updated><title type='text'>The Head, The Heart and The Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/TERO4AzcCyI/AAAAAAAAAiw/NuKAd0x8kl0/s1600/Parting_of_the_ways_in_Istanbu_by_serayozbicer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/TERO4AzcCyI/AAAAAAAAAiw/NuKAd0x8kl0/s400/Parting_of_the_ways_in_Istanbu_by_serayozbicer.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she placed his hand on her heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She saw the pain&amp;nbsp; in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He quietly turned around and walked down the stairs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murmuring softly unto his own self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She heard his heart lament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Picture by&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://serayozbicer.deviantart.com/art/Parting-of-the-ways-in-Istanbu-156180616?qj=1&amp;amp;q=boost%3Apopular+in%3Aphotography+PARTING&amp;amp;qo=258"&gt;serayozbicer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-4623854664082627393?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/4623854664082627393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2010/07/head-heart-and-soul.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/4623854664082627393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/4623854664082627393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2010/07/head-heart-and-soul.html' title='The Head, The Heart and The Soul'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/TERO4AzcCyI/AAAAAAAAAiw/NuKAd0x8kl0/s72-c/Parting_of_the_ways_in_Istanbu_by_serayozbicer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-2106764980602261583</id><published>2010-07-05T22:01:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2010-07-05T22:10:12.703+09:30</updated><title type='text'>To those who stole moments from MY life...</title><content type='html'>I thank all those who visit and read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate your appreciation,however,copying my work and using it as your own is the worst form of appreciation you can exhibit. Lately I have come across a few blogs/websites where people have copied my work and published as their own without accrediting me or linking back to my blog ( by the publishing date you can see who wrote it first). There are legalities associated with it such as the Digital Millennium Copyright which can unfortunately make me strip you off those tiny shreds&amp;nbsp; that you have left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few such blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nidhipasricha.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://nidhipasricha.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;a href="http://indianfriendfinder.com/blog/isabella_/"&gt;http://indianfriendfinder.com/blog/isabella_/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I am sure that there are others too out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one instance, I should be proud that you relate so much to what I write that you want to use it. In another instance, I pity you so much because you have to stoop so low to be who you will never be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me to think what it is like being you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, let your conscience grip you. It has a firm hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Karma!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-2106764980602261583?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/2106764980602261583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2010/07/to-those-who-stole-moments-from-my-life.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/2106764980602261583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/2106764980602261583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2010/07/to-those-who-stole-moments-from-my-life.html' title='To those who stole moments from MY life...'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-2847409724643634996</id><published>2010-07-03T19:10:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2010-07-03T22:27:47.000+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Wilderness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/TC8EfTMRkdI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ifnKid1ZIXc/s1600/Wild_Sunflowers_by_MissingHorcrux.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/TC8EfTMRkdI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ifnKid1ZIXc/s400/Wild_Sunflowers_by_MissingHorcrux.jpg" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was there where the wild flowers were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the creepers coiled around the giant tree barks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, that is where the rivers flowed freely and the rocks awaited&amp;nbsp; one gentle touch from the waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was her heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Picture by &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span id="goog_736032855"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_736032856"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://missinghorcrux.deviantart.com/art/Wild-Sunflowers-37717852?q=boost%3Apopular+in%3Aphotography+wild+flowers&amp;amp;qo=123"&gt;~&lt;i&gt;MissingHorcrux&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-2847409724643634996?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/2847409724643634996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2010/07/wilderness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/2847409724643634996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/2847409724643634996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2010/07/wilderness.html' title='Wilderness'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/TC8EfTMRkdI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ifnKid1ZIXc/s72-c/Wild_Sunflowers_by_MissingHorcrux.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-2530558618645913024</id><published>2010-06-18T22:23:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2010-06-18T22:28:37.413+09:30</updated><title type='text'>A Perfect imperfection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/TBtrqooooPI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/n7QY-xLPn3M/s1600/Red_Rose_II_by_the_x_stray.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/TBtrqooooPI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/n7QY-xLPn3M/s400/Red_Rose_II_by_the_x_stray.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your roving hands caress the stretch marks on my thighs,&lt;br /&gt;And  you lovingly gaze through the glasses on my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then  you vouch for my beauty on those bad hair days,&lt;br /&gt;And when my  unshaved pubes&amp;nbsp; become a maze :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when, my  dear love, I become your perfect imperfection.&lt;br /&gt;Loved perfectly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Picture by&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://browse.deviantart.com/photography/?q=perfect%20imperfection&amp;amp;order=9&amp;amp;offset=192#/d2e9whw"&gt; the-x-stray&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-2530558618645913024?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/2530558618645913024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2010/06/perfect-imperfection.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/2530558618645913024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/2530558618645913024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2010/06/perfect-imperfection.html' title='A Perfect imperfection'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/TBtrqooooPI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/n7QY-xLPn3M/s72-c/Red_Rose_II_by_the_x_stray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-8989077984170522327</id><published>2010-06-09T19:56:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2010-06-09T19:56:35.630+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Perfection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/TA9runS_i1I/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rt7ecUFPhIo/s1600/852c45e0e490a11763deba6f01940f92.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/TA9runS_i1I/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rt7ecUFPhIo/s400/852c45e0e490a11763deba6f01940f92.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Her love might strangle him. Overwhelm him until he is neck deep in it, gasping for breath. She puts his head on her bosom every night like a mother tends to her newborn child. She has never been this perfect before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, that's the worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Picture by &lt;a href="http://kishui.deviantart.com/art/free-love-143471749?qj=1&amp;amp;q=boost%3Apopular+in%3Aphotography%2Fconceptual+love&amp;amp;qo=285"&gt;Kishui&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span id="goog_642182441"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_642182442"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-8989077984170522327?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/8989077984170522327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2010/06/perfection.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/8989077984170522327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/8989077984170522327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2010/06/perfection.html' title='Perfection'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/TA9runS_i1I/AAAAAAAAAfI/Rt7ecUFPhIo/s72-c/852c45e0e490a11763deba6f01940f92.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-8377150421189918564</id><published>2010-05-20T21:55:00.004+09:30</published><updated>2010-05-20T22:13:08.452+09:30</updated><title type='text'>To belong...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/S_UuKC55zvI/AAAAAAAAAeg/7vNHq61KVas/s1600/Somewhere_I_belong_by_Ilojleen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/S_UuKC55zvI/AAAAAAAAAeg/7vNHq61KVas/s400/Somewhere_I_belong_by_Ilojleen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473331672252010226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ran into her arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that he didn't belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and flew back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only to belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Picture by&lt;/span&gt;~ &lt;a href="http://ilojleen.deviantart.com/art/Somewhere-I-belong-97835136?q=boost%3Apopular+in%3Aphotography+belong&amp;qo=239"&gt;Ilojleen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-8377150421189918564?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/8377150421189918564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2010/05/to-belong.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/8377150421189918564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/8377150421189918564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2010/05/to-belong.html' title='To belong...'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/S_UuKC55zvI/AAAAAAAAAeg/7vNHq61KVas/s72-c/Somewhere_I_belong_by_Ilojleen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-9151925358619002148</id><published>2010-05-16T23:17:00.006+09:30</published><updated>2010-05-16T23:41:57.585+09:30</updated><title type='text'>If it is about 'Happiness'...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/S-_70fvb5WI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Kj4Roq0PgjY/s1600/The_Midnight_Sun_by_kayjensen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/S-_70fvb5WI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Kj4Roq0PgjY/s400/The_Midnight_Sun_by_kayjensen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471868951570670946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True happiness is not in the journey that you take where the sun shimmers your very soul;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is about that journey which you take where your soul dazzles the very sun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture by~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kayjensen.deviantart.com/art/The-Midnight-Sun-132829788"&gt;kayjensen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-9151925358619002148?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/9151925358619002148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2010/05/if-it-is-about-happiness.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/9151925358619002148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/9151925358619002148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2010/05/if-it-is-about-happiness.html' title='If it is about &apos;Happiness&apos;...'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/S-_70fvb5WI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Kj4Roq0PgjY/s72-c/The_Midnight_Sun_by_kayjensen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-2001501341094481782</id><published>2010-05-06T00:30:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2010-05-06T00:42:39.055+09:30</updated><title type='text'>With reckless abandon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/S-GKgpNc39I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/sUHVP1dxkdk/s1600/a1e3217bd0fa3d1d4990097656203115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/S-GKgpNc39I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/sUHVP1dxkdk/s400/a1e3217bd0fa3d1d4990097656203115.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467803716027211730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tread on the flowers with reckless abandon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the sky bows down to kiss me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lift my hands up in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is when, my dear reader,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Picture by&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;a href="http://arhcamtilnaad.deviantart.com/art/Fly-78996334"&gt;archamtilnaad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-2001501341094481782?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/2001501341094481782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2010/05/with-reckless-abandon.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/2001501341094481782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/2001501341094481782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2010/05/with-reckless-abandon.html' title='With reckless abandon'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/S-GKgpNc39I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/sUHVP1dxkdk/s72-c/a1e3217bd0fa3d1d4990097656203115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-7599906711124657252</id><published>2010-03-04T17:48:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2010-03-04T18:12:18.207+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Eat,Pray, Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/S49joUkKdlI/AAAAAAAAAeI/EIuBO6MDf1I/s1600-h/eat_pray_love_by_passion_art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/S49joUkKdlI/AAAAAAAAAeI/EIuBO6MDf1I/s400/eat_pray_love_by_passion_art.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444680018880525906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading&lt;a href="http://www.elizabethgilbert.com/"&gt; Elizabeth Gilbert's 'Eat, Pray, Love'&lt;/a&gt; and since 'Shantaram' this is the only book I actually crave to read. I did have occasional brief encounters with other books picked up from thrift stores but eventually I fell for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat,Pray,Love is an autobiographical account of Gilbert's journey to find &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;everything &lt;/span&gt;across Italy, India and Indonesia. So, we ate a lot of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pasticcino&lt;/span&gt; in Italy, consumed a lot of soul in India and are now feeding on love in Indonesia :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wanted to share here was this poem she wrote to commemorate the end of her journey in India:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;However.&lt;br /&gt;If they'd let me wear pants made out of the&lt;br /&gt;fresh-mown grass from this place,&lt;br /&gt;I'd do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they'd let me make out&lt;br /&gt;with every single Eucalyptus tree in Ganesh's Grove,&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I'd do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've sweated out dew these days,&lt;br /&gt;worked out the dregs,&lt;br /&gt;rubbed my chin on tree bark,&lt;br /&gt;mistaking it for my master's leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get far enough in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they'd let me eat the soil of this place&lt;br /&gt;served on a bed of bird's nests,&lt;br /&gt;I'd finish only half of my plate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then sleep all night on the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"You may return here once you have fully come to understand that you are always here."&lt;/span&gt;~ Elizabeth Gilbert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture by&lt;/span&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://passion-art.deviantart.com/art/eat-pray-love-87178489"&gt;passion-art&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-7599906711124657252?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/7599906711124657252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2010/03/eatpray-love.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/7599906711124657252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/7599906711124657252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2010/03/eatpray-love.html' title='Eat,Pray, Love.'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/S49joUkKdlI/AAAAAAAAAeI/EIuBO6MDf1I/s72-c/eat_pray_love_by_passion_art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-7957992775345031960</id><published>2010-02-22T02:01:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2010-02-22T02:18:28.063+10:30</updated><title type='text'>The Earth and The Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/S4FVcp4j0NI/AAAAAAAAAdg/IaZXfJem6gk/s1600-h/balance_by_thc88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/S4FVcp4j0NI/AAAAAAAAAdg/IaZXfJem6gk/s400/balance_by_thc88.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440723775608049874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have often wondered what it is to succeed in life. Slowly but steadily I am beginning to get my answers. I firmly believe that when you are happy with who you are and content with what you have, you are a successful person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,I pretty much am :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godspeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Picture by&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;a href="http://thc88.deviantart.com/art/balance-145993401"&gt;~thc88&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-7957992775345031960?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/7957992775345031960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2010/02/earth-and-sky.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/7957992775345031960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/7957992775345031960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2010/02/earth-and-sky.html' title='The Earth and The Sky'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/S4FVcp4j0NI/AAAAAAAAAdg/IaZXfJem6gk/s72-c/balance_by_thc88.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-3438977650145707154</id><published>2010-01-10T13:33:00.005+10:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T13:53:32.104+10:30</updated><title type='text'>It was a Happy Birthday after all :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/S0lH8XWgY3I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/DrS0v1kMKQU/s1600-h/Furtive_love_by_bittersweetvenom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/S0lH8XWgY3I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/DrS0v1kMKQU/s400/Furtive_love_by_bittersweetvenom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424946328530609010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my 24th birthday, I curled up on my bed at midnight and cried. Cried for reasons which are too unreasonable for me to fathom. Thank you B for bearing with me when I am unbearable, even for myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I will grow up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Picture by&lt;/span&gt;~ &lt;a href="http://bittersweetvenom.deviantart.com/art/Furtive-love-135525849"&gt;bittersweetvenom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-3438977650145707154?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/3438977650145707154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/3438977650145707154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2010/01/it-was-happy-birthday-after-all.html' title='It was a Happy Birthday after all :)'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/S0lH8XWgY3I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/DrS0v1kMKQU/s72-c/Furtive_love_by_bittersweetvenom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-348058154251364761</id><published>2010-01-06T11:13:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2010-01-06T11:24:14.934+10:30</updated><title type='text'>You can call it 'whatever'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/S0Pe5Y-EEaI/AAAAAAAAAcI/g1ysGNvpUA8/s1600-h/whatever__by_Masto1602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/S0Pe5Y-EEaI/AAAAAAAAAcI/g1ysGNvpUA8/s400/whatever__by_Masto1602.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423423453820883362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is as fake as wearing a padded bra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is probably just an illusion that makes you 'feel' better. When some curtains are drawn, the scene changes. It often reflects your purpose or purposelessness. Live it up until he pulls the ground from under your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Picture by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://masto1602.deviantart.com/art/whatever-146539056"&gt;~Masto1602&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-348058154251364761?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/348058154251364761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2010/01/you-can-call-it-whatever.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/348058154251364761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/348058154251364761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2010/01/you-can-call-it-whatever.html' title='You can call it &apos;whatever&apos;'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/S0Pe5Y-EEaI/AAAAAAAAAcI/g1ysGNvpUA8/s72-c/whatever__by_Masto1602.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-8790679676512444826</id><published>2009-12-22T01:38:00.008+10:30</published><updated>2010-01-03T14:12:37.168+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Ring-a-ring o' roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/Sy-aTfNCkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Tuf7jJqGWXk/s1600-h/Game_of_Life_by_BenHeine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/Sy-aTfNCkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Tuf7jJqGWXk/s400/Game_of_Life_by_BenHeine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417718536334381522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 was a year during which I grew up. Officially :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons were learnt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the trees shed their leaves, it's time for new ones to grow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth is missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people will wrap you around their fingers. Unwrap yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are very few people in this world who make your life just that bit simpler, easier and 'unadulterated'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel. It will open your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex is over-rated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's love. You love who you are when you're with that person. Yes, I think that's what love is. I don't care if you disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion will always be in fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes and shoes are as good as jewellery. Money is even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to 'unthread' yourself from some people, even if that word doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving is exhilarating. Speed is enlightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have children if you don't know 'why' you want to have children. You can't have them 'just 'coz', oh well, I won't, not till I figure it all out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrenalin junkies have a lot of fun :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If music doesn't stir your soul, you need new strings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people get jealous of you, say 'Fuck yeah' and grin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you know it will be 2011...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Picture by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://benheine.deviantart.com/art/Game-of-Life-89804135"&gt;BenHeine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-8790679676512444826?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/8790679676512444826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/12/ring-ring-o-roses.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/8790679676512444826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/8790679676512444826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/12/ring-ring-o-roses.html' title='Ring-a-ring o&apos; roses'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/Sy-aTfNCkdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Tuf7jJqGWXk/s72-c/Game_of_Life_by_BenHeine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-3140383719414948956</id><published>2009-11-18T02:08:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2009-11-18T02:26:06.035+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Step Up, Step Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SwLHcZuPvAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/0nWOlP7_iA4/s1600/staircase_by_karolajna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SwLHcZuPvAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/0nWOlP7_iA4/s400/staircase_by_karolajna.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405101793553136642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every step up on that staircase was a step closer towards her light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning he pushed her down those stairs, she bled. Just a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was still dark outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture by &lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://karolajna.deviantart.com/art/staircase-95221284"&gt;karolajna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-3140383719414948956?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/3140383719414948956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/11/step-up-step-down.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/3140383719414948956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/3140383719414948956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/11/step-up-step-down.html' title='Step Up, Step Down'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SwLHcZuPvAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/0nWOlP7_iA4/s72-c/staircase_by_karolajna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-6215112270290415221</id><published>2009-11-08T11:18:00.005+10:30</published><updated>2009-11-08T12:55:06.665+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Come as you are</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SvYc0IcUlAI/AAAAAAAAAZg/4jbWbLQDqNA/s1600-h/balance__by_coffeexatxmidnight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SvYc0IcUlAI/AAAAAAAAAZg/4jbWbLQDqNA/s400/balance__by_coffeexatxmidnight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401536485022536706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He picked up the saddle. He had made up his mind. He was the kind who found more pleasure in pursuit than in attainment. It is just that she fled from his clutches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still chases aimlessly in the darkness of the night and when the morning comes he lies down on fresh cut grass and dreams of the dreams that, I dare say, are 'dreams'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, he heard footsteps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-6215112270290415221?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/6215112270290415221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/11/come-as-you-are.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/6215112270290415221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/6215112270290415221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/11/come-as-you-are.html' title='Come as you are'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SvYc0IcUlAI/AAAAAAAAAZg/4jbWbLQDqNA/s72-c/balance__by_coffeexatxmidnight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-762573498537681470</id><published>2009-10-13T18:09:00.007+10:30</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:44:12.134+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Unperturbed and Undone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/StR_QxbanRI/AAAAAAAAAZY/mHSzoUQbvu0/s1600-h/soul_by_Gnesa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/StR_QxbanRI/AAAAAAAAAZY/mHSzoUQbvu0/s400/soul_by_Gnesa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392074579992288530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it just seemed so fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That he slowly untied all her knots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst she lay there uninhibited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And exhaled her soul into the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Picture By &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://gnesa.deviantart.com/art/soul-94990688"&gt;Gnesa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-762573498537681470?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/762573498537681470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/10/unperturbed-and-undone.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/762573498537681470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/762573498537681470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/10/unperturbed-and-undone.html' title='Unperturbed and Undone'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/StR_QxbanRI/AAAAAAAAAZY/mHSzoUQbvu0/s72-c/soul_by_Gnesa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-3669121799394746198</id><published>2009-09-22T01:18:00.006+09:30</published><updated>2009-09-22T13:18:01.766+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Who me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/Sremgk7worI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/OJVefKmlqdk/s1600-h/half_of_love_story_by_InSUNNYty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/Sremgk7worI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/OJVefKmlqdk/s400/half_of_love_story_by_InSUNNYty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383954958145069746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they asked me who I was&lt;br /&gt;I wondered if they knew&lt;br /&gt;'cause we are neither black nor white&lt;br /&gt;Not always old or new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them that I was the one&lt;br /&gt;Who made a million mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Who burnt the bridge and crossed the river &lt;br /&gt;And maybe that's what it takes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Picture by&lt;/span&gt;~ &lt;a href="http://insunnyty.deviantart.com/art/half-of-love-story-98562049"&gt;InSUNNYty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-3669121799394746198?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/3669121799394746198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/09/who-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/3669121799394746198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/3669121799394746198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/09/who-me.html' title='Who me?'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/Sremgk7worI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/OJVefKmlqdk/s72-c/half_of_love_story_by_InSUNNYty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-7266383718723304779</id><published>2009-09-03T02:11:00.003+09:30</published><updated>2009-09-03T02:20:50.551+09:30</updated><title type='text'>A Love Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/Sp6iLNF-qEI/AAAAAAAAAZI/kHz9lc_tCBs/s1600-h/Withering_poetry__by_coopnkai.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/Sp6iLNF-qEI/AAAAAAAAAZI/kHz9lc_tCBs/s400/Withering_poetry__by_coopnkai.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376913318503950402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me ; and he who reads poetry to me,&lt;br /&gt;Entwined, Encircled and Enveloped in words&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Those words which cease to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://coopnkai.deviantart.com/art/Withering-poetry-94024077"&gt;coopnkai&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-7266383718723304779?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/7266383718723304779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/09/love-poem.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/7266383718723304779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/7266383718723304779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/09/love-poem.html' title='A Love Poem'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/Sp6iLNF-qEI/AAAAAAAAAZI/kHz9lc_tCBs/s72-c/Withering_poetry__by_coopnkai.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-160086232498421338</id><published>2009-08-04T23:36:00.005+09:30</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:58:31.423+09:30</updated><title type='text'>The girl who travelled in stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SnhFFB-JggI/AAAAAAAAAZA/2SG9P7q8Kp8/s1600-h/DFTF_by_Organiques.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SnhFFB-JggI/AAAAAAAAAZA/2SG9P7q8Kp8/s400/DFTF_by_Organiques.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366114908742713858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many years, I went up the stairs of an old library. I breathed the scent of old paper. I got lost into the labyrinths of a book alley. My heart pumped and my feet fluttered with joy. I saw books, I dreamt of images,of a new world, I tip-toed around, touching the musk scented pages and immersing myself in their fragrance like a child plays around puddles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found some joy,again, which is there to stay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Picture by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://organiques.deviantart.com/art/DFTF-96465106"&gt;Organiques&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-160086232498421338?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/160086232498421338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/08/girl-who-travelled-in-stories.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/160086232498421338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/160086232498421338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/08/girl-who-travelled-in-stories.html' title='The girl who travelled in stories'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SnhFFB-JggI/AAAAAAAAAZA/2SG9P7q8Kp8/s72-c/DFTF_by_Organiques.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-4598003147271601342</id><published>2009-06-24T11:22:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.198+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Are you a Roman?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SkGJpBxqAvI/AAAAAAAAAYI/G_1UxB3qRZE/s1600-h/7f3f03c8d862a29e96833faf67b41fec.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 58px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SkGJpBxqAvI/AAAAAAAAAYI/G_1UxB3qRZE/s400/7f3f03c8d862a29e96833faf67b41fec.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350709170237211378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say 'When in Rome, do as the Romans do.' Now, what position do they prefer???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://djkibykat.deviantart.com/art/Smart-Stamp-117632645#"&gt;DJKibyKat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-4598003147271601342?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/4598003147271601342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/06/are-you-roman.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/4598003147271601342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/4598003147271601342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/06/are-you-roman.html' title='Are you a Roman?'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SkGJpBxqAvI/AAAAAAAAAYI/G_1UxB3qRZE/s72-c/7f3f03c8d862a29e96833faf67b41fec.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-8659605751974880905</id><published>2009-06-21T14:44:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.208+09:30</updated><title type='text'>To be and Meant to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/Sj3C_yWm4-I/AAAAAAAAAYA/eMg2K1aV-NA/s1600-h/Everyday_Colour_by_purplepawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/Sj3C_yWm4-I/AAAAAAAAAYA/eMg2K1aV-NA/s400/Everyday_Colour_by_purplepawn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349646333490160610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Night while I instinctively Pine-Cleaned the stove top  and he simultaneously poured Harpic in the shit-pot, I felt harmonious and realised that we were so meant to be :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Picture By &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://purplepawn.deviantart.com/art/Everyday-Colour-35375527"&gt;~purplepawn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-8659605751974880905?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/8659605751974880905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/06/to-be-and-meant-to-be.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/8659605751974880905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/8659605751974880905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/06/to-be-and-meant-to-be.html' title='To be and Meant to be'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/Sj3C_yWm4-I/AAAAAAAAAYA/eMg2K1aV-NA/s72-c/Everyday_Colour_by_purplepawn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-189893801731373585</id><published>2009-06-20T17:02:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.217+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Ctrl+Z</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SjySJAGutxI/AAAAAAAAAX4/aGw6kQZ5cLg/s1600-h/Crl_Z_by_ZusaLiko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SjySJAGutxI/AAAAAAAAAX4/aGw6kQZ5cLg/s400/Crl_Z_by_ZusaLiko.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349311140754011922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wish I could Ctrl+Z a few things in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Picture By&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://zusaliko.deviantart.com/art/Ctrl-Z-98791807"&gt;~ZusaLiko&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-189893801731373585?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/189893801731373585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/06/ctrlz.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/189893801731373585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/189893801731373585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/06/ctrlz.html' title='Ctrl+Z'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SjySJAGutxI/AAAAAAAAAX4/aGw6kQZ5cLg/s72-c/Crl_Z_by_ZusaLiko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-6618644376419947442</id><published>2009-06-16T00:43:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.235+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Soulmates or Soul Mates?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SjZnLbeMJvI/AAAAAAAAAXw/0U4yQaJj9Ew/s1600-h/Soulmates_by_Damaged_tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SjZnLbeMJvI/AAAAAAAAAXw/0U4yQaJj9Ew/s400/Soulmates_by_Damaged_tears.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347575053599647474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together with my life, other lives seem to be rolling. It is like people all around me are getting married. While I browse through their albums on Facebook, it's thought provoking as to how many of them have found their soulmates? Do soulmates really exist? Or is it just another Santa Claus to keep us warm on cold days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft Word doesn't even recognise the word unless separated. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Picture by~Damaged Tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-6618644376419947442?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/6618644376419947442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/06/soulmates-or-soul-mates.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/6618644376419947442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/6618644376419947442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/06/soulmates-or-soul-mates.html' title='Soulmates or Soul Mates?'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SjZnLbeMJvI/AAAAAAAAAXw/0U4yQaJj9Ew/s72-c/Soulmates_by_Damaged_tears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-1241999690089094318</id><published>2009-06-09T01:32:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.365+09:30</updated><title type='text'>A Walk With My Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/Si07bupq_dI/AAAAAAAAAXo/zlAXXLhTrpw/s1600-h/Tunezja_V_by_ciicha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/Si07bupq_dI/AAAAAAAAAXo/zlAXXLhTrpw/s400/Tunezja_V_by_ciicha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344993680323968466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to walk barefoot on wet sand. I will untie my hair and loosen up the strings that hold me back.I will walk on the shore for as long as my feet don't fail me. I will sit on that solitary rock and listen to the ocean waves for as long as they can echo in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to walk with 'me' in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;And, thus, walk with 'you'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Picture by~ciicha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-1241999690089094318?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/1241999690089094318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/06/walk-with-my-soul.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/1241999690089094318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/1241999690089094318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/06/walk-with-my-soul.html' title='A Walk With My Soul'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/Si07bupq_dI/AAAAAAAAAXo/zlAXXLhTrpw/s72-c/Tunezja_V_by_ciicha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-4346466937473809758</id><published>2009-06-07T14:36:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.397+09:30</updated><title type='text'>For days when you feel like shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SitRqpLqbvI/AAAAAAAAAXg/YpRu5QMMVrI/s1600-h/fridge_by_mamanz00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SitRqpLqbvI/AAAAAAAAAXg/YpRu5QMMVrI/s400/fridge_by_mamanz00.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344455175856353010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some memories are like frozen food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always ready to be defrosted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Picture by ~mamanz00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-4346466937473809758?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/4346466937473809758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/06/for-days-when-you-feel-like-shit.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/4346466937473809758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/4346466937473809758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/06/for-days-when-you-feel-like-shit.html' title='For days when you feel like shit'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SitRqpLqbvI/AAAAAAAAAXg/YpRu5QMMVrI/s72-c/fridge_by_mamanz00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-5595396578838228537</id><published>2009-05-29T01:23:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.411+09:30</updated><title type='text'>No rise without fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SiDFpxXe7rI/AAAAAAAAAXY/GSUkvsJ1f78/s1600-h/The_Phoenix_Rising_by_LoveOfTheHeart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SiDFpxXe7rI/AAAAAAAAAXY/GSUkvsJ1f78/s400/The_Phoenix_Rising_by_LoveOfTheHeart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341486479478550194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my ashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destined to rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astray from destiny &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless she dies....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-5595396578838228537?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/5595396578838228537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/05/no-rise-without-fall.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/5595396578838228537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/5595396578838228537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/05/no-rise-without-fall.html' title='No rise without fall'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SiDFpxXe7rI/AAAAAAAAAXY/GSUkvsJ1f78/s72-c/The_Phoenix_Rising_by_LoveOfTheHeart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-8028970141348125595</id><published>2009-05-15T21:45:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.444+09:30</updated><title type='text'>The Long Road...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QjHGFsRLon8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QjHGFsRLon8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those whose hearts string like guitar chords and tap like the beats of a tabla...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-8028970141348125595?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/8028970141348125595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/05/long-road.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/8028970141348125595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/8028970141348125595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/05/long-road.html' title='The Long Road...'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-7528456363819570320</id><published>2009-05-12T13:29:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.454+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Self-love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/Sgj0w1mMjoI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/kx4moAVYn4o/s1600-h/PhotoFunia-9bd6c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/Sgj0w1mMjoI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/kx4moAVYn4o/s400/PhotoFunia-9bd6c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334782878478536322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who were misled by the title, I couldn't help but mention this &lt;a href="http://www.photofunia.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;  for playing with your pictures . It's free, easy and you can see the results up top. Did I hear someone call me a 'narcissist'? Where's the mirror???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-7528456363819570320?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/7528456363819570320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/05/self-love.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/7528456363819570320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/7528456363819570320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/05/self-love.html' title='Self-love'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/Sgj0w1mMjoI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/kx4moAVYn4o/s72-c/PhotoFunia-9bd6c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-1784624728816378903</id><published>2009-05-10T02:13:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2011-05-08T00:14:29.444+09:30</updated><title type='text'>To mother my mother...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SgcExO9hDPI/AAAAAAAAAXI/ZYSTxDkv-A8/s1600-h/d984bbb301bdb713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SgcExO9hDPI/AAAAAAAAAXI/ZYSTxDkv-A8/s400/d984bbb301bdb713.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334237527519857906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she grows old and grey,&lt;br /&gt;Your greatest reward in life will be to mother your mother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mothers' Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture by~ Magical-Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-1784624728816378903?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/1784624728816378903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/05/to-mother-my-mother.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/1784624728816378903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/1784624728816378903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/05/to-mother-my-mother.html' title='To mother my mother...'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SgcExO9hDPI/AAAAAAAAAXI/ZYSTxDkv-A8/s72-c/d984bbb301bdb713.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-2499076783090944854</id><published>2009-04-13T00:00:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.483+09:30</updated><title type='text'>With love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SeHBQE9BDxI/AAAAAAAAAWg/8VB2WGbsuM4/s1600-h/Crimson_Roses_by_OhNoItsJoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SeHBQE9BDxI/AAAAAAAAAWg/8VB2WGbsuM4/s400/Crimson_Roses_by_OhNoItsJoe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323748716480368402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she walked on by, hiding the bouquet of red roses behind her just so he couldn't see it, she saw him standing there, smiling, with red roses in his hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary Darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture by ~OhNoItsJoe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-2499076783090944854?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/2499076783090944854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/04/with-love.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/2499076783090944854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/2499076783090944854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/04/with-love.html' title='With love...'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SeHBQE9BDxI/AAAAAAAAAWg/8VB2WGbsuM4/s72-c/Crimson_Roses_by_OhNoItsJoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-2096913485917573348</id><published>2009-04-07T14:13:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.519+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Bridging the Distance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SdrceY1bq_I/AAAAAAAAAV4/1XoOYcOqu-k/s1600-h/bridge_to_yesterday_by_Pirate_Cris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SdrceY1bq_I/AAAAAAAAAV4/1XoOYcOqu-k/s400/bridge_to_yesterday_by_Pirate_Cris.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321808324312411122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when they met after all those years of love, laughter and tears, they had nothing left to say to each other....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as she walked over on the edge, he had already stepped over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Picture by ~Pirate-Cris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-2096913485917573348?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/2096913485917573348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/04/bridging-distance.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/2096913485917573348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/2096913485917573348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/04/bridging-distance.html' title='Bridging the Distance'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SdrceY1bq_I/AAAAAAAAAV4/1XoOYcOqu-k/s72-c/bridge_to_yesterday_by_Pirate_Cris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-5999123327727012728</id><published>2009-03-08T13:45:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.507+09:30</updated><title type='text'>The Promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SbM77Oc3QII/AAAAAAAAAVw/tdppYemmoI0/s1600-h/Hallucination_by_inanevil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SbM77Oc3QII/AAAAAAAAAVw/tdppYemmoI0/s400/Hallucination_by_inanevil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310654274277425282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stole her soul away and vowed never to return it. She swam in the sky and flew in the water until her soul found her...yet again...and this time,she kept her promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Picture by: in an evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-5999123327727012728?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/5999123327727012728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/03/promise.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/5999123327727012728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/5999123327727012728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/03/promise.html' title='The Promise'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SbM77Oc3QII/AAAAAAAAAVw/tdppYemmoI0/s72-c/Hallucination_by_inanevil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-5812040760797260045</id><published>2009-02-04T22:34:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.493+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Extraordinarily Ordinary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SYmHYFNbdZI/AAAAAAAAAVg/S5IvdpFQI3U/s1600-h/Life_by_glamz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SYmHYFNbdZI/AAAAAAAAAVg/S5IvdpFQI3U/s400/Life_by_glamz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298915284363212178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point in time in our lives we all get overwhelmed by the ordinary; the monotony of daily life until one day you wish you had not let yourself be taken over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start checking your grocery bills and try to get the best interest rate on your new savings account. Your dog's poop becomes one of the troubles in your monotonous life and you wait for that day when you'd have an opportunity( note the word 'opportunity') to vacuum clean the entire house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point in time in our lives we all get sucked into the ordinary because it is the ordinary which can be done extraordinarily :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Picture by: *glamz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-5812040760797260045?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/5812040760797260045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/02/extraordinarily-ordinary.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/5812040760797260045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/5812040760797260045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/02/extraordinarily-ordinary.html' title='Extraordinarily Ordinary'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SYmHYFNbdZI/AAAAAAAAAVg/S5IvdpFQI3U/s72-c/Life_by_glamz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-2935122550869320326</id><published>2009-01-17T19:20:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.532+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Truth about Marriage!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SXGegzXn1CI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/yvCLbAui9qk/s1600-h/You_Make_Me_Laugh_by_KinkyAzianKitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SXGegzXn1CI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/yvCLbAui9qk/s400/You_Make_Me_Laugh_by_KinkyAzianKitty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292185323519333410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife dressed in sexy lingerie greets the husband at the door and he asks "How much did you spend on this?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-2935122550869320326?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/2935122550869320326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/01/truth-about-marriage.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/2935122550869320326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/2935122550869320326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/01/truth-about-marriage.html' title='Truth about Marriage!'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SXGegzXn1CI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/yvCLbAui9qk/s72-c/You_Make_Me_Laugh_by_KinkyAzianKitty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-7180776478120367181</id><published>2009-01-11T19:42:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.542+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SWm46o_9g-I/AAAAAAAAAUs/7obBpW8Ee1A/s1600-h/S7300487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SWm46o_9g-I/AAAAAAAAAUs/7obBpW8Ee1A/s400/S7300487.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289962554900972514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To commemorate my 23rd birthday, I got myself tattooed on my right shoulder- a gift from my loving husband. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  'Om' signifies Creation and Preservation. It is the symbol of the infinite; the Universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all those friends who remembered my birthday and a middle finger to those who should have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-7180776478120367181?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/7180776478120367181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-to-me.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/7180776478120367181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/7180776478120367181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me...'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SWm46o_9g-I/AAAAAAAAAUs/7obBpW8Ee1A/s72-c/S7300487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-7558365519582127563</id><published>2008-12-23T18:30:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.598+09:30</updated><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SVCkuded9EI/AAAAAAAAAUk/2r4RZwzMqiQ/s1600-h/Life_DJ_by_Alinell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SVCkuded9EI/AAAAAAAAAUk/2r4RZwzMqiQ/s400/Life_DJ_by_Alinell.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282903480998949954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post has been in making since the last 357 days...It commemorates one of the most special years of my life...This post is about what I have learnt, felt, thought of or maybe realised in the course of this eventful journey called 2008...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is the deepest commitment that you will make in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting married to the wrong person will feel like a prison with a bad cell mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priorities change with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money does make the world go round and so do sex and wine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time when you will give up on things and move on with what is left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning how to cook for yourself is a step towards self -independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it is better to act like you don't expect a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is an essential fibre of the fabric called life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is important to look beyond your own little horizon and see the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to be alone with yourself sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being loved works better than Maybelline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting tattooed should not be a hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams sometimes satisfy a thirsty soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Shantaram' is a novel worth being read :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a smile from a stranger can brighten your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exchanging fluids can make you happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they coined the phrase 'spring in the step' they actually meant it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of some people's skin will always haunt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will never own your children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is important to taste both tea and wine with utmost patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion is an escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we get really pissed with those people who make us feel secure in their love...we know no matter how rude we are they will never turn their backs on us. It is unfair on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a relief to the soul  to come back 'home'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Companionship is soothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always have a lump in your throat when you think of some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a child inside each of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun on your back and breeze on your face is the best date with Nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 years make me feel old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point in time in life, we will all want to get back to where we started...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-7558365519582127563?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/7558365519582127563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/12/2008.html#comment-form' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/7558365519582127563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/7558365519582127563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/12/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SVCkuded9EI/AAAAAAAAAUk/2r4RZwzMqiQ/s72-c/Life_DJ_by_Alinell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-1075544628715852656</id><published>2008-11-09T15:50:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2011-02-28T01:30:51.255+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Always and Never</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SRZ5Zmd1gBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/P10-pz_IZlQ/s1600-h/457adf643416caa82942df00289f38fa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SRZ5Zmd1gBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/P10-pz_IZlQ/s400/457adf643416caa82942df00289f38fa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266530294985752594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And he always let her have her way...She was free spirited,wilful and stubborn and he loved her for this. The summer was spent in long walks; watching the train go under the bridge...in stolen kisses at every corner and in dancing in the streets on no occasion. She thought she could touch the skies and she knew he will be there, waiting for her to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He worshipped her, kissed her toes when she lied down on the grass under the moonlit sky, she knew she had it all.The winter was no less of a season...they sat around the fire swinging to the tunes of the guitar...and she slept in his arms like a baby cradles on his mother's bosom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her sleep was soon over and the dream had ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And she finally let him have his way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-1075544628715852656?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/1075544628715852656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/11/always-and-never.html#comment-form' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/1075544628715852656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/1075544628715852656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/11/always-and-never.html' title='Always and Never'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SRZ5Zmd1gBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/P10-pz_IZlQ/s72-c/457adf643416caa82942df00289f38fa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-2022367490126245022</id><published>2008-10-28T01:05:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.621+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Wind in my hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SQXdBRqD5KI/AAAAAAAAAPw/9QPPVSftfSE/s1600-h/flick_by_Rock__Angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SQXdBRqD5KI/AAAAAAAAAPw/9QPPVSftfSE/s400/flick_by_Rock__Angel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261854753641718946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is orgasmic to untie your hair in the middle of the breeze and let the wind caress it with its fingertips...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-2022367490126245022?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/2022367490126245022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/10/wind-in-my-hair.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/2022367490126245022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/2022367490126245022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/10/wind-in-my-hair.html' title='Wind in my hair'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SQXdBRqD5KI/AAAAAAAAAPw/9QPPVSftfSE/s72-c/flick_by_Rock__Angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-8247609679091518055</id><published>2008-10-21T02:48:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.632+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Someday, I will fly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SPy3Z1-WxVI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Gl4iE4pJOyQ/s1600-h/The_Last_Time_by_ElifKarakoc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SPy3Z1-WxVI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Gl4iE4pJOyQ/s400/The_Last_Time_by_ElifKarakoc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259280119475127634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you bored of the way I write? That obscure sadness hidden in words. I am.I am sick of being sad. I have no reasons to be the tragedy queen that I sometimes try to be. Attention Deficit Disorder maybe, seems like it has been there since I was a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a high. Sex, Coffee or something? Or maybe a low, Sleep,Wine et al?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I just need to dump my head onto the pillow and cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-8247609679091518055?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/8247609679091518055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/10/someday-i-will-fly.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/8247609679091518055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/8247609679091518055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/10/someday-i-will-fly.html' title='Someday, I will fly.'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SPy3Z1-WxVI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Gl4iE4pJOyQ/s72-c/The_Last_Time_by_ElifKarakoc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-5410257836708568055</id><published>2008-10-01T14:28:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.647+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Goodnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SOME5D_9f7I/AAAAAAAAAPc/2xIKTGEcxCc/s1600-h/Second_Sleep_by_FiLH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SOME5D_9f7I/AAAAAAAAAPc/2xIKTGEcxCc/s400/Second_Sleep_by_FiLH.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252046968816762802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired that I think I will faint. My body begs for rest but I can’t relent. I feel like I am in a trance; moving, because the world around me moves. Maybe those people on the street are also zombies who inhabit the Earth and go round and round in that same old circle everyday. It is strange that the world darkens when you shield from the light and it is also strange that the room spins just because I chose to spin along. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-5410257836708568055?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/5410257836708568055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/09/goodnight.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/5410257836708568055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/5410257836708568055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/09/goodnight.html' title='Goodnight'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SOME5D_9f7I/AAAAAAAAAPc/2xIKTGEcxCc/s72-c/Second_Sleep_by_FiLH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-160478627111721199</id><published>2008-09-21T13:43:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.657+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Breathe In...Breathe Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SNXOuEjzazI/AAAAAAAAAPU/vDQB-LEVSpM/s1600-h/Spring_by_bender.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SNXOuEjzazI/AAAAAAAAAPU/vDQB-LEVSpM/s400/Spring_by_bender.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248328231663397682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon I am happy. Happy... happy....quite happy.My mind is so full that it doesn't have space to think any more ...think of those intricacies of life which really don't have answers...It is a pity that 'life' goes on..It goes on and on and on while the distance grows..with every passing moment...the distance, my dear reader, grows...until one fine day it  becomes infinite..difficult to bridge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the onset of spring and the sun warms my back while the breeze ruffles my hair...I like being carried away and not brought back...to this 'thing' called 'life'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-160478627111721199?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/160478627111721199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/09/breathe-inbreathe-out.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/160478627111721199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/160478627111721199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/09/breathe-inbreathe-out.html' title='Breathe In...Breathe Out'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SNXOuEjzazI/AAAAAAAAAPU/vDQB-LEVSpM/s72-c/Spring_by_bender.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-7496821482807400260</id><published>2008-09-10T10:40:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.665+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Into the clear water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SMci--hZKvI/AAAAAAAAAOc/asD5YabqoDg/s1600-h/and_breathe_out_by_Gwarf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SMci--hZKvI/AAAAAAAAAOc/asD5YabqoDg/s400/and_breathe_out_by_Gwarf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244198756426525426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and she let go of him in her dream that night.Was it a wish fulfilment that dreams supposedly are? Or was it one of those nightmares where the fears come alive?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-7496821482807400260?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/7496821482807400260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/09/into-clear-water.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/7496821482807400260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/7496821482807400260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/09/into-clear-water.html' title='Into the clear water'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SMci--hZKvI/AAAAAAAAAOc/asD5YabqoDg/s72-c/and_breathe_out_by_Gwarf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-1968358733667668316</id><published>2008-08-30T12:49:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.676+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Imprisoned</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SLjASxjWMvI/AAAAAAAAAOU/IsOeVmS7-5A/s1600-h/Prisoner_of_memories_by_DraganC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SLjASxjWMvI/AAAAAAAAAOU/IsOeVmS7-5A/s400/Prisoner_of_memories_by_DraganC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240149595217343218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate changes...I always have...whether they be for good or bad...I can't handle sudden transitions...And off course, since I don't cry with loved ones, it results in solitary tears streaming down the face while looking out from the window of a moving bus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so wish I had cried, cried in their arms, showed them how weak  I am and how miserable I felt to leave everything behind on an unknown quest of materialism.I wish I hadn't acted strong and broken into such small pieces that nobody could ever pick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had been 'me'...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-1968358733667668316?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/1968358733667668316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/08/imprisoned.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/1968358733667668316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/1968358733667668316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/08/imprisoned.html' title='Imprisoned'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SLjASxjWMvI/AAAAAAAAAOU/IsOeVmS7-5A/s72-c/Prisoner_of_memories_by_DraganC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-8923235294895663741</id><published>2008-08-04T19:23:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.689+09:30</updated><title type='text'>There...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SJbjut3H2UI/AAAAAAAAANw/HQcHx4eGYzY/s1600-h/Forgotten_by_Villemu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SJbjut3H2UI/AAAAAAAAANw/HQcHx4eGYzY/s400/Forgotten_by_Villemu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230618408961694018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wait for people to remember me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the hours turn to days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I constantly think of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-8923235294895663741?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/8923235294895663741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/08/there.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/8923235294895663741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/8923235294895663741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/08/there.html' title='There...'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SJbjut3H2UI/AAAAAAAAANw/HQcHx4eGYzY/s72-c/Forgotten_by_Villemu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-1448625935233942221</id><published>2008-07-29T13:50:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.698+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Redemption</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SI6epfiROrI/AAAAAAAAANo/k7MsLw2xU1g/s1600-h/The_Mountains_by_Sjoeman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SI6epfiROrI/AAAAAAAAANo/k7MsLw2xU1g/s400/The_Mountains_by_Sjoeman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228290653100784306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sped up the snow capped mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I reached its peak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Redemption&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in front of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I reached out to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tripped...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't clamp my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will climb the snow capped mountain again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-1448625935233942221?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/1448625935233942221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/07/redemption.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/1448625935233942221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/1448625935233942221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/07/redemption.html' title='Redemption'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SI6epfiROrI/AAAAAAAAANo/k7MsLw2xU1g/s72-c/The_Mountains_by_Sjoeman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-7086815621204246901</id><published>2008-07-20T15:32:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.707+09:30</updated><title type='text'>A Gateway to Nirvana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SILY4sbA-fI/AAAAAAAAANQ/GVGyFlCJuRE/s1600-h/Gateway_to_Nirvana_by_AlexGroseth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SILY4sbA-fI/AAAAAAAAANQ/GVGyFlCJuRE/s400/Gateway_to_Nirvana_by_AlexGroseth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224976986211940850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As his fingers entwine unto mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thrust increases with a greater force&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he looks into my eyes as I look into his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The souls lie bare naked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nirvana; it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-7086815621204246901?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/7086815621204246901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/07/gateway-to-nirvana.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/7086815621204246901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/7086815621204246901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/07/gateway-to-nirvana.html' title='A Gateway to Nirvana'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SILY4sbA-fI/AAAAAAAAANQ/GVGyFlCJuRE/s72-c/Gateway_to_Nirvana_by_AlexGroseth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-1721039879688925857</id><published>2008-07-16T01:18:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.717+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Reincarnation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SHzJ2nBVAKI/AAAAAAAAANI/2dXelRYmBoA/s1600-h/Reincarnation_by_Azph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SHzJ2nBVAKI/AAAAAAAAANI/2dXelRYmBoA/s400/Reincarnation_by_Azph.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223271607867605154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that I  die for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this battle of life and death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salvation will bestow…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I have sinned greatly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be with thy holy self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tonight I don’t surrender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul will not revel…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-1721039879688925857?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/1721039879688925857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/07/reincarnation.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/1721039879688925857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/1721039879688925857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/07/reincarnation.html' title='Reincarnation'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SHzJ2nBVAKI/AAAAAAAAANI/2dXelRYmBoA/s72-c/Reincarnation_by_Azph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-8895404178642583667</id><published>2008-06-28T04:30:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.726+09:30</updated><title type='text'>It's a Motherfucker...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AjWwtIlbbEE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AjWwtIlbbEE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;For You...With Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Motherfucker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being here without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking 'bout the good times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinkin 'bout the bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won't ever be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Motherfucker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting through a Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to the walls just me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't ever be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't ever be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Motherfucker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much I understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling that you need someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To take you by the hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you won't ever be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't ever be the same&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-8895404178642583667?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/8895404178642583667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/06/it-motherfucker.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/8895404178642583667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/8895404178642583667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/06/it-motherfucker.html' title='It&amp;#39;s a Motherfucker...'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-8968520140196739369</id><published>2008-06-26T23:22:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.735+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SGOjy4sYoYI/AAAAAAAAAM4/H6j9ZezOgJ8/s1600-h/goodbye___by_thresca.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SGOjy4sYoYI/AAAAAAAAAM4/H6j9ZezOgJ8/s400/goodbye___by_thresca.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216192888032502146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time for me to bid goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time for me to look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And know that this love will go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding against the tides of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Inch by Inch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-8968520140196739369?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/8968520140196739369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/06/goodbye.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/8968520140196739369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/8968520140196739369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/06/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SGOjy4sYoYI/AAAAAAAAAM4/H6j9ZezOgJ8/s72-c/goodbye___by_thresca.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-2444987133488566785</id><published>2008-06-14T21:31:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.749+09:30</updated><title type='text'>The Frog and The Scorpion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SFO3DAgrthI/AAAAAAAAAMM/JS1TkeiRmcc/s1600-h/Self_Destruct_by_WRZESZCZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SFO3DAgrthI/AAAAAAAAAMM/JS1TkeiRmcc/s400/Self_Destruct_by_WRZESZCZ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211710456102368786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to preserve my sanity,I began to read..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first 60 pages of "Shantaram" I read a fable,a story that has long been told.It is still on my mind and will always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a story about a frog and a scorpion.The frog agreed to take the scorpion on its back across the river because  the scorpion promised not to sting the frog.In the midway of the river,the scorpion stings the frog and they are about to drown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frog asks the scorpion, "Pray,why you stung me when you knew that both of us will drown?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a Scorpion. It is my nature to sting." replied the sinking Scorpion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-2444987133488566785?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/2444987133488566785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/06/frog-and-scorpion.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/2444987133488566785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/2444987133488566785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/06/frog-and-scorpion.html' title='The Frog and The Scorpion'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SFO3DAgrthI/AAAAAAAAAMM/JS1TkeiRmcc/s72-c/Self_Destruct_by_WRZESZCZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-6597378180332625585</id><published>2008-06-10T03:01:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.385+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Forgiven; Not Forgotten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SE1qf9Dl5PI/AAAAAAAAAME/L2FiMG3Op-E/s1600-h/Forgive_by_OnlyCurious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SE1qf9Dl5PI/AAAAAAAAAME/L2FiMG3Op-E/s400/Forgive_by_OnlyCurious.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209937441135650034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a long time ago..."Opinions are like assholes. Everybody has one but no one wants to see the other guys..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is mine :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive; but never Forget. Forgiveness, they say is noble, forgiveness,I say is selfish. I forgive people to feel better..to release all the anger and pain that resides in me...Yes, I forgive but only because I cant live without forgiving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetfulness, they say is to do with the memory...my memory,I say is a tad too strong :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-6597378180332625585?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/6597378180332625585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/06/forgiven-not-forgotten.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/6597378180332625585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/6597378180332625585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/06/forgiven-not-forgotten.html' title='Forgiven; Not Forgotten'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SE1qf9Dl5PI/AAAAAAAAAME/L2FiMG3Op-E/s72-c/Forgive_by_OnlyCurious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-4134831521818967555</id><published>2008-06-02T06:30:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.766+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Sex and the City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SEMOPkBwKAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/EQwryqnXRgE/s1600-h/400_sexandthecity_movieposter_080116_newline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SEMOPkBwKAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/EQwryqnXRgE/s400/400_sexandthecity_movieposter_080116_newline.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207021254702278658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex is about to be in the city soon...Woohoo...something that would fuckin' cheer me up...yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-4134831521818967555?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/4134831521818967555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/06/sex-and-city.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/4134831521818967555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/4134831521818967555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/06/sex-and-city.html' title='Sex and the City'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SEMOPkBwKAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/EQwryqnXRgE/s72-c/400_sexandthecity_movieposter_080116_newline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-1448118263892538782</id><published>2008-06-02T05:12:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.758+09:30</updated><title type='text'>On the run...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SEMbz0BwKBI/AAAAAAAAAL8/DGIgi-Z2EhU/s1600-h/Run_by_Skeet_McSkazMaTraz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SEMbz0BwKBI/AAAAAAAAAL8/DGIgi-Z2EhU/s400/Run_by_Skeet_McSkazMaTraz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207036171123697682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run away baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me find you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Coz If I do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, run away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-1448118263892538782?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/1448118263892538782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/06/on-run.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/1448118263892538782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/1448118263892538782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/06/on-run.html' title='On the run...'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SEMbz0BwKBI/AAAAAAAAAL8/DGIgi-Z2EhU/s72-c/Run_by_Skeet_McSkazMaTraz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-5443323350543060309</id><published>2008-05-28T17:30:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.776+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Funeral</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SDx-7EBwJ_I/AAAAAAAAALs/dd68nkcyaz0/s1600-h/dying_in_here_by_pepeboyd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SDx-7EBwJ_I/AAAAAAAAALs/dd68nkcyaz0/s400/dying_in_here_by_pepeboyd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205174822491924466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bury me deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bury me deep;so that I can sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep;so that I may never rise again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-5443323350543060309?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/5443323350543060309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/05/funeral.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/5443323350543060309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/5443323350543060309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/05/funeral.html' title='Funeral'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SDx-7EBwJ_I/AAAAAAAAALs/dd68nkcyaz0/s72-c/dying_in_here_by_pepeboyd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-2512841569996873226</id><published>2008-05-27T15:22:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.785+09:30</updated><title type='text'>No one can see me cry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SDuiJUBwJ-I/AAAAAAAAALk/VAlApvB6kQg/s1600-h/rain_by_hclemon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SDuiJUBwJ-I/AAAAAAAAALk/VAlApvB6kQg/s400/rain_by_hclemon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204932075235321826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately,the clouds break into tears unexpectedly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-2512841569996873226?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/2512841569996873226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/05/no-one-can-see-me-cry.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/2512841569996873226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/2512841569996873226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/05/no-one-can-see-me-cry.html' title='No one can see me cry...'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SDuiJUBwJ-I/AAAAAAAAALk/VAlApvB6kQg/s72-c/rain_by_hclemon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-4547913759563393585</id><published>2008-05-23T04:33:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.794+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SDXGr0BwJ9I/AAAAAAAAALY/41aKc5Pb2UU/s1600-h/d0ccbb2513fc0745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SDXGr0BwJ9I/AAAAAAAAALY/41aKc5Pb2UU/s400/d0ccbb2513fc0745.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203283400499144658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; shall pick &lt;strong&gt;my &lt;/strong&gt;pieces to make &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-4547913759563393585?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/4547913759563393585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/05/broken.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/4547913759563393585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/4547913759563393585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/05/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SDXGr0BwJ9I/AAAAAAAAALY/41aKc5Pb2UU/s72-c/d0ccbb2513fc0745.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-3804997533100704490</id><published>2008-05-18T03:47:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.803+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Comfortably Numb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SC_jCe5Ri5I/AAAAAAAAALI/ccYI2cW3W7A/s1600-h/3a59a0045a7a4e474fd9d3feb03c3752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SC_jCe5Ri5I/AAAAAAAAALI/ccYI2cW3W7A/s400/3a59a0045a7a4e474fd9d3feb03c3752.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201625726428744594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't breathe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-3804997533100704490?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/3804997533100704490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/05/comfortably-numb.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/3804997533100704490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/3804997533100704490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/05/comfortably-numb.html' title='Comfortably Numb'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SC_jCe5Ri5I/AAAAAAAAALI/ccYI2cW3W7A/s72-c/3a59a0045a7a4e474fd9d3feb03c3752.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-8274136916879322200</id><published>2008-05-03T01:47:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.825+09:30</updated><title type='text'>And that's why the caged bird sings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SBtSqDaRuKI/AAAAAAAAALA/xb5M4_6djIA/s1600-h/waiting_for_summer_by_P0RG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SBtSqDaRuKI/AAAAAAAAALA/xb5M4_6djIA/s400/waiting_for_summer_by_P0RG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195837477525502114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just when you thought you knew it all...bang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life plays peek-a-boo and so do people...Isn't it fun to just live,to just breathe and to just be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be;your own and on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a bird in the sky and I tried to clip its wings...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-8274136916879322200?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/8274136916879322200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/05/and-that-why-caged-bird-sings.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/8274136916879322200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/8274136916879322200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/05/and-that-why-caged-bird-sings.html' title='And that&amp;#39;s why the caged bird sings...'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/SBtSqDaRuKI/AAAAAAAAALA/xb5M4_6djIA/s72-c/waiting_for_summer_by_P0RG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-6789810391116046217</id><published>2008-04-04T05:03:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.834+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Takin' the long way around...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/R_U_q-QNs7I/AAAAAAAAAK4/K2n8HRi7z7Q/s1600-h/Bloody_Field_by_SadGirl311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/R_U_q-QNs7I/AAAAAAAAAK4/K2n8HRi7z7Q/s400/Bloody_Field_by_SadGirl311.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185120553485054898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read a comment from Mez on my previous post asking me what happened to my blogging pace:) My readers deserve an answer....I am getting married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the pace of life is goin' a bit too fast the blogging pace has slowed down.Gonecase and Ankur tagged me ages ago and I havent been able to honour those commitments.My apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonecase: Here is the tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://poemsandprayersandpromises.blogspot.com/2007/06/tagged.html"&gt;Tag&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ankur: Please wait for me to get some time to breathe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is taking a turn.A turn that I had been anticipating for over 3 years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to all the people who have contributed to my life in these 3 years of solitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who have been there.People who haven't.People who cared.People who didnt.People who loved.People who didnt.People who taught me something.People who learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this marriage brings with it the happiness and love I have always cherished.I will continue to evolve like I have in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I am on my way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-6789810391116046217?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/6789810391116046217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/04/takin-long-way-around.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/6789810391116046217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/6789810391116046217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/04/takin-long-way-around.html' title='Takin&amp;#39; the long way around...'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/R_U_q-QNs7I/AAAAAAAAAK4/K2n8HRi7z7Q/s72-c/Bloody_Field_by_SadGirl311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-6705459163070874408</id><published>2008-03-07T10:41:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.845+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Contemplation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/R9CLiEw1yiI/AAAAAAAAAKw/SMv4RRdo8DI/s1600-h/my_love_grows___by_mordachai71.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/R9CLiEw1yiI/AAAAAAAAAKw/SMv4RRdo8DI/s400/my_love_grows___by_mordachai71.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174789389359106594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perfection is an impossibility" he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me being my real determined self replied "Maybe your bars are set too low"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe yours are set too high" he retorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe,yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-6705459163070874408?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/6705459163070874408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/03/contemplation.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/6705459163070874408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/6705459163070874408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/03/contemplation.html' title='Contemplation'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/R9CLiEw1yiI/AAAAAAAAAKw/SMv4RRdo8DI/s72-c/my_love_grows___by_mordachai71.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-4599224980031212793</id><published>2008-01-24T05:43:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.853+09:30</updated><title type='text'>I have a dream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/R5ebeabLvDI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2QhLi0tCByI/s1600-h/Sulla_Costa_by_acidi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/R5ebeabLvDI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2QhLi0tCByI/s400/Sulla_Costa_by_acidi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158762844967910450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always had a dream... a dream I had carefully nurtured so that it can no longer be just a dream. A dream I have been laughed at for, a dream that I am sometimes embarrassed to share, a dream that might just prove to be a nightmare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has been going on in my life lately, a lot that will steer the course of my life,a lot that I guess I would willingly give myself to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is good to go with the flow...It is best to determine its direction...It is excellent to be able to do it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godspeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-4599224980031212793?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/4599224980031212793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/01/i-have-dream.html#comment-form' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/4599224980031212793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/4599224980031212793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/01/i-have-dream.html' title='I have a dream...'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/R5ebeabLvDI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2QhLi0tCByI/s72-c/Sulla_Costa_by_acidi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-6428170913598087532</id><published>2008-01-11T07:04:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.873+09:30</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/R4aFRgEIySI/AAAAAAAAAKI/m7uTYAwlWa0/s1600-h/CIMG4143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/R4aFRgEIySI/AAAAAAAAAKI/m7uTYAwlWa0/s200/CIMG4143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153953359283669282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is about NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got myself tattooed yesterday to commemorate my 22nd birthday :)It's a phoenix-a victory over death and it is tattooed right above my heart...the pic is attached...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Coming to one of my fav topics'Men'..Have they forgotten how to woo women?..."You dont buy me flowers anymore..." Now,where did I read that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,Happy Birthday to me....Muah&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/R4aJ0QEIyTI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/P9-I2utITww/s1600-h/Mirror_by_Sxmxnthx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/R4aJ0QEIyTI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/P9-I2utITww/s200/Mirror_by_Sxmxnthx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153958354330634546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-6428170913598087532?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/6428170913598087532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/6428170913598087532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/6428170913598087532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/R4aFRgEIySI/AAAAAAAAAKI/m7uTYAwlWa0/s72-c/CIMG4143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-3952704730088520649</id><published>2007-12-15T22:12:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.885+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Drowning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/R2PBWgEIyRI/AAAAAAAAAKA/mmvn2iH5PLw/s1600-h/a0f26aa4c4bfb927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/R2PBWgEIyRI/AAAAAAAAAKA/mmvn2iH5PLw/s400/a0f26aa4c4bfb927.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144167791695808786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you succumb to pain? Is it a staple part of your diet? Do you also never spend a day without thinking of those hurtful moments of pain, rejection and humiliation? 'Coz I don’t...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when everything seems rosy and life seems promising doesn’t all that grief, those days, months and years of lovelessness come marching to you? Or is it that you invite them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a parasite who feeds on pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-3952704730088520649?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/3952704730088520649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2007/12/drowning.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/3952704730088520649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/3952704730088520649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2007/12/drowning.html' title='Drowning'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/R2PBWgEIyRI/AAAAAAAAAKA/mmvn2iH5PLw/s72-c/a0f26aa4c4bfb927.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-320950930712248522</id><published>2007-11-29T06:11:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.898+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Lost in Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/R1RhwgdFJvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fR-4u_RC8EI/s1600-R/bw.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/R1RhwgdFJvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fP7NrVcJn48/s400/bw.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139840560710100722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's me contemplating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captured by my man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-320950930712248522?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/320950930712248522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2007/11/lost-in-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/320950930712248522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/320950930712248522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2007/11/lost-in-thoughts.html' title='Lost in Thoughts'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/R1RhwgdFJvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fP7NrVcJn48/s72-c/bw.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-8551246396335580824</id><published>2007-11-07T14:51:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.908+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Isn't it just....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/RzFB5QivoXI/AAAAAAAAAJo/GtC-To1KbEs/s1600-h/_12_12__by_akimafuyu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/RzFB5QivoXI/AAAAAAAAAJo/GtC-To1KbEs/s400/_12_12__by_akimafuyu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129953902500749682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybelline refuses to subdue the swollen eyes after a night of tears.Loreal tries hard to bring some freshness to a wilted face.None succeeds.It is very important to earn the trust of those you love.It is very important to be able to stand on your feet.It is very important to understand that not everyone understands you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is necessary to keep breathing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-8551246396335580824?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/8551246396335580824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2007/11/isn-it-just.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/8551246396335580824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/8551246396335580824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2007/11/isn-it-just.html' title='Isn&amp;#39;t it just....?'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/RzFB5QivoXI/AAAAAAAAAJo/GtC-To1KbEs/s72-c/_12_12__by_akimafuyu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-6821909709613914602</id><published>2007-10-12T06:25:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.937+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Chased</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/Rw6YZMygFpI/AAAAAAAAAJY/YQ1TXFeg1H0/s1600-h/Dormi__Dormi___by_MyNightmare1956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/Rw6YZMygFpI/AAAAAAAAAJY/YQ1TXFeg1H0/s400/Dormi__Dormi___by_MyNightmare1956.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120197385064027794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They haunt me.My insecurities become demons and clutch me in their cruel hands.I get exposed in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid to sleep.Everything that I try to forget dances in front of my eyes in my dreams.Another night;another set of dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather stay awake than sleep tonight.Its been so long since I got respite from sleep.I just want to curl up and sleep.I cant let go of this fear;this unfounded fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like getting stripped of your cover as soon as you close your eyes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-6821909709613914602?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/6821909709613914602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2007/10/chased.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/6821909709613914602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/6821909709613914602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2007/10/chased.html' title='Chased'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/Rw6YZMygFpI/AAAAAAAAAJY/YQ1TXFeg1H0/s72-c/Dormi__Dormi___by_MyNightmare1956.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-6818876954923494223</id><published>2007-10-07T05:37:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.946+09:30</updated><title type='text'>I bet you didn't want to know these!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/RwgFm8ygFoI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/v6qAEueXyIY/s1600-h/Fading_away_by_Shace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/RwgFm8ygFoI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/v6qAEueXyIY/s400/Fading_away_by_Shace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118347143217682050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged;yet again by &lt;a href="http://www.supriyanarang.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sup&lt;/a&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,there you go girlie....&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;19 facts nobody really wants to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pick out a scar you have, and explain how you got it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mark on the tip of my nose.My mom still curses me for it;was just tryin to get rid of a stubborn blackhead...it left a permanent mark instead LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. What does your phone look like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worn and beaten by the hands of time...err...mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. What is on the walls of your bedroom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping Bags:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. What is your current desktop picture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you expect out of a narcissist like me? My pic,off course,Duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. Do you believe in gay marriage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in marriage ;be it gay,lesbian,or straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6. What do you want more than anything right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contentment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 . What time were you born?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;00:17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Are your parents still together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Last person who made you cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who shouldn't have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is your favorite perfume / cologne?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleasures by Estee Lauder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;11. What kind of hair/eye color do you like in the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL..never thought of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12. What are you listening to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voices inside my Head.They don't SHUT UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you get scared of the dark?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nopes.It always makes you look for light...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you like pain killers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish something could kill the pain..It would have been a beautiful life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;15. Are you too shy to ask someone out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;16. If you could eat anything right now, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather have a cuppa tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;17. Who was the last person you made you mad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who made me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;18. Who was the last person who made you smile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My man :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;19. Is someone in love with you?&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.I am lucky enough to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag....No one!!!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-6818876954923494223?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/6818876954923494223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2007/10/i-bet-you-didn-want-to-know-these.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/6818876954923494223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/6818876954923494223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2007/10/i-bet-you-didn-want-to-know-these.html' title='I bet you didn&amp;#39;t want to know these!'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/RwgFm8ygFoI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/v6qAEueXyIY/s72-c/Fading_away_by_Shace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-2471320143722341694</id><published>2007-09-14T21:47:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.956+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Change-A changing phenomenon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/RvQtf4lLCyI/AAAAAAAAAJI/JPQ3Aq9j2nk/s1600-h/_when_the_sky_was_perfect__by_chocolate_sheep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/RvQtf4lLCyI/AAAAAAAAAJI/JPQ3Aq9j2nk/s400/_when_the_sky_was_perfect__by_chocolate_sheep.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112761502759848738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid of changes-I so am. The fear of not being able to adapt is always there.No matter how much I'd like to be the person who embraces change, I would still be scared of it.I think its perhaps redundant of me to think that changes are a synonym of an instability.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I look at every change as an instability then what about the new beginnings...What when a change might be a change from winter to spring? Why the fear of a dry spell? Aint we all conditioned to adapt to changes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can the fear originate from being compelled to leave it all behind and start afresh and not being sure of how fresh will it be? Changes-I think they would always go on ..perhaps that's why they call it the essence of life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-2471320143722341694?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/2471320143722341694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2007/09/change-changing-phenomenon.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/2471320143722341694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/2471320143722341694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2007/09/change-changing-phenomenon.html' title='Change-A changing phenomenon'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/RvQtf4lLCyI/AAAAAAAAAJI/JPQ3Aq9j2nk/s72-c/_when_the_sky_was_perfect__by_chocolate_sheep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-149858634506899638</id><published>2007-08-28T23:25:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.964+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Ready to Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/RtQuEfv5YyI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-Kbvoh7I1Ek/s1600-h/she_____by_WWWest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/RtQuEfv5YyI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-Kbvoh7I1Ek/s400/she_____by_WWWest.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103754932494361378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so hard to escape sometimes,especially when you are all ready to run..run from closed minds and closed lives...I wish I could breathe free with liberated souls...Who knows I might just die suffocated like this? When things just aint goin' right we tend to blame it on everything other than our own selves,is that really justified?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to gasp for breath sometimes,or these people might just choke me...It's such an irony that people are against you just because you don't conform.Is conformity a part of being social? What happened to the age old cry of 'Let me be me'..do we really allow people to be their own selves?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-149858634506899638?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/149858634506899638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2007/08/ready-to-run.html#comment-form' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/149858634506899638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/149858634506899638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2007/08/ready-to-run.html' title='Ready to Run'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/RtQuEfv5YyI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-Kbvoh7I1Ek/s72-c/she_____by_WWWest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-2446987605283342687</id><published>2007-08-18T22:51:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.973+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Breathing Guilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B6rTkp1dek4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B6rTkp1dek4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help, I have done it again&lt;br /&gt;I have been here many times before&lt;br /&gt;Hurt myself again today&lt;br /&gt;And, the worst part is there's no-one else to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be my friend&lt;br /&gt;Hold me, wrap me up&lt;br /&gt;Unfold me&lt;br /&gt;I am small&lt;br /&gt;I'm needy&lt;br /&gt;Warm me up&lt;br /&gt;And breathe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch I have lost myself again&lt;br /&gt;Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I think that I might break&lt;br /&gt;I've lost myself again and I feel unsafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Breathe Me by Sia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-2446987605283342687?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/2446987605283342687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2007/08/breathing-guilt.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/2446987605283342687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/2446987605283342687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2007/08/breathing-guilt.html' title='Breathing Guilt'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-3923648387832700259</id><published>2007-08-17T09:30:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.982+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Maybe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/RsXb7Pv5YuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Qld6W735uCM/s1600-h/lilium_by_of_no_worlds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/RsXb7Pv5YuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Qld6W735uCM/s400/lilium_by_of_no_worlds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099723963953144546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its just one of those days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I feel better when I say that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I want you to know it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am too ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am hiding it from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I hide it from my own self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I wear a mask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe 'coz you don't recognise me unmasked&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-3923648387832700259?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/3923648387832700259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2007/08/maybe.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/3923648387832700259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/3923648387832700259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2007/08/maybe.html' title='Maybe...'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/RsXb7Pv5YuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Qld6W735uCM/s72-c/lilium_by_of_no_worlds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-7797410858090838010</id><published>2007-08-16T20:51:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:11.992+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating Sixty Years of Indian Independance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/RsR7qfv5YtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/wbW0x3ojB6Q/s1600-h/Path_to_Heaven_by_LILLAjija.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/RsR7qfv5YtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/wbW0x3ojB6Q/s400/Path_to_Heaven_by_LILLAjija.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099336648097358546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60 years of Indian Independence;60 years of communal hatred;60 years of hollow cultural values;60 years of moral policing by the IMMORAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes,60 years of Indian Independence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-7797410858090838010?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/7797410858090838010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2007/08/celebrating-sixty-years-of-indian.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/7797410858090838010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/7797410858090838010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2007/08/celebrating-sixty-years-of-indian.html' title='Celebrating Sixty Years of Indian Independance'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/RsR7qfv5YtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/wbW0x3ojB6Q/s72-c/Path_to_Heaven_by_LILLAjija.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-7706781864964959974</id><published>2007-07-23T06:04:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:12.007+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Gone with the Wind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/RqSvNYKxw6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/GquEcEYHiWI/s1600-h/samara_____by_frequance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/RqSvNYKxw6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/GquEcEYHiWI/s400/samara_____by_frequance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090386123196318626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt communion with nature? Have you ever prayed to waves to wash you away? Have you ever knelt to the wind to blow you along? Wished the breeze to make you fly? I have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are those days when you feel one with nature. Days when you wish you could embrace the mountains, touch the earth, deepen your roots...Especially when you’re tired with a broken body and tortured soul. Don’t you wish you could just unleash amidst the scents of nature?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the rain dampens the soles of my feet, I wish I could melt away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-7706781864964959974?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/7706781864964959974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2007/07/gone-with-wind.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/7706781864964959974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/7706781864964959974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2007/07/gone-with-wind.html' title='Gone with the Wind...'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/RqSvNYKxw6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/GquEcEYHiWI/s72-c/samara_____by_frequance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-6382372210657425520</id><published>2007-07-12T07:50:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:12.025+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Amen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/RpVwGYxNsYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/xbqpyZqJQ6A/s1600-h/challenge_by_aeravi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/RpVwGYxNsYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/xbqpyZqJQ6A/s400/challenge_by_aeravi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086094609215238530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A discussion with a friend a couple of days ago got me thinking about religion.India, as we know is a religion hub,but how religious we exactly are?What is it that differentiates me from someone who worships a differently carved stone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What defines me as a Hindu?Do I believe in being a Hindu?Do I even know what are the principle beliefs of being a Hindu or do I just practice it 'coz I have been doing it since birth? Did I ever feel less religious while going to a church ,a mosque or a gurudwara?Why will it ever be a 'life -striking' issue if I decide to convert to a different religion? And why exactly would a person convert? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is religion after all? The same principle guides every religion except some beliefs which I believe are made to differentiate it from the other.For me its not about belonging to a particular religion and adhering to some of its 'illogical beliefs but its about knowing that my inner conscience is my God.That meek little voice that tells me it's wrong.Doesn't that suffice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-6382372210657425520?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/6382372210657425520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2007/07/amen.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/6382372210657425520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/6382372210657425520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2007/07/amen.html' title='Amen...'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/RpVwGYxNsYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/xbqpyZqJQ6A/s72-c/challenge_by_aeravi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663431949687926645.post-9188797111637935597</id><published>2007-06-30T03:33:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:27:12.044+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Tagged~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/RoVY-4xNsXI/AAAAAAAAAHY/l3KgOcjQOdQ/s1600-h/Fallling_by_jazzywitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/RoVY-4xNsXI/AAAAAAAAAHY/l3KgOcjQOdQ/s400/Fallling_by_jazzywitch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081565591971410290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,quite a while ago I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://http://distantcords.wordpress.com/"&gt;Dream Catcher&lt;/a&gt; and the gentleman didnt remind me, considering the amnesic that I am :) and now the dear lady &lt;a href="http://thestrapstory.blogspot.com"&gt;Cinamon&lt;/a&gt; tagged me with the same tag ;) One arrow,two targets (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Random facts about myself :) To begin with, I am random with a capital R!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I wear black nail paint...like it black...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I wear the duppatta on my head when I wear suits, contrary to my image :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't follow any particular religion, my conscience is my God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am quite used to being misunderstood and bitched about..I wonder when people don't bitch about me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I find homosexuality acceptable unlike the opinion of many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I dress according to my feeling and never according to the occasion...Keep hoping, I feel sexy ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My dog is named 'makhkhan' aka 'butter' if that qualifies :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I buy flowers for myself and kiss myself goodnight!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663431949687926645-9188797111637935597?l=www.awomanofmanyshades.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/feeds/9188797111637935597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2007/06/tagged.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/9188797111637935597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663431949687926645/posts/default/9188797111637935597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.awomanofmanyshades.com/2007/06/tagged.html' title='Tagged~~~'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01888980514435739308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncM9MYNA39c/Tor8g9SRHzI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IZjWBJfQgJg/s220/P1000204.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLgD9d1oJdE/RoVY-4xNsXI/AAAAAAAAAHY/l3KgOcjQOdQ/s72-c/Fallling_by_jazzywitch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry></feed>
