<?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-4125577389655693676</id><updated>2011-10-06T23:03:28.329+05:30</updated><category term='itz ok'/><category term='I wrote it for a inter-college competition n it was all about a letter mentioning our broken love. it was much easy for me. I just penned down my life when he had left.'/><category term='well its not ok. itz d farthest thing thing from ok i have ever felt in my life.but i know as i always heard that what doesn&apos;t kill u will make you stronger and i belive thatz true.'/><category term='courtesy- to my gay friend who had called me in my counselling show and shared his pangs and plight as a social being. how pathetic our society is. and for me society means myself and you. yes we are.'/><category term='oh no'/><category term='a crazy note in my personal diary about recession when it found place in mainpages for the first time.'/><category term='on the moment she&apos;s gifted with a thought and understands her wildest dream she has always been being human'/><category term='I me myself'/><category term='I love me'/><category term='Short and intense insight of an android&apos;s mind'/><category term='yea really.'/><category term='Claimer-Author is not an addict but she has first hand experience.'/><category term='I depressed me'/><title type='text'>Thoughts DistilleD</title><subtitle type='html'>Writing is my way of reaffirming my existance.
It eases my sufferings..It uplifts my spirit.. 
 I do rejoice in it for its own sake.
   
Come n feel this letters.. they are reflections of my soul, shards of my heart, my sorrows unwept ....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-1077377252876459687</id><published>2010-12-11T15:13:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-12T11:43:13.003+05:30</updated><title type='text'>From the mirror I see...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/TQNUYOuoCNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1Uv_atinxnY/s1600/e0198018fa16f23d8b01f110ad4c96eb.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549371941097834706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/TQNUYOuoCNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1Uv_atinxnY/s320/e0198018fa16f23d8b01f110ad4c96eb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;From the mirror I see, the beauty inside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That sees the grandeur of love and care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For everything I feel comes natuarally,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And from the mirror I see, dreams will soon become a reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;From the mirror I see, the artist inside me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Full of imagination and does things creatively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;With the soft strokes of brushes, I can draw my words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And to paint them with happiness so that I can favourably be alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;From the mirror I see, the priest inside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Who openly helps the people especially the needy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I offer them together in my prayers as Iam sheperd of the flock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I will patienly wait for answers from the creator &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;until all will be unlocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;From the mirror I see, the architect inside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Who carefully design the paths life will set for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;with one hope, my two feet will forever take steps on ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;to help me realise that smiles will always come after every frowns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;From the mirror I see, the engineer inside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;who build my dreams as tall as century old tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;from the top I will endure to climb with all my might.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So that when I fall, I will always learn to take flight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;From the mirror I see, the story teller inside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;who playfully plays with my mind that keeps me entirely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It makes me belive in fairy tales and happy ending stories,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;because of the same thought of doing it for my childhood fantasies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;From the mirror I see, the prisoner inside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;who unwearyingly waits for the time to be truly free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;with every time I think. I truly learn it day by day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.And to value life to be the fullest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;From the mirror I see, the adventurer inside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Who playfully runs whenever I want to flee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;With every step I make, I see pure bliss from my sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And learn many things that will help me push through with life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;From the mirror I see, the poet inside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Who offers nothing but my Heartily-made poetry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;With every words I think I write it perfectly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To earn value care and dignity that I will share to my readers-to-be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And lastly from the mirror I see,is the same person that really look like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the person I belive that has the capability of living a legacy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Every time I gaze at the mirror, I see her looking back at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And she helped me see, the possibilities of being me,from the mirror I see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4125577389655693676-1077377252876459687?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/1077377252876459687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/12/from-mirror-i-see.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/1077377252876459687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/1077377252876459687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/12/from-mirror-i-see.html' title='From the mirror I see...'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/TQNUYOuoCNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1Uv_atinxnY/s72-c/e0198018fa16f23d8b01f110ad4c96eb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-8210258323293374734</id><published>2010-05-29T17:58:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-29T18:05:50.026+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My sky...</title><content type='html'>The sky&lt;br /&gt;The sky is barred&lt;br /&gt;The sky is black and ruined&lt;br /&gt;poisoned and dark&lt;br /&gt;waisted,void&lt;br /&gt;The birds,birds are gone.&lt;br /&gt;The birds are nested away&lt;br /&gt;Nested on broken glass and tainted steel&lt;br /&gt;Nested in festering death&lt;br /&gt;Nested in thorny oaks&lt;br /&gt;Nested&lt;br /&gt;Grounded&lt;br /&gt;The trees, trees are falling&lt;br /&gt;The trees, the trees are grand and deadly ill&lt;br /&gt;torn and ravaged  and blown apart&lt;br /&gt;blown by hollow winds in a dying sky&lt;br /&gt;The trees, the strong, the proud&lt;br /&gt;The dying ,dying dead&lt;br /&gt;The trees&lt;br /&gt;The birds&lt;br /&gt;The sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-8210258323293374734?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/8210258323293374734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-sky.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/8210258323293374734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/8210258323293374734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-sky.html' title='My sky...'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-3938582670114136718</id><published>2010-05-29T17:05:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-29T17:58:47.686+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>May be my life is&lt;br /&gt;Incomplete...&lt;br /&gt;Trying to balance myself&lt;br /&gt;On my feet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spinning around&lt;br /&gt;In circles, with passion&lt;br /&gt;Before i hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;A thousand smiles are&lt;br /&gt;reflecting back at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone becomes a star&lt;br /&gt;a moon ,a splendid sun..&lt;br /&gt;Spinning in some direction&lt;br /&gt;Trying to reach out,&lt;br /&gt;For some sort of connection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst i hit my bed&lt;br /&gt;Laying here, eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;but never sleeping...&lt;br /&gt;I can't see time,&lt;br /&gt;But i hear it moving&lt;br /&gt;I hear the old groaning&lt;br /&gt;of this ancient planet&lt;br /&gt;...Turning....&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it's dizzy&lt;br /&gt;It's moving slower&lt;br /&gt;m&lt;br /&gt;The edges of my mind&lt;br /&gt;begning to fray&lt;br /&gt;firm stiches, undone&lt;br /&gt;starting to stray...&lt;br /&gt;Threads are falling&lt;br /&gt;loose and uncontrolled&lt;br /&gt;as i near insanity&lt;br /&gt;Big black hole...&lt;br /&gt;and exhausion drags the sigh&lt;br /&gt;from my lips&lt;br /&gt;whilst i am wondering, when&lt;br /&gt;this world will die?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-3938582670114136718?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/3938582670114136718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-be-my-life-is-incomplete.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/3938582670114136718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/3938582670114136718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-be-my-life-is-incomplete.html' title=''/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-8138949635053551641</id><published>2010-05-29T16:48:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-29T17:05:05.471+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Free fall What</title><content type='html'>and i think&lt;br /&gt;I say trees,~'hello,you are taking the world back, I see&lt;br /&gt;I say sun,~'hello you are taking the skin on my back, i see&lt;br /&gt;dont take too much of the world&lt;br /&gt;or my skin is important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say your name over and over&lt;br /&gt;You say mine once,sh baby sh!&lt;br /&gt;You grab my hand and&lt;br /&gt;Its ok, I Feel like woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can think&lt;br /&gt;I say sky,~ 'hello can i store your blue in my lungs&lt;br /&gt;Sky says, 'no' but i take it anyway&lt;br /&gt;Sky takes it back when we go down.&lt;br /&gt;And i dont care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also say,'no'and iam taking it anyway&lt;br /&gt;but dont take it back when i go down&lt;br /&gt;i know you wont.&lt;br /&gt;I trust our love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-8138949635053551641?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/8138949635053551641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/05/free-fall-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/8138949635053551641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/8138949635053551641'/><link rel='alternate' 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door,&lt;br /&gt;Leave me nothing but a heart to bleed&lt;br /&gt;love blinded by hate.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought it would be this way&lt;br /&gt;I guess there ia always gonna be something too late&lt;br /&gt;In a pool of blood Iam left to lay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When sun comes up in morning&lt;br /&gt;And you realize what has been done,&lt;br /&gt;Do not try to comfort anyone in mourning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-2129524975982755447?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/2129524975982755447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-happened-to-our-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/2129524975982755447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/2129524975982755447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-happened-to-our-love.html' title='what happened to our love?'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-6912952999684206318</id><published>2010-05-29T16:27:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-29T16:38:54.260+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What can bring him back, i dont know!</title><content type='html'>The knife fell from her hand in a shower of crimson&lt;br /&gt;And she caressed his heart,&lt;br /&gt;Bare and feebly beating in her hand,&lt;br /&gt;Clutching it close,&lt;br /&gt;Since she could not hold it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only way,she thought&lt;br /&gt;to rescue him from herself~&lt;br /&gt;He belongs to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But his eyes no longer shone&lt;br /&gt;so she took that too&lt;br /&gt;preserving them in her best crystalline jar&lt;br /&gt;so she could at last gaze to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But his cheeks no longer resembled pretty roses&lt;br /&gt;so she drank up his blood&lt;br /&gt;In hopes that&lt;br /&gt;she could burn red for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he no longer spoke&lt;br /&gt;And thats when she knew~&lt;br /&gt;without his lovely words he could never&lt;br /&gt;profess his love&lt;br /&gt;to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she took up the knife once more...&lt;br /&gt;and joined him in eternal slumber&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-6912952999684206318?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/6912952999684206318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-can-bring-him-back-i-dont-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/6912952999684206318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/6912952999684206318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-can-bring-him-back-i-dont-know.html' title='What can bring him back, i dont know!'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-469985475730679198</id><published>2010-05-23T00:24:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-23T00:43:21.095+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short and intense insight of an android&apos;s mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on the moment she&apos;s gifted with a thought and understands her wildest dream she has always been being human'/><title type='text'>Synthetic smile</title><content type='html'>Through my titanium nerves,&lt;br /&gt; I feel&lt;br /&gt;a draining pulse of mystery,&lt;br /&gt;reaching&lt;br /&gt;my stainless steel heart beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder why&lt;br /&gt;by this unforgettable sense&lt;br /&gt;of being iam&lt;br /&gt;Both from inertia freed&lt;br /&gt;and yet by doubt restrained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My artificial mind touched&lt;br /&gt;by unknown troubles awakening&lt;br /&gt;Something deep down&lt;br /&gt;this miserable existance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it last for ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a semblence of humanity&lt;br /&gt;i would surrender to mortality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet having no god&lt;br /&gt; to pray for it .&lt;br /&gt;I am lost&lt;br /&gt;In my synthetic dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-469985475730679198?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/469985475730679198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/05/synthetic-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/469985475730679198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/469985475730679198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/05/synthetic-smile.html' title='Synthetic smile'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-1332139638962942302</id><published>2010-05-16T18:41:00.015+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-05T00:53:16.938+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some people should never be parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She only meant&lt;br /&gt;something to you&lt;br /&gt;When your life was in chaos&lt;br /&gt;and had no one to&lt;br /&gt;warm your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When life got to much&lt;br /&gt;for you&lt;br /&gt;You expected her to "be&lt;br /&gt;there for" you.&lt;br /&gt;And i had to remind you&lt;br /&gt;she was only 11&lt;br /&gt;And that was not her&lt;br /&gt;purpose to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You blamed her for your&lt;br /&gt;problems&lt;br /&gt;For the ones who&lt;br /&gt;eventually left you&lt;br /&gt;(because they could no&lt;br /&gt;longer tolerate your&lt;br /&gt;drama )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over stressed her to&lt;br /&gt;keep her quiet&lt;br /&gt;Played out the victim and&lt;br /&gt;martyr oh so well&lt;br /&gt;Seeking out pity where&lt;br /&gt;none should have been given&lt;br /&gt;to you anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Placed everyone and&lt;br /&gt;everything,&lt;br /&gt;Above and before her,&lt;br /&gt;When really she should&lt;br /&gt;have been your priority,&lt;br /&gt;Chose another person's&lt;br /&gt;daughters over her ,&lt;br /&gt;Then kicked her out of&lt;br /&gt;her mind&lt;br /&gt;at the age of only 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spoke her of verbal abuse,&lt;br /&gt;'how it was your cross to bear&lt;br /&gt;as she was so dysfuntional&lt;br /&gt;And out of control,&lt;br /&gt;She deserved what she got'&lt;br /&gt;(oh not!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah I know you&lt;br /&gt;at those ages&lt;br /&gt;Loved&lt;br /&gt;Doted&lt;br /&gt;Pampered&lt;br /&gt;Tolerated&lt;br /&gt;Spoiled&lt;br /&gt;Envoloped in the utter&lt;br /&gt;love and affection&lt;br /&gt;of your own mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i think of her&lt;br /&gt;upbringing,&lt;br /&gt;In stark contrast of yours&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry ,&lt;br /&gt;At what you got and&lt;br /&gt;didn't give ,&lt;br /&gt;What she deserved but&lt;br /&gt;never received&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you were too busy&lt;br /&gt;being all about you&lt;br /&gt;A victim&lt;br /&gt;A martyr&lt;br /&gt;A taker&lt;br /&gt;A user&lt;br /&gt;A loser&lt;br /&gt;Never responsible&lt;br /&gt;Never wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite your lack of&lt;br /&gt;parenting&lt;br /&gt;She has become &lt;br /&gt;Accomplished&lt;br /&gt;Talented&lt;br /&gt;Humble&lt;br /&gt;Ravishing&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent&lt;br /&gt;well and whole&lt;br /&gt;while your faves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;remain nothing...&lt;/span&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/4125577389655693676-1332139638962942302?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/1332139638962942302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/05/she-only-meant-something-to-you-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/1332139638962942302'/><link rel='self' 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the voice inside of me whispers poison&lt;br /&gt;I think its not part of me.&lt;br /&gt;I think something outthere is in my head,&lt;br /&gt;I think someone is trying to hurt me,&lt;br /&gt;I think its trying to end my life.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want life to be life like this.&lt;br /&gt;Looking around the corner before turning them,&lt;br /&gt;Listening for sounds of people coming,&lt;br /&gt;watching people,&lt;br /&gt;Beliveing that they are trying to hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;This paranoia is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;Its rippimg my soul out slowly .&lt;br /&gt;I lost trust in everyone around me.&lt;br /&gt;and watch them,&lt;br /&gt;Over analysing what they say,&lt;br /&gt;I walk fastI run away from people,&lt;br /&gt;I watch them suspiciously,&lt;br /&gt;I watch my back.&lt;br /&gt;This paranoia will end me .&lt;br /&gt;and i can't stop it,&lt;br /&gt;becoz someone is realy out to get me,&lt;br /&gt;to hurt me again and again,&lt;br /&gt;And they are right behind me.&lt;br /&gt;good bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-8195019287332943837?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/8195019287332943837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/05/splitting-of-atom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/8195019287332943837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/8195019287332943837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/05/splitting-of-atom.html' title='Splitting of an atom'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-1857945899949193480</id><published>2010-05-16T02:01:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-16T02:05:50.094+05:30</updated><title type='text'>something in your way</title><content type='html'>can you see them?&lt;br /&gt;The messengers of love,&lt;br /&gt;with wings shattered&lt;br /&gt;and stained in fear,&lt;br /&gt;plunging into my chest,&lt;br /&gt;and tearing out murky life stones,&lt;br /&gt;as it were clay.&lt;br /&gt;Melting over them,&lt;br /&gt;tiny bundles of sorrow, safely&lt;br /&gt;entombed with guardians of hate,&lt;br /&gt;and inky lights to guide their way,&lt;br /&gt;can u see them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-1857945899949193480?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/1857945899949193480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/05/something-in-your-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/1857945899949193480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/1857945899949193480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/05/something-in-your-way.html' title='something in your way'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-672459332195944156</id><published>2010-05-16T01:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-16T02:01:05.977+05:30</updated><title type='text'>art... heart... art...</title><content type='html'>Music rolls up the&lt;br /&gt;waves of silent lake.&lt;br /&gt;Painting is chasing,&lt;br /&gt;a beam in dark cave.&lt;br /&gt;Dance is a whirl&lt;br /&gt;on the line of stillness.&lt;br /&gt;Act arise from the&lt;br /&gt;ark of agony.&lt;br /&gt;art is the mark of&lt;br /&gt;ancient awareness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-7227465313731161116</id><published>2010-05-16T01:51:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-16T02:26:02.298+05:30</updated><title type='text'>logical thoughts!!!!</title><content type='html'>Graphite and pain&lt;br /&gt;My dear, what you have&lt;br /&gt;to be afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;Life is a simple test&lt;br /&gt;with multiple choice answers.&lt;br /&gt;A through C speak of&lt;br /&gt;procreation lastly.&lt;br /&gt;Letter D of heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;and the love making...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;graphite and pain&lt;br /&gt;Ink and disarray&lt;br /&gt;Circle shines like fiends.&lt;br /&gt;All of the above for&lt;br /&gt;saints of our dumb love,&lt;br /&gt;Just grade out our hearts and leave,&lt;br /&gt;just grade our hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-7227465313731161116?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/7227465313731161116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/05/etc-etc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/7227465313731161116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/7227465313731161116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/05/etc-etc.html' title='logical thoughts!!!!'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-2188500982439353207</id><published>2010-05-16T01:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-16T01:50:46.433+05:30</updated><title type='text'>who tries..?</title><content type='html'>Who tries so hard,&lt;br /&gt;to figure it out,&lt;br /&gt;Tease out the stubborn logic;&lt;br /&gt;Understand building blocks,&lt;br /&gt;Assemble the cause and effect,&lt;br /&gt;Isolate, direct and indirect;&lt;br /&gt;Ponder-if,then,else;&lt;br /&gt;Interrogate-him,her,self;&lt;br /&gt;Review it word by word;&lt;br /&gt;Say again the heard and unheard;&lt;br /&gt;Syllable by syllable;&lt;br /&gt;More patience than thoughts able;;&lt;br /&gt;Scientist,Logician, professor, Physician,&lt;br /&gt;The experienced, the phD?&lt;br /&gt;No , Silly, the poet, me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-2188500982439353207?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/2188500982439353207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/05/who-tries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/2188500982439353207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/2188500982439353207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/05/who-tries.html' title='who tries..?'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-7803631636495143257</id><published>2010-05-16T00:35:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-16T01:20:23.942+05:30</updated><title type='text'>long time before...</title><content type='html'>When  i was young and alone, I would tell tales of those who had loved and lost.&lt;br /&gt;I would ramble on about love and passion and delicate working of human soul. When i was young and alone I could tell about the intricate lacings of the human heart as lyrically as any mystic poet.I would weave stories of star crossed lovers from the strings of forgotten truths. When i was young and alone, i would dream of a warm touch of a lover whose eyes saw only me. I would lie in the bed for hours, squeezing my eyes tight so that the fantasies i had painted never slip away.When i was young and alone, i was so very much alone in my passionate wisdom and infinite rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;                  But now as lie in your arms, i have no deep insights to impart on this world. i have no wisdom to set sail upon the wind.Now as i lie here on your shoulders,I no longer need to dream. for nothing, for nothing i had ever conjured was ever sweet as the brush of your cheeks against mine, or the smell of your body as you pull me in close. I have no need for lengthy ballads to nameless lovers. i make claims to ancient wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;                  For all i know and all i could ever have to say, i need but 3 words forever... I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((i wrote this long tym ago in my diary, since he has left in search of ''much more '' from his life.but god latenight , when the distractions that can fill your life in the hollowest of waysfall away, i feel void so much that all i can do is cry.I'm terrifed of allowing me to crumble but even more so of ever becoming too strong)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-7803631636495143257?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/7803631636495143257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/05/long-time-before.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;could you sing a song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A song that prove i was right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to behold all that i see within the silence of night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A song that bring forth the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;should i ever seize my mouth and start write?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;If you were wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;would you sing me a song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;About how dragon fancies it mating flight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Or perhaps how they embrace each night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;May be you could sing to me of their height&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Or with it how they seldom fight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;If we were wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Could we sing out this song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Of a million stars shining against the broken of blue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;How I gaze into your eyes, so deep and mystical too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A song about a heartbeat that beats as one so true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Pray the day, should i ask,are we to say i do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Even if we were wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;would it change much of the song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;About a dragon and his partner of opal hue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Embraced their flight as they higher flew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A mystical air that surrounds them both, i knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;we cant stay angry like this, lets remain happy like them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-1026231496543972059?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/1026231496543972059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-i-were-wrong-could-you-sing-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/1026231496543972059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/1026231496543972059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-i-were-wrong-could-you-sing-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-7441358879238675458</id><published>2010-05-15T23:49:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-16T03:21:47.533+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ribcage of my mind</title><content type='html'>Fallen glass and shattered spectrums;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen dreams and dusty plectrums;&lt;br /&gt;Rotting rainbow most beloved;&lt;br /&gt;Rusty faces, soil has covered;&lt;br /&gt;Filthy screams and curled eyelashes;&lt;br /&gt;Fuming head and pretty gashes;&lt;br /&gt;All these pieces fill the ribcage-&lt;br /&gt;THEY MAKE UP MY MIND.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-7441358879238675458?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/7441358879238675458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/05/ribcage-of-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/7441358879238675458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/7441358879238675458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/05/ribcage-of-my-mind.html' title='ribcage of my mind'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-4503883086120155866</id><published>2010-05-15T23:45:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-15T23:49:23.815+05:30</updated><title type='text'>happiness</title><content type='html'>Happiness is a cycle,&lt;br /&gt;It comes from love&lt;br /&gt;and flows with joy.&lt;br /&gt;It comes and goes as it please,&lt;br /&gt;flowing through your day like disease.&lt;br /&gt;do you feel happy every day and night?&lt;br /&gt;I doubt you might.&lt;br /&gt;As i walk through my hallway&lt;br /&gt;I wonder am i truely happy each day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-4503883086120155866?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/4503883086120155866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/05/happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/4503883086120155866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/4503883086120155866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/05/happiness.html' title='happiness'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-6760839876279578186</id><published>2010-05-15T23:37:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-16T03:47:00.848+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fryday</title><content type='html'>Thursdays just dont count and&lt;br /&gt;words dont mean twice as much.&lt;br /&gt;Thursdays dont work like fridays&lt;br /&gt;It's May and it's a friday.&lt;br /&gt;It's May and it's a friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 2 years ago,&lt;br /&gt;it was 3 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday to him means inhale,inhale,inhale.&lt;br /&gt;to her skull,skull,floor.&lt;br /&gt;to them party, party,party, crash.&lt;br /&gt;to other her, study,study,study,nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday ends and the week will still roll on,&lt;br /&gt;between his fingers,&lt;br /&gt;between her lips,&lt;br /&gt;between the sheets.&lt;br /&gt;You either wake up tommorow&lt;br /&gt;or you don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-6760839876279578186?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/6760839876279578186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/05/fryday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/6760839876279578186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/6760839876279578186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here iam at the crucible,&lt;br /&gt;Unsure of where i stand.&lt;br /&gt;Do i err on the side of caution?&lt;br /&gt;or do i keep aiming for the moon&lt;br /&gt;to land among the stars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-2082360125820882790?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/2082360125820882790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/05/uncertain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/2082360125820882790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/2082360125820882790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/05/uncertain.html' title='Uncertain'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-8292651022972067574</id><published>2010-05-15T23:27:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-15T23:31:03.441+05:30</updated><title type='text'>mocking life</title><content type='html'>Birds are telling me&lt;br /&gt; i should sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I'm considering it,&lt;br /&gt;assuming their intentions are pure.&lt;br /&gt;Still i dont know what pure is,&lt;br /&gt;other than a mocking theory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-8292651022972067574?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/8292651022972067574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/05/mocking-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/8292651022972067574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/8292651022972067574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/05/mocking-life.html' title='mocking life'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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damn alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt your hands stroke my own&lt;br /&gt;and smelled your skins soft bouquet,&lt;br /&gt;But i know that you were never there&lt;br /&gt;so why do i feel damn betrayed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt you fingers caress my hair,&lt;br /&gt;and the beats of your heart,&lt;br /&gt;wash away my pain,&lt;br /&gt;But i know that you were never there&lt;br /&gt;So why do i feel so damn insane?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-3635281982348722129?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/3635281982348722129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/05/darkness-is-hardest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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everything&lt;br /&gt;you were trying to find?&lt;br /&gt;I may, I never said I wasted anything&lt;br /&gt;except my time expecting so much ,&lt;br /&gt;expecting so much that i think i am gonna find&lt;br /&gt;Open up my head now&lt;br /&gt;and all i see is the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i end up being nothing&lt;br /&gt;you were afraid to find?&lt;br /&gt;you could be broken&lt;br /&gt;and i would be right there broken with you&lt;br /&gt;Or you could be screaming&lt;br /&gt;and I would be right there screaming with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If  you wanna change the world&lt;br /&gt;of this time and make it ours...&lt;br /&gt;I would be right there by your side.&lt;br /&gt;What if i turn up being everything&lt;br /&gt;you were trying to find?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-8098769053931101540?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-4680995777078233691</id><published>2010-05-15T22:55:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-15T23:02:10.329+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cloudy paranoid</title><content type='html'>You are across the room,&lt;br /&gt;But baby: you will never be closer.&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your breath rippling on me.&lt;br /&gt;and your smell- rusty and delicately sweet.&lt;br /&gt;and then you look at me feverishly,&lt;br /&gt;and then you are gone.&lt;br /&gt;The light sweeps in through the windows&lt;br /&gt;and you are a ghost that I wont see ever again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-4680995777078233691?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-4677446859301419717</id><published>2010-03-03T23:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:34:36.680+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courtesy- to my gay friend who had called me in my counselling show and shared his pangs and plight as a social being. how pathetic our society is. and for me society means myself and you. yes we are.'/><title type='text'>Firm footing of a gay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S6CRm8ieZLI/AAAAAAAAAGc/aE8lyraaq90/s1600-h/Anime_Guy_by_Anime_Dreamer93.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449515647390082226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S6CRm8ieZLI/AAAAAAAAAGc/aE8lyraaq90/s320/Anime_Guy_by_Anime_Dreamer93.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I'm not guy but...&lt;br /&gt;I'm knott gay but...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gay butt...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ghey but...&lt;br /&gt;Eye'm not a gay but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a gay but I know how to feel love,&lt;br /&gt;and lust and want.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a gay but I understand wanting&lt;br /&gt;to spend life with someone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gay but I want to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a homosexual, however...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...am a human being.&lt;br /&gt;which gives me something in common with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gay included.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-4677446859301419717?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/4677446859301419717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/03/firm-footing-of-gay.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/4677446859301419717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/4677446859301419717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/03/firm-footing-of-gay.html' title='Firm footing of a gay.'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S6CRm8ieZLI/AAAAAAAAAGc/aE8lyraaq90/s72-c/Anime_Guy_by_Anime_Dreamer93.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-1282609847669161137</id><published>2010-03-02T22:08:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-17T20:42:57.362+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Tempress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S6B9eu73IZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/n7BSzLjE92g/s1600-h/i+remembr+those+days.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449493516066955666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S6B9eu73IZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/n7BSzLjE92g/s320/i+remembr+those+days.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Muse, muse, muse again and confuse.&lt;br /&gt;Flames of desire tower high&lt;br /&gt;and only a mist to quench.&lt;br /&gt;Is the occassional whetting of the tongue worth&lt;br /&gt;the burn ever-present?&lt;br /&gt;some moments here and there.&lt;br /&gt;A brain -racing,-folding,-twisting, -turning.&lt;br /&gt;that defines and stops time.&lt;br /&gt;Oh damn, God damn&lt;br /&gt;What can I do next?&lt;br /&gt;To restore bladness of normalcy?&lt;br /&gt;Then to plunge into its depth.&lt;br /&gt;and to fret over again!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-1282609847669161137?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/1282609847669161137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/03/tempress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/1282609847669161137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/1282609847669161137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/03/tempress.html' title='The Tempress'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S6B9eu73IZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/n7BSzLjE92g/s72-c/i+remembr+those+days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-4106035184487130832</id><published>2010-03-02T21:59:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-19T00:08:56.713+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Claimer-Author is not an addict but she has first hand experience.'/><title type='text'>The proud Addict</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S6Jy_H_mjtI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uA8UfbPLD4Y/s1600-h/Alice_by_hikarishimoda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450044927874862802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S6Jy_H_mjtI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uA8UfbPLD4Y/s320/Alice_by_hikarishimoda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S6CDMPaT6yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/xgmvGo0idPQ/s1600-h/ADDICT_by_thenumber42.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449499795436858146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S6CDMPaT6yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/xgmvGo0idPQ/s320/ADDICT_by_thenumber42.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S6CCqg_NBvI/AAAAAAAAAGE/5G792EA34Gs/s1600-h/im_not_crazy____by_wolfheart1128.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449499216039446258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S6CCqg_NBvI/AAAAAAAAAGE/5G792EA34Gs/s320/im_not_crazy____by_wolfheart1128.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;The proud addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A caricature.&lt;br /&gt;Compensating for lack of substance -&lt;br /&gt;with substances.&lt;br /&gt;Denying reality by substituting other.&lt;br /&gt;Cannot make sense,&lt;br /&gt;so become senseless.&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate self-inflicted demise&lt;br /&gt;and call it a party.&lt;br /&gt;Drinking from the punchbowl of death&lt;br /&gt;in a slow, cultish,mass suicide.&lt;br /&gt;Solace in knowing the outcome:&lt;br /&gt;death by its own hands.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-4106035184487130832?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/4106035184487130832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/03/proud-addict.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/4106035184487130832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/4106035184487130832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/03/proud-addict.html' title='The proud Addict'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S6Jy_H_mjtI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uA8UfbPLD4Y/s72-c/Alice_by_hikarishimoda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-4336910794345337941</id><published>2010-03-02T12:02:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:03:38.876+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Get Out of My Head.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S6CMHO5ihWI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ImmDKSsvgU4/s1600-h/_Head_in_the_clouds__by_Kie_chan.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449509605004707170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S6CMHO5ihWI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ImmDKSsvgU4/s320/_Head_in_the_clouds__by_Kie_chan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's easy enough, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Just block them out.&lt;br /&gt;Pretend they're not real. They don't exist.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think twice.&lt;br /&gt;They are the others. The outsiders.The unfamiliar.&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to block them out and imagine they are somewhat less than you are.&lt;br /&gt;Faceless. Heartless. Immoral.&lt;br /&gt;Evil and unclean.&lt;br /&gt;Their destruction would be a justified holy act.&lt;br /&gt;Their continued existance would be an anethema.&lt;br /&gt;Or worst still. They wont' even register.&lt;br /&gt;Your radar remains mute.&lt;br /&gt;Their is nothing to notice. Nothing important than yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Other people dont' count.&lt;br /&gt;Even the closest to you barely register a blip on your screen.&lt;br /&gt;Other people are outside. They are just the other.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard you try.You cannot know who they are.&lt;br /&gt;Now matter how much they reveal,they will always remain hidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically. Essentially.When you get down to it.&lt;br /&gt;What I am trying to say is in the most gayest, most poetic way possible.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard you try,&lt;br /&gt;and no matter how much you think you know.&lt;br /&gt;You will never ever truely know someone.&lt;br /&gt;And they will never ever truely know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other people will always be removed and&lt;br /&gt;apart from who you are.&lt;br /&gt;And thats' a large part of what makes life interesting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-4336910794345337941?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/4336910794345337941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/03/get-out-of-my-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/4336910794345337941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/4336910794345337941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/03/get-out-of-my-head.html' title='Get Out of My Head.'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S6CMHO5ihWI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ImmDKSsvgU4/s72-c/_Head_in_the_clouds__by_Kie_chan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-8920430584097364544</id><published>2010-03-01T13:13:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:13:00.301+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I depressed me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh no'/><title type='text'>I've seen the future, baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S6B8PHjj9xI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2Q_HgjufFZg/s1600-h/have+seen+future.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449492148286387986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S6B8PHjj9xI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2Q_HgjufFZg/s320/have+seen+future.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've seen the future.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen mobile phones in the size of peanuts.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen video games more realistic than life.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen perfect sexual organs grown and&lt;br /&gt;welded between the legs of rich and famous.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen movies animated, written and conceived entirely&lt;br /&gt;by the computers.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen children starving in far away places.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen 12 year old girls in lingre dancing to,&lt;br /&gt;the repackaged disco songs and being asked their ,&lt;br /&gt;opinions of art and its relation to cultural evolution&lt;br /&gt;by impossibly clean cut men(!).&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who can hold mirror to the past can see the future,&lt;br /&gt;but it takes a open-hearted mind than I,&lt;br /&gt;to like what they see.&lt;/span&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/4125577389655693676-8920430584097364544?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/8920430584097364544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-seen-future-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/8920430584097364544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/8920430584097364544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-seen-future-baby.html' title='I&apos;ve seen the future, baby'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S6B8PHjj9xI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2Q_HgjufFZg/s72-c/have+seen+future.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-4472252485018734599</id><published>2010-03-01T12:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-18T23:35:36.329+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a crazy note in my personal diary about recession when it found place in mainpages for the first time.'/><title type='text'>In the fond memory of recession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S6Jq4dWjeDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4AxQsdSlcj4/s1600-h/dreamcatcher_detail_by_ki_killerrr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450036017256167474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S6Jq4dWjeDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4AxQsdSlcj4/s320/dreamcatcher_detail_by_ki_killerrr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo courtesy-deviantart.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like to think that world has turned a page.&lt;br /&gt;Or even opened an entire open book.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hopeful .&lt;br /&gt;But let's be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality has a knack for crushing a man's dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human beings have achieved much in the last few thousand years.&lt;br /&gt;Fire, the wheel, language,clothing and electricity..&lt;br /&gt;space exploration,genetics.&lt;br /&gt;And because already we have done so much, I continue to hold out hope&lt;br /&gt;that we will do more..&lt;br /&gt;Much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, it's easy to remain cynical. especially when all we&lt;br /&gt;ever hear is bad news.&lt;br /&gt;But bad things have always happened and&lt;br /&gt;will continue to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow we've managed to rise above and&lt;br /&gt;move beyond the horrors and limitations of&lt;br /&gt;a corporeal existance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's upto each of us to do the best we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we can rebuild everything.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we can help the poor.&lt;br /&gt;Yes we can eliminate hunger&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we can cure disease&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we can travel to stars&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we can evolve&lt;br /&gt;Yes having little deeds may not amount much to the cause.&lt;br /&gt;But Iam hoping that it will at the very least be symbolic of something greater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An era of rationality, love and hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the world is changing and&lt;br /&gt;the first time I feel it's changing in the right direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-4472252485018734599?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/4472252485018734599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-fond-memory-of-recession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/4472252485018734599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/4472252485018734599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-fond-memory-of-recession.html' title='In the fond memory of recession'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S6Jq4dWjeDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4AxQsdSlcj4/s72-c/dreamcatcher_detail_by_ki_killerrr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-1908215531545409481</id><published>2010-02-28T21:07:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-19T00:19:43.120+05:30</updated><title type='text'>where did february go??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S6J1f6RHNyI/AAAAAAAAAHU/RMI5P-hy6YI/s1600-h/Random_Thought__s_by_gravelling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450047690149148450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S6J1f6RHNyI/AAAAAAAAAHU/RMI5P-hy6YI/s320/Random_Thought__s_by_gravelling.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn... where did february go? I jus turned around and its' gone!!![ also this flipping blogger just ate some of my post] . It may be the reason why I dont update as often as I could. Blessed thing.Perhaps a Fairy will come by to helpout me in blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, what did I have to say about my february... something about having 'law of inertia' and having lot of dreams to realise. I have been sitting empty headed for a quiet long time but still I did something which help my dreams I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have charted out some resolutions( I belive in montly resolutions rather that yearly ones)&lt;br /&gt;so here comes my resolutions&lt;br /&gt;I decided-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* To react nicely to all those angry, irritated , fussy Faces around me.&lt;br /&gt;*To be persistant. act g3 act. Action is your keyword while following dreams.&lt;br /&gt;*To engage only( i emphasise only) in non-toxic arguments&lt;br /&gt;*To not surrender my creative urge to write on blogs when i see blessed technical alerts in blog like "cud not contact blogger.com. saving and publishing may fail. Retrying..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only this for march.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-1908215531545409481?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/1908215531545409481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/02/where-did-february-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/1908215531545409481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/1908215531545409481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/02/where-did-february-go.html' title='where did february go??'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S6J1f6RHNyI/AAAAAAAAAHU/RMI5P-hy6YI/s72-c/Random_Thought__s_by_gravelling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-544263117851220219</id><published>2010-02-28T13:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-01T16:08:04.454+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Everyday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;You are still there&lt;br /&gt;everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are still bending over,&lt;br /&gt;backwards,&lt;br /&gt;forwards,&lt;br /&gt;everyway you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;Just so one day.&lt;br /&gt;may be&lt;br /&gt;you will set yourself free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-544263117851220219?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/544263117851220219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/02/everyday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/544263117851220219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/544263117851220219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/02/everyday.html' title='Everyday'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-7646690161736739402</id><published>2010-02-27T13:44:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-17T12:20:56.309+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yea really.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love me'/><title type='text'>Those were The Days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S6B7i7xsIQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/7XeyPZtFaqQ/s1600-h/childhood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449491389210173698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S6B7i7xsIQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/7XeyPZtFaqQ/s320/childhood.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember the school.&lt;br /&gt;I remember good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I remember bad stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that time I took a beating' cause i was&lt;br /&gt;smaller than the other guy and he could.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the day when I accidently called my science teacher "amma"&lt;br /&gt;I remember the hardships I used to face for no reasons at all.&lt;br /&gt;I remember that time when i was 10 and that next-door-oldie tried to feel me up .&lt;br /&gt;I remember being bold enough to slap that man.&lt;br /&gt;I remember being too scared to adress the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew then , what I know now, things would&lt;br /&gt;have turned out quite different.&lt;br /&gt;But If I knew then what I know now, I would not be&lt;br /&gt;the girl I am today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-7646690161736739402?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/7646690161736739402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/03/those-were-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/7646690161736739402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/7646690161736739402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/03/those-were-days.html' title='Those were The Days...'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S6B7i7xsIQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/7XeyPZtFaqQ/s72-c/childhood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-6286608019009185264</id><published>2010-02-20T22:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-20T22:38:13.816+05:30</updated><title type='text'>food for thoughts in difficulties</title><content type='html'>* Do manage you situations. don't let yourself to be managed by situations.&lt;br /&gt;* Think about your wonderful memories , affirm yorself that this situation wont last forever and it is just a passing cloud. ( tommorow this problem will pave way for other problems know? wink)&lt;br /&gt;*Dont ,Please dont let this problem to create more problem in other phase of life. Ex-Dont let personal problem to create flaws in your work. -Dont mix up things-. otherwise you will be tangled by more and more problems.&lt;br /&gt;more points will be added...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-6286608019009185264?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/6286608019009185264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/02/food-for-thoughts-in-difficulties.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/6286608019009185264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/6286608019009185264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/02/food-for-thoughts-in-difficulties.html' title='food for thoughts in difficulties'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-8817017545070993958</id><published>2010-02-20T21:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-20T22:38:13.818+05:30</updated><title type='text'>advantages of being a guy than a girl.</title><content type='html'>1- they can piss anywhere, even in road side( this point is the real motivation of this post)&lt;br /&gt;2- if they flirt around, society is more likely to accept that fact with a it-happens attitude.&lt;br /&gt;3- they can enjoy more freedom , both from home and society.&lt;br /&gt;4 they have no fear of being raped, even if it happened they wont get pregnent.&lt;br /&gt;5- they can show their enjoyment by removing their shirt when india wins the game.&lt;br /&gt;6- Their arrogance, irritation and anger would be accepted by society more easily.&lt;br /&gt;more points will be added by author lately..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-8817017545070993958?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/8817017545070993958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/02/advantages-of-being-guy-than-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/8817017545070993958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/8817017545070993958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/02/advantages-of-being-guy-than-girl.html' title='advantages of being a guy than a girl.'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-3729934607647153965</id><published>2010-02-20T21:40:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:33:16.767+05:30</updated><title type='text'>g3 joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S6D8arCpLFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kX70hfM95gE/s1600-h/Rawr_by_iCakey.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"what is the different between stubborness and&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;determination"? g3 asked.&lt;br /&gt;" when you are doing something your way and succeed, that is determination" her soul repiled.&lt;br /&gt;" when you do something your way and you failed, that's stubborness." her soul chuckled back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-3729934607647153965?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/3729934607647153965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/02/g3-joke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/3729934607647153965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/3729934607647153965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/02/g3-joke.html' title='g3 joke'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-720993958988544236</id><published>2010-02-14T01:11:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:58:36.301+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why are you troubled?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S6ECcoVB18I/AAAAAAAAAG0/cSkxopo4W1g/s1600-h/Nightmare_by_Blanchy94.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449639714980222914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S6ECcoVB18I/AAAAAAAAAG0/cSkxopo4W1g/s320/Nightmare_by_Blanchy94.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;My heart why are you troubled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Why is these darkness all around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Why do you search for something that's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Never to be found?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Why do you cherish each bit of sunlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;and every moment filled with glee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Why there is a lonely feeling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Why is it I, myself and me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;How long will you run and hide?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;How long will you pretend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;How far is your destiny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;When will these journey end???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-720993958988544236?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/720993958988544236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-are-you-troubled.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/720993958988544236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/720993958988544236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-are-you-troubled.html' title='Why are you troubled?'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S6ECcoVB18I/AAAAAAAAAG0/cSkxopo4W1g/s72-c/Nightmare_by_Blanchy94.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-6027195492291604603</id><published>2010-02-10T14:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-14T01:30:08.081+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LOVE....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I love him but I cant call me as a lover". my heart wants to know why?&lt;br /&gt;"You love him but you are not love"- soul replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be love. submit yourself to the trance of love, unconditionally . forget your self , forget the world. Dont count. Dont hesitate.. be free. free yourself in the hands of love then the cosmic soul will reveal the truth, the ultimate truth- the joy of being love itself. Then it radiates... when it shines, flaws vanish..when it whispers, you forget every pain"- soul adds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it whispers-if you are in love , you may argue. from the moment you become love.. no more complaints wil be there .no more doubts no more conditions exist.nothing can bother you then. you just indulge in immense ecstacy. you will become ' eternal ecstacy'. your soul rests in total harmony.better be love than being in love.&lt;br /&gt;be love .. be love! my soul sings again and again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-6027195492291604603?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/6027195492291604603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/02/love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/6027195492291604603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/6027195492291604603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/02/love.html' title='LOVE....'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-6640400179409237961</id><published>2010-02-09T02:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-14T10:41:03.128+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I wrote it for a inter-college competition n it was all about a letter mentioning our broken love. it was much easy for me. I just penned down my life when he had left.'/><title type='text'>In the fond memory of a broken love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;On those early hours of morning, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;when I awake half sleepy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;where blanket can't help me from the cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;and again his thought haunts me ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;and moreover, his love haunts me like a painful dream, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;tears roll down like that shine like sharp piercing crystals of memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;in the early rays of sun. I am trying another day to forget those moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;still... again and again.. his memories rushes in.. know y? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;coz it is love.. in all true sense.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;but intense love often hurts.. first it gives everything. later it retain nothing for us. It makes us to know each other to keep us far way. It shower dreams to shatter it later. It fills hopes in eyes to replace it with tears then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;When I had looked up at the sky before, I could see only romantic blue and feel the cool breeze.Nor did I notice those dark clouds. Nor did I expect that the breeze would turn into hurricanes. When I saw those twinkling stars, never did I notice that it was dark around like how the sky never was nor did I expect that I would be left in darkness one day, like how I failed to notice those thorns in roses.We only see the beauty in everything when we are in love, we know the darker side in fact but we dont care for it purposly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;I did love red rose once, so were those red rose which accompanied divine love but as I told before all the beautiful things pain me with his memories. I started avoiding those beautiful things like how my life lost it charm when he went away. I plead , I begged.. but my words are of no value now. It magnified my emotions once. But a million words couldnt bring him back. I know as I tried infinite times. my words worth nothing when the one who loved it once cares it no more. even a billion listners cannot compensate for that single listner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;Is it better to hate than love?(sometimes I doubt)- we hardly moist our eyes for one whom we hate but tear rolls out for love! An enemy ofcourse understand our hatred and hate us more than we hate them but a love fails to give back even a drop of love we gave... But still my dear, tears shed in love worth lot more than those empty plastic smiles devoid of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;Sometimes I feel we shouldnt love some until we get them forever( quite bizzare). Why should we fetch our heart with despair and eyes with tears in those fond memories? Why should those tender dewdrops and cool breeze pain us in deep? Why should those rainy days make us feel all alone? Why should we hate to look up at the stars and roses? Why shoud we make ourselves hate all those beautiful thing once longed to be in the sight always? Yet, to be in love and to be loved, can give a bouquet of lovely memories that lingers it fragrance forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-6640400179409237961?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/6640400179409237961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-fond-memory-of-broken-love.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/6640400179409237961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/6640400179409237961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-fond-memory-of-broken-love.html' title='In the fond memory of a broken love..'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-8798241140315305438</id><published>2010-02-09T01:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-09T01:35:23.717+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To my ' one and "only one" @ life.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In the journey Iam on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You are my 'one'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yea, my one and only 'one'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When sun shine on top &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will be your shade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When troubles do unfold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will be on your side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you hold my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know, you are the 'one'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yea my one and only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When I close my eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Its only you stands there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We we'll build life together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We 'll share same roof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and it'll be my heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i'll live in with my god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You are my one and only one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You are my wish come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bcc- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:#$%#@gmail.com,$%^^&amp;amp;**^@yahoo.com,"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;#$%#@gmail.com,$%^^&amp;amp;**^@yahoo.com,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;@#$&amp;amp;**@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;@#^^..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.......................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:....................................................%$*&amp;amp;^$@ymail.com"&gt;...................................................&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:..............%$*&amp;amp;^$@ymail.com"&gt;..............%$*&amp;amp;^$@ymail.com&lt;/a&gt;.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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life.com'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-3585030923288051379</id><published>2010-02-05T17:30:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:40:13.405+05:30</updated><title type='text'>WhaT we miSs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S6D-r19RiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hOIq-py3SyE/s1600-h/c90485b220189ef6dfc87ddec43bdfde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449635578290211106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S6D-r19RiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hOIq-py3SyE/s320/c90485b220189ef6dfc87ddec43bdfde.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A walk in rain.&lt;br /&gt;Laze gaze on green lawn.&lt;br /&gt;Moon lit night.&lt;br /&gt;Watching sunset.&lt;br /&gt;looking into the blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;seeing your inner being.&lt;br /&gt;A cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Dash of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Scent of new book.&lt;br /&gt;Friend's loving look.&lt;br /&gt;a forehead kiss.&lt;br /&gt;hands on strings.&lt;br /&gt;silly fights.&lt;br /&gt;random walks.&lt;br /&gt;These all are ' the bliss',&lt;br /&gt;We often miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didnt feel it yet,&lt;br /&gt;My dear.I pity.&lt;br /&gt;Oh why should I?&lt;br /&gt;Lot of chances still awaits.&lt;br /&gt;Its there for us.&lt;br /&gt;A heart to feel,&lt;br /&gt;Thats all we need.&lt;br /&gt;To feel the life,&lt;br /&gt;To be alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-3585030923288051379?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/3585030923288051379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-we-miss-walk-in-rain-laze-gaze-on.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/3585030923288051379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/3585030923288051379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-we-miss-walk-in-rain-laze-gaze-on.html' title='WhaT we miSs'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S6D-r19RiSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hOIq-py3SyE/s72-c/c90485b220189ef6dfc87ddec43bdfde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-8700796609974009904</id><published>2010-02-02T12:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-12T22:31:23.690+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An emotional orphan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S2fspLPAeRI/AAAAAAAAADI/IDzC46bkuVE/s1600-h/7a478c6b608df1a9e3dd510ae0243c37.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S2fr7FL0eqI/AAAAAAAAADA/UCUmpvloLEU/s1600-h/fde7d7fda9248072d77d1b8e750b90b7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433570875682355874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S2fr7FL0eqI/AAAAAAAAADA/UCUmpvloLEU/s320/fde7d7fda9248072d77d1b8e750b90b7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You know what it means?&lt;br /&gt;You have an address ,&lt;br /&gt;Yet no addresse to adress&lt;br /&gt;You remain as no one amid them.&lt;br /&gt;You retain nothing, not even your likes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;... .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Heck of advice hang about,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Lot of complaints roam around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Conditions surround and chaos is for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Dont ask for any help. better dont be- i assure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As that is a sin, a ruthless offense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;That is what i think-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And all holy thing they mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;...... ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;They greet you with silence,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;when you crave to hear some words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;They treat you like futile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When you do die for care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;They tie you head to toe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When your wings desire to soar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;..... ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Keep it on you mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hold fast on your path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You are unseen always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Until you can prove you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;They are here to follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As you are here to lead".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-8700796609974009904?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/8700796609974009904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/02/emotional-orphan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/8700796609974009904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/8700796609974009904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2010/02/emotional-orphan.html' title='An emotional orphan'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S2fr7FL0eqI/AAAAAAAAADA/UCUmpvloLEU/s72-c/fde7d7fda9248072d77d1b8e750b90b7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-2397692182370492066</id><published>2010-02-02T11:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-12T22:34:08.445+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sleep....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S2gFKKWVN0I/AAAAAAAAADY/ejzhATfvUWM/s1600-h/319f86aaacb548286a836b797492d9ea.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433598622557353794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S2gFKKWVN0I/AAAAAAAAADY/ejzhATfvUWM/s320/319f86aaacb548286a836b797492d9ea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; Sleep , my refuge, my resort, my support.&lt;br /&gt;Like a friend you secured my secrets so old,&lt;br /&gt;Like a mom you heard all stories I told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were there when I need you&lt;br /&gt;and you streched out your arms .&lt;br /&gt;You are here with your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;When I need someone to lean on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You sang all those lullabies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;which is only known to fairies.&lt;br /&gt;You whispered all those secrets,&lt;br /&gt;all that dreams can only realize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I was smashed, I yearned, I drowned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You were there in my side as a comrade.&lt;br /&gt;and you secured all my tears.&lt;br /&gt;I kicked, I stabbed , I got wild&lt;br /&gt;To get rid of my fears&lt;br /&gt;You stood for my part.&lt;br /&gt;and you shared all my cares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;Sleep... my dear, do bless&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me on my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Take me on your wings.&lt;br /&gt;Let my soul to sing.&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;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='Sleep....'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S2gFKKWVN0I/AAAAAAAAADY/ejzhATfvUWM/s72-c/319f86aaacb548286a836b797492d9ea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-4704856489793579862</id><published>2009-03-25T08:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-25T13:51:44.187+05:30</updated><title type='text'>9 Tips in Life that Lead to Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/Scnpg07cQ5I/AAAAAAAAACA/qxuhJ22E68I/s1600-h/happiness_by_guessAgain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317037585260626834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/Scnpg07cQ5I/AAAAAAAAACA/qxuhJ22E68I/s320/happiness_by_guessAgain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you truly happy? Do you even know what it means to be happy and what it takes to achieve happiness? These are important questions foranyone who is seeking happiness to ask themselves. I live my life to maintain my own happiness while trying my best to not cause unhappiness to anyone else. If you want to be happy you need to understand that you can be happy and that you should be happy. Many people make the mistake of believing that they don't deserve happiness and accept their unhappy state as their destiny. The truth of the matter is that happiness, like anything else in life, needs to benurtured. The following are a few tips that I follow to create happiness in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand what it is that will make you happy. Everyone has unique requirements for attaining happiness and what makes one person happy may be very different from what makes someone else happy. Revel in your individuality and do not worry about whether or not your desires are comparable to those of your peers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a plan for attaining goals that you believe will make you happy.Your mood will very likely increase as your pursue your goal because you will feel better about yourself for going after something you value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surround yourself with happy people. It is easy to begin to think negatively when you are surrounded by people who think that way.Conversely, if you are around people who are happy their emotional state will be infectious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something goes wrong try to figure out a solution instead of wallowing in self pity. Truly happy people don't allow set backs to affect their mood because they know that with a little thought they can turn the circumstances back to their favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend a few minutes each day thinking about the things that make you happy. These few minutes will give you the opportunity to focus on the positive things in your life and will lead you to continued happiness.It's also important to take some time each day to do something nice for yourself. Whether you treat yourself to lunch, take a long,relaxing bath or simply spend a few extra minutes on your appearanceyou will be subconsciously putting yourself in a better mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding the humor in situations can also lead to happiness. While there are times that require you to be serious, when it is appropriate, find a way to make light of a situation that would otherwise make you unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maintaining your health is another way to achieve happiness. Being overweight or not eating nutritious foods can have a negative effect on your mood. Additionally, exercise has been known to release endorphins that give you a feeling of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it is important to understand that you deserve happiness.Those who believe that they are not worthy of happiness may subconsciously sabotage their efforts to achieve happiness. If necessary, tell yourself each day that you deserve to be happy and remind yourself what steps you will take to achieve the happiness you desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is hard to define but most people are aware of whether they are happy or not. Many people believe that happiness is a form of luck and that some people are destined to be happy while others are destined to be unhappy. I try to incorporate the tips above into my life and have had great success in achieving happiness. The tips in this article are small but meaningful steps that you can take each day to lead you to true happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-4704856489793579862?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/4704856489793579862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-you-know-how-to-really-forgive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/4704856489793579862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/4704856489793579862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-you-know-how-to-really-forgive.html' title='9 Tips in Life that Lead to Happiness'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/Scnpg07cQ5I/AAAAAAAAACA/qxuhJ22E68I/s72-c/happiness_by_guessAgain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-1500766832512804930</id><published>2009-03-24T06:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-25T13:58:01.395+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Do You Know How To Really Forgive Someone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/ScnrAZTKjTI/AAAAAAAAACI/dacix1daxRg/s1600-h/Forgiveness____by_sisterjameela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317039227111378226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/ScnrAZTKjTI/AAAAAAAAACI/dacix1daxRg/s320/Forgiveness____by_sisterjameela.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Problem with Not Forgiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people have at least one person in their life that they harbor anger against for some reason or another. For some the anger is due to a serious hurt, whether physical or emotional, such as assault or abuse. For others the anger stems from less important issues, but the anger is just as real and just as debilitating. For instance the resentment that can build up in a relationship over many years over many small and large differences. For some, maybe it is a co-worker that angers you, they ask too much of you, they sabotage you, or they just annoy you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we hold onto anger? At it's root, it's because we want to hurt that person back. The problem with this strategy is that it doesn't hurt the intended. It only hurts us. Think about it. Can you be happy when you are angry? Have you ever noticed that you have more accident sthe more angry you are? So how do you get rid of this anger? By forgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Problem with Forgiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If forgiving is the answer to releasing your anger, why don't we do it? Well, because forgiving someone is hard! Another reason is that we don't know how to do it properly. And then there is the fear that by forgiving someone we are inviting them to hurt us again or that we are saying what they did was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to Really Forgive Someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Examine Your Anger - Take some time to understand your anger. It's easy to say, "Well I just hate that person" or "That person drives me crazy." For some the reason for the anger is very clear as in the case of assault, for instance. But other times, the root of our anger is not so clear. Why does this person "bug you?" Why do you get angry at your boss? Why do you flip out when your spouse parks the car "the wrong way." The reason it is important to understand your anger is that if you identify clearly what the root is, then you can go about finding a possible solution. This doesn't work in all cases. But try this first anyway. Then ask yourself what can YOU do to make the situation better? If it's about trying to change a person, the only way to really impact a person is to love them, praise them and continually discover and focus on the good in that person. This takestime, but try it!! It really works. If it's an intolerable situation and you can't ignore it, find a way to not be around this person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) "Thank You for This Experience." Have you ever noticed how good can spring up from bad experiences? Just like after a forest fire the first thing you see is lots of little green plants starting to grow.What did you learn about your inner strength from your negativeexperience? What did you learn about yourself that has made you a stronger person? This doesn't make wrongs against you right. But it puts you back in the position of power, not victimhood. Remember, you have survived. Build on that! And little by little explore where you see small bits of green sprouting up in your life. Focus on that, have gratitude for that good, and you will be in the process of forgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Relationship Resentment -Let it Go: Advice from the book "FollowYour Heart" by Andrew Matthews (one of my favorite books) is brilliant. In his book he talks about how we make up rules for how others should behave. If they don't behave that way, we make them"guilty" and we hold a grudge. But does it change the situation? No.All it does it "ruin our lives!" He uses humor to make a good point,"When a seagull craps on your head, do you resent the seagull?" Do you resent the weather when it rains? So why resent people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the "guilty party" got wrong, it is history. The question is,"Do you want your life to work or don't you." And he also takes on the hard situations too. For instance, he a friend who found forgiveness after having his 3 teenage daughters murdered. It wasn't easy, but in the end he realized that only he had control over how he moved forward with his life. He didn't want his life to be miserable so he "let goof anger" for his "own sake and his own survival."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Meditate on Compassion: Imagine your antagonist as a baby. What has been their life? Why do they act in ways that hurt you or others? If you can find a small place of compassion, of understanding, then perhaps in seeing them as a victim of their circumstances, you may find a place of peace about what happened. Buddhism says: "for the victimizer is, truly, the most unfortunate of all."Â Buddhism urges us to focus on loving-kindness, compassion, sympathetic joy, and equanimity as "a means for avoiding resentment in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Dalia Lama lives a life of forgiveness in action. The book, "The Wisdom of Forgiveness" gives an account his life in this regard. Again this doesn't make crimes committed right. This doesn't mean that you should necessarily befriend a person who hurt you or that you shouldtake your guard down in protecting yourself from a dangerous person.But if you can find a place where you can wish for their healing, you will find your own healing. If this doesn't work, move onto #5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Turn it over to God: Put your trust in God that God will take careof this situation in the long run. God will provide you strength. Godwill bring justice in the end. And hopefully God will heal theoffender too. Take comfort in God's love for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) If you don't believe in God, then at least know that in science all things eventually come to equilibrium. And so, turn it over to the universe. Turn it over to your friends' and family's love for you.Allow yourself to be comforted and strengthened by their love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Write it Down. Take all these suggestions and journal about your feelings and then write down the answers to the questions: How will I forgive? What will I gain by forgiving? What is the good in all this?What have I learned? How will my life be better by forgiving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Have You Got to Lose? - Only Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you holding resentment against? Who are you angry at? Who do you hate? Do you want release from this heavy yoke around your heart?Do you want peace and happiness? Try forgiveness… for your sake. Take it slow. It is a process. Over time you can watch your anger melt. TheDalai Lama is said to have the heart health of a 20 year old according to his doctors. Why is that? Perhaps it just might be that he holds no anger. Imagine what it could do for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please share your comments, experiences, and tips on Forgiveness! All comments big and small are very welcomed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-1500766832512804930?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/1500766832512804930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-you-know-how-to-really-forgive_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/1500766832512804930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/1500766832512804930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-you-know-how-to-really-forgive_23.html' title='Do You Know How To Really Forgive Someone?'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/ScnrAZTKjTI/AAAAAAAAACI/dacix1daxRg/s72-c/Forgiveness____by_sisterjameela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-1375118092452988098</id><published>2009-03-18T05:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-26T14:45:16.199+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Candle Of your Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/Sa-tsiiq5AI/AAAAAAAAAAg/csY4aB9DWUI/s1600-h/candle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309653466391176194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/Sa-tsiiq5AI/AAAAAAAAAAg/csY4aB9DWUI/s320/candle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/Sa-sUyNbIAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3Gl7jcwFcW0/s1600-h/candle.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Plunged into depths of deepest despair&lt;br /&gt;Into darkness that seems endless and long&lt;br /&gt;You reach out your hand and hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;Needing my light to guide you along&lt;br /&gt;I give you the brightness of my light&lt;br /&gt;To drive away all your darkest fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for every ray of light that i give&lt;br /&gt;I melts away in molten tears&lt;br /&gt;When the cloud of despair is lifted away&lt;br /&gt;When light prevails and darkness is gone&lt;br /&gt;Am blown out and thrown aside&lt;br /&gt;After all my need for the moment is done&lt;br /&gt;And there I lie lost and banished&lt;br /&gt;Neglected and ignored in your busy life&lt;br /&gt;Untill the darkness descends once again&lt;br /&gt;And you need once more this Candle of your Life&lt;br /&gt;[courtesy-To that Red little Candle which shared its life in that lonely dark hours with me]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-1375118092452988098?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/1375118092452988098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2008/11/candle-of-your-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/1375118092452988098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/1375118092452988098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2008/11/candle-of-your-life.html' title='Candle Of your Life'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/Sa-tsiiq5AI/AAAAAAAAAAg/csY4aB9DWUI/s72-c/candle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-117557341228798989</id><published>2009-03-18T04:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-25T17:22:17.269+05:30</updated><title type='text'>6 Ways to Cope with Abusive Boss and Irritating Co-Workers</title><content type='html'>Difficult people are a fact of life. At home you can avoid them by surrounding yourself with agreeable people, but in the work place most of us don't have that luxury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While your natural tendency may be to avoid them at all costs, it's better to deal with them in a thoughtful manner. This is crucial to your career. If you develop the ability to work with anyone and handle the tough nuts, you'll be the natural choice for promotions and leadership positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following are some suggestions for resolving potentially awkwardwork situations. Just remember, if we can learn to effectively deal with difficult people our work life will become much less stressful and far more enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self Confidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our lives are made difficult by unsympathetic and dominating people we can quickly lose our self-confidence. To avoid this it is important not to value the opinions of negative people. If we can maintain a self confidence and self belief then it will be easy to ignore the criticisms of difficult work colleagues. Self confidence will not be built by heavily criticizing the difficult person. Selfconfidence comes through remembering our own positive qualities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should You Find a New Job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the people we work with are so awkward that we want to move and get another job. This is a difficult choice. The first thing to remember is that if we move jobs, there is a high chance we will meet similar problems, just with a different set of people. If we keep moving jobs with the hope of finding an office full of saints, we will be continually on the move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing is to try and deal with the situation; we need to be detached from the awkward person as much as possible. However, if we have really tried everything possible and work is still making us miserable, then is it worth considering a new job. We spend so much of our waking time in our job that we can't allow unpleasant people to spoil it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dealing with a Dominating Boss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people enjoy bossing others around; maybe they have their own insecurities and so they try to take it out on their work colleagues.If you have a dominating boss there are no easy solutions. One solution is to give in on little things and consider them as insignificant. If they insist on small issues are done in a certainway then just comply. Generally, it is not worth arguing about thebest place to store the stapler - save your energy for more important issues. Don't feel bad about having to follow these small instructions, even if you don't agree with them. Just see it as partof your job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, whilst it is good to give in on small things, there are certain issues where we cannot allow ourselves to be pushed around. Ifyour boss is encouraging you to be unpleasant to others, lie or perform deceptive actions, then you should not feel compelled to follow. If you feel inwardly awkward about something then avoid doing it. If you start to follow all the whims of your boss, they will in variably seek to exploit your willingness and only ask you to domore awkward tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are asked to do something you feel is wrong, you should also try seek the support of other members of staff and someone more seniorin the company. In these situations it is not helpful to suffer in silence; a good company should have a support procedure for this kind of eventuality. If your company has no support structure in procedure,consider looking for help from independent bodies who can offer advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoiding Arguments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difficult people are usually even more troublesome when you get into arguments. If you are asked to do something you disagree with, it might be appropriate to maintain a silence and just avoid doing it. If your boss encourages you to do the wrong thing, don't feel obliged to tell him why he is wrong. Dominating people dislike being told they are wrong; in response they will just be defensive and more aggressive.Instead, just continue to do the right thing. For example, if you are encouraged to speak badly of other colleagues just refuse to do it;make a point of picking out some positive qualities of that person.&lt;br /&gt;In these circumstances actions speak louder than words. Rather than arguing directly with our boss, we just don't follow their bad advice.This means we can avoid doing the wrong thing without having to tellour boss why they are mistaken. This may not help in every circumstance but it is often worth trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dealing With Constant Criticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people seem to have an eye for picking up on people's faults. No mistake, no matter how small, seems to escape their attention. They even seem to get a certain sense of satisfaction from pointing it out.These kind of people are not much fun to work with, but we shouldn't let them make our work an unpleasant experience.Firstly, don't take all their criticisms to heart. If our presentation has a few errors, it doesn't mean we are a bad person. If someone is pointing out all our mistakes, remember all the good things you have done; critical people are often blind to the positive contributions people can make. Don't respond in kind. If we respond to criticism by&lt;br /&gt;finding similar faults in the other person there will be no end to the negativity. Either just ignore it or try to find some good things thatother people have done. Just smile and remember how insignificant their complaints are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave Work at Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about working with difficult people is that at least at the end of the day, you can forget all about your work. But, make sure you do completely switch off from work, and avoid thinking about work problems in the evening and at the weekends. Develop a social life that doesn't involve just meeting work colleagues. It is good to make a clean break where there is no chance of the conversation being dominated by boring work stuff.If you find yourself worrying about awkward people away from work, itis a sign that they are having an unhealthy impact on your life. If this is the case, you need to feel greater detachment. Just try not to think about them, tell yourself that whatever problem exists can wait until the next workday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not easy to offer advice about how to deal with difficult people. Every case is different. Whilst maintaining silence may be appropriate in one case, in another circumstance it may be better to seek the help of other people. There is no simple formula for dealing with difficult people. However, certain principles can make your life easier.The most important thing is to learn how to detach yourself from the problems at work. This means we don't allow awkward people to dominate our lives. The most effective way to do this is be careful what we think about. We need to ignore their complaints and criticisms anddevelop our self confidence. If we can develop self confidence then it will be much easier to deal with whatever situation we are facing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-117557341228798989?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/117557341228798989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2009/03/6-ways-to-cope-with-abusive-boss-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/117557341228798989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/117557341228798989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2009/03/6-ways-to-cope-with-abusive-boss-and.html' title='6 Ways to Cope with Abusive Boss and Irritating Co-Workers'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-746088457909182960</id><published>2009-03-17T03:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-25T14:01:39.813+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Willing is not enough, You must do.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/Scnr2hTc1jI/AAAAAAAAACQ/3-nFLEMwIJ8/s1600-h/Moon_by_sakuraccs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317040156972996146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/Scnr2hTc1jI/AAAAAAAAACQ/3-nFLEMwIJ8/s320/Moon_by_sakuraccs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you'll land among the stars."- Les Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of having a mental 'to do' list, a handful of good intentions or some vague desire to make changes, connect your plans for self improvement by focusing on specific goals. Goal setting helps you make better decisions, ensures you achieve your short- and long-term objectives, and allows you to measure your accomplishments.&lt;br /&gt;But goal achievement, especially when it comes to self improvement,can be a mystery. Most of us have no trouble with the first step —setting a goal is the easy part — it's those other steps that can be apuzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you CAN turn achieving your goals into a science with the right strategies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. DO be specific.&lt;br /&gt;DON'T deal in absolutes.Avoid the words 'some' and 'more', as in "I will get SOME exercise" or"I will eat MORE veggies and fruits." Deal in measurable things that you have control over. And never say 'never' or 'always.' All or nothing is a common attitude that leads people back to bad habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. DO create a plan.&lt;br /&gt;DON'T wait for "someday" to roll around.Setting the goal is just the first step. Know where you're going, what resources you'll need, who can help and — above all — what Plan B is when life throws a monkey wrench into Plan A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. DO write it down.&lt;br /&gt;DON'T forget to give yourself a deadline.Deadlines turn wishes into goals, they generate the motivation necessary for you to get yourself to take action. The act of writing down your goal is powerful enough to keep you committed and focused.Better yet, find a visual that represents your goal or how your lifewill be different. Seeing it makes it seem more possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. DO start small. DON'T focus on too many things at once.&lt;br /&gt;Start very small, get the habit of starting handled, then build. Use a small goal that you know you can do each day for the next two weeks,like getting up without the snooze or drinking eight cups of water.Build that first habit to boost your confidence and pick up speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. DO leave room for failure. DON'T expect perfection.&lt;br /&gt;Persistence is key. Accept the fact that you might not make it on the first try. In a recent study, only 40 percent of people who successfully followed New Year's resolutions did it on the first try;17 percent of resolution achievers took six or more tries before they got it right — but they did get it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. DO track your progress. DON'T fool yourself into failure.&lt;br /&gt;Tracking provides valuable feedback and indications of areas that may need to be addressed or adjusted. Memory can be pretty selective. It conveniently forgets that extra brownie while remembering activity that never happened. The only way to know for sure is to track goals regularly with a checklist or journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. DO reward your success. DON'T beat yourself up over failure.&lt;br /&gt;This is the step that trips up most individuals. Negative reinforcement is all around us, telling us every day what we're doing wrong. This is not the approach to take to succeed with your goals.Why not focus on what you're doing right instead? If you take a stepback, learn from it and take two steps forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. DO find a support system. DON'T try to do it alone.&lt;br /&gt;Whether the goals you want to achieve are personal goals, business goals, or a combination of both, a goal buddy can be your key to goalsetting success. People that can help are all around you — on the forums, at work, even in your own family. Just add one person to your support group, and you double your motivation, double your energy,double your commitment — and double your FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Measure your progress on a regular basis. Do a review of where you are and how far you've come every three months. Think of it as doing a quarterly performance review. One of the reasons resolutions and planscrumble in the face of day-to-day responsibilities is a lack of focus.Tie everything you do into your overall goal and you can achieve amazing results&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-746088457909182960?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/746088457909182960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2009/03/willing-is-not-enough-you-must-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/746088457909182960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/746088457909182960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2009/03/willing-is-not-enough-you-must-do.html' title='Willing is not enough, You must do.....'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/Scnr2hTc1jI/AAAAAAAAACQ/3-nFLEMwIJ8/s72-c/Moon_by_sakuraccs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-1129652245499138073</id><published>2009-03-13T20:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-26T14:44:01.817+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/Sa-yidAe0JI/AAAAAAAAAA4/mzZ6kNDdn60/s1600-h/memories_by_Santina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309658790665048210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 381px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/Sa-yidAe0JI/AAAAAAAAAA4/mzZ6kNDdn60/s400/memories_by_Santina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My footsteps let to the attic floor&lt;br /&gt;I felt the creaking staircase sway&lt;br /&gt;Slowly and softly i climbed them up&lt;br /&gt;Clearing the cobwebs away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door sung back with ease and quiet,&lt;br /&gt;The room lay dark and seemed at rest;&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in the past,it lovingly held&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful memories clutched to its breast.&lt;br /&gt;The dull glow from my candle flame&lt;br /&gt;Pick out shapes hauntingly old;&lt;br /&gt;The years just rolled away from me&lt;br /&gt;Each shape its foregotten stories told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The framed photograph fallen on the floor&lt;br /&gt;With unseen hand beckoned me near;&lt;br /&gt;I cleared away the dust of fears&lt;br /&gt;And gazed once more at those faces dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those blurred images sprung into my life&lt;br /&gt;The present gone,I was back in the past ;&lt;br /&gt;My remembering eyes clouded over,&lt;br /&gt;Reliving the moment of love that I lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bundle of dusty letters I found&lt;br /&gt;Held lovingly by a dirty bow;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes caressed the printed words&lt;br /&gt;Written in love those summers ago&lt;br /&gt;The cards that proclaimed tender care&lt;br /&gt;Still held in them petals of flowers,&lt;br /&gt;Those soft fragrance brought back to me&lt;br /&gt;The magic of those stolen hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The broken sea shell,pale and smooth,&lt;br /&gt;One of the relics time has spared;&lt;br /&gt;I kept it to my ear and heard,&lt;br /&gt;Echoes of joyful laughter shared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rusty pen,the sketch so old&lt;br /&gt;Each object brought me joy and pain&lt;br /&gt;Though time went on,for me it stood still,&lt;br /&gt;In a room where the past was here again&lt;br /&gt;I sat among the snatches of memories&lt;br /&gt;Their beauty mirrored in my tears.&lt;br /&gt;In that silent room,echoes of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Were lost in time to human ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-1129652245499138073?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/1129652245499138073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2008/11/memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/1129652245499138073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/1129652245499138073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2008/11/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/Sa-yidAe0JI/AAAAAAAAAA4/mzZ6kNDdn60/s72-c/memories_by_Santina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-3037935811874561646</id><published>2009-03-10T12:05:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-19T00:00:38.255+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I me myself'/><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/Sa-ur6MiqNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rxyZN6VsSdI/s1600-h/Lonely-Girl-386654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309654555072571602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/Sa-ur6MiqNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rxyZN6VsSdI/s320/Lonely-Girl-386654.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alone I stand with no support,&lt;br /&gt;Not even a hand to hold;&lt;br /&gt;My silence speaks of profound pain&lt;br /&gt;And of lonliness untold.&lt;br /&gt;Each ray of sunshine into my life,&lt;br /&gt;Brings a glimmer of hope with it;&lt;br /&gt;But leaves me soon in the lonely dark,&lt;br /&gt;Taking a part of me away with it.&lt;br /&gt;It always takes, but never gives&lt;br /&gt;Is that how it destined to be?&lt;br /&gt;Only silence greets my unspoken thoughts&lt;br /&gt;A silence that speaks volume to me.&lt;br /&gt;My tears dried up by relentless sun,&lt;br /&gt;Or washed away by uncaring rain;&lt;br /&gt;My heart thats full of love and care&lt;br /&gt;Is choked to death by loss and pain&lt;br /&gt;My life devoid of hope and light&lt;br /&gt;Is full of sorrowful shadows cast.&lt;br /&gt;So I stand alone,proud and erect,&lt;br /&gt;Forbidden and forgotten,loved and lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-3037935811874561646?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/3037935811874561646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2008/11/alone-i-stand-with-no-support-not-even.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/3037935811874561646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/3037935811874561646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2008/11/alone-i-stand-with-no-support-not-even.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/Sa-ur6MiqNI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rxyZN6VsSdI/s72-c/Lonely-Girl-386654.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-1344231453133236114</id><published>2009-03-08T05:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-25T17:15:32.935+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How to Resolve Conflicts in Your Relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/ScoZN6se9WI/AAAAAAAAACY/YDLAz0Z4Eqc/s1600-h/Harmony_by_crazy_artist34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317090036949120354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/ScoZN6se9WI/AAAAAAAAACY/YDLAz0Z4Eqc/s320/Harmony_by_crazy_artist34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every relationship in our life - friendships, family, romantic and professional - can potentially be destroyed by conflict. The solution is not to ignore the conflict or keep moving around hoping to find a set of perfect people. We need to deal with the problems we currently face, otherwise they will just reappear elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;To a large extent, the only thing we can change in relationships is ourself and our own attitude. We can't expect to change other people,but we can learn to deal with relationships in a way that promotes harmony and diffuses conflict. Resolving conflicts in relationships is one of the most important life skills we can develop and it is something we need to value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the Issue From the Other Person's Perspective.&lt;br /&gt;If we have a difficult issue, it is important to see the problem from the other person's perspective. This does not mean we have to agree with their viewpoint; it means we try to see the issue from a different perspective. This empathy can at least help us to understand where they are coming from, and why they have their particular mindset. If we can do this we may wish to moderate our stance because we understand why they are acting in a certain way. If we only look at things from our perspective, conflict will be much more likely to occur. For example, a parent dealing with difficult children should consider the perspective that children can have at that point in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolerance&lt;br /&gt;A major cause of conflict in relationships is when we expect people to behave in a certain way. The problem with expecting certain behaviour is that we get upset when they fail to live up to our expectations.Even those close to us are not our responsibility; we need to be tolerant of their mistakes and limitations. We have to respect their decisions on how to live their life. This detachment is not indifference; we shall retain concern and goodwill, but there comes apoint where we need to give people the freedom to make their own choices - even if we don't agree with them. This is especially true for parents who have an overbearing expectation of how their children will live their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dealing with Anger&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, if we respond to situations by getting angry we will exacerbate the problem. Anger embodies a feeling of aggression and condemnation which people struggle to deal with it. Invariably it encourages people to respond in a similar way. If we feel angry, the best solution is to avoid talking / arguing at that particular time.We should calm our anger before confronting other people. Any conflict will only be exacerbated by anger. Similarly, if people approach us with anger, we have to respond in a different way - silence is better than getting mad at someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Value Harmony&lt;br /&gt;To a large extent we get what we aspire for. If we really value harmony in our relationships with others, then we will make it happen.If we give greater important to proving ourselves right and our own ego, then there will be a constant feeling of superiority and inferiority which breeds conflict. If we keep reminding ourselves ofthe desirability of harmony we won't allow ourselves to become miserable; we will work hard to think of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oneness&lt;br /&gt;The real secret to maintaining good relationships is generating a feeling of oneness. This means we will feel happy at the success of others; we will sympathize when they experience difficulties; we will endeavour to avoid hurting their feelings. In oneness there is no superiority and inferiority. Without oneness, we are prone to feelings of pride, jealousy and insecurity. If you feel a really genuine sense of oneness with other people, how can you want to hurt them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insecurity and Inner Poise&lt;br /&gt;When we are full of insecurities our relationships become more difficult. The problem is that if we are insecure about ourselves we can become judgemental about other people; to make ourselves feel better we will start criticizing others. We may not be conscious of this, but it does happen. When we are peace with ourselves, good relationships will be natural. When we have inner peace and poise, we don't rely on other people to give us security and praise. When we are at peace with ourselves, we tend to have a sympathetic and positive view of the world. Often we want to blame bad relationships on otherpeople; but, actually the only thing we can really do is to work on ourselves. If we develop inner peace and poise our relationships will definitely improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking&lt;br /&gt;When tense situations arise, talking can be the most effective way of moving past the problem. Some things are best left unsaid; it is inadvisable to bring up old conflicts unless absolutely necessary.When talking we should try to converse on positive issues; look for things which we agree on and can work together on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perspective&lt;br /&gt;Don't get upset about little things. In the great cosmic game, most oft he minor personality conflicts are relatively insignificant. If we get mad when someone doesn't do the washing up, how are we going to react when they do something really bad? If you find yourself getting worked up by a series of small things, take a step back and try to evaluate their relative importance. For each minor failing try tot hink of a really good quality of that person. If you are sincere you will feel that this good quality is far more important than the minor indiscretion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raising Problems&lt;br /&gt;Although we don't want to bring up old scores, sometimes it is important to make another person aware of the problems they are creating. If we feel someone else is constantly doing something wrong,we need to make them aware of their behaviour in a non confrontational way. Often people just aren't aware of the problems they are creating and may actually appreciate being made aware of the problem. The best approach is to try and make them aware of how their actions cause painto others; but, we need to try and do it in a way that doesn't make them feel excessively guilty. Give them room and encouragement to make the necessary change.No conflict is intractable. If we are willing to change our attitudewe can develop harmony even with difficult people. It is always important to be positive and forget the past. If we can develop harmony in our relationships, it will definitely make a big difference to our life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-1344231453133236114?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/1344231453133236114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-to-resolve-conflicts-in-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/1344231453133236114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/1344231453133236114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-to-resolve-conflicts-in-your.html' title='How to Resolve Conflicts in Your Relationships'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/ScoZN6se9WI/AAAAAAAAACY/YDLAz0Z4Eqc/s72-c/Harmony_by_crazy_artist34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-146806893257490507</id><published>2009-03-06T06:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-06T16:23:22.337+05:30</updated><title type='text'>what not to do in conversation?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/SbEAP6FkNRI/AAAAAAAAABo/oTT54tAnb0Y/s1600-h/A_Conversation_by_WithinEye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310025708937164050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/SbEAP6FkNRI/AAAAAAAAABo/oTT54tAnb0Y/s400/A_Conversation_by_WithinEye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes we find ourselves in unpleasant situations because we've said something wrong or just in a wrong manner. Although the art of conversation looks quite simple, there are many rules to follow in order not to create a bad impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You shouldn't be the only one to talk even if you are the greatest story-teller ever. Even if you've been to the North Pole and you've seen polar bears and whales that doesn't mean that you should talk the entire evening. Avoid using "I" in everything you say because the others will think you are egocentric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Avoid repeating the same idea even if it's brilliant, don't jump to a conclusion after every statement you hear from the others and don't talk in general about people after just hearing one case. All these would only lead to one result:&lt;br /&gt;-if you are the host, your guests will start finding excuses: theyhave children at home, a project to finish…&lt;br /&gt;-if you are a guest the others will avoid you and you will findyourself in an uncomfortable position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you are not sure about the meaning of a word try not to use it just to impress. It's not a shame to use a dictionary when necessary and this way you won't make a fool out of yourself. Many times people discuss about personalities or about the international situation. If you don't know how to pronounce a name you should ask because no one was born to know it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Even if you are right about something, not only once but a million times, let the other person finish and then tell your opinion about the subject. Express your opinions calmly and try not to be ironic and violent in order not to spoil everyone's evening. Try to be respectful, especially in what involves the elderly. By being calm the others will be more interested in what you are saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When talking to someone try to look him or her in the eye so or else that person will think you are not sincere or that you are just not interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When supporting an idea try to use rational arguments; don't approve an idea you are not sure of and don't contradict everything just to be original. You won't attract the others' attention in a pleasant way.If the "opponent" has had more arguments than you and proved to know more about the subject don't leave looking offended or upset. Smile and put an end to the discussion in a polite way or even more let yourself convinced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When meeting someone new, talk about yourself but seize the right moment to let the other person speak too. Don't ask too personal questions especially questions that could affect the one you are talking to such as "So how come that you divorced after only a year?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few rules but in fact there are many more to follow.What is the most important is to think about how the others feel and to respect them. And there is always something to learn in order to be successful, and this depends greatly on your ability to interact with other people; being able to carry a conversation is important for everybody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-146806893257490507?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/146806893257490507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2008/03/taking-chances-to-be-or-not-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/146806893257490507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/146806893257490507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2008/03/taking-chances-to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title='what not to do in conversation?'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/SbEAP6FkNRI/AAAAAAAAABo/oTT54tAnb0Y/s72-c/A_Conversation_by_WithinEye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-55980605800060610</id><published>2009-03-05T12:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-26T14:46:44.172+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/Sa-xkgBM_fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rbTWTo9sC_g/s1600-h/Deadpool_by_marine1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309657726321491442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/Sa-xkgBM_fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rbTWTo9sC_g/s320/Deadpool_by_marine1200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;There is stillness in the air&lt;br /&gt;No chirp,no rustle,no blare&lt;br /&gt;The mind mindlessly reflects back&lt;br /&gt;At what life has and what it lacks&lt;br /&gt;The days just passed by&lt;br /&gt;Like a short breeze,cold but dry&lt;br /&gt;How moments slipped away so fast&lt;br /&gt;Taking away the first and last&lt;br /&gt;How each decision,every move&lt;br /&gt;Decides whether you win or loose&lt;br /&gt;The game of life that is to be placed&lt;br /&gt;Time keeps on moving...memories fade&lt;br /&gt;But the shadow of what had been&lt;br /&gt;Always remain...not unseen&lt;br /&gt;It is in something you can wash away&lt;br /&gt;But accompanies you through your way&lt;br /&gt;The experience of your shadow&lt;br /&gt;Help you make choices as you grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-55980605800060610?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/55980605800060610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2009/03/rock-party-how-to-appear-friendly-and_01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/55980605800060610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/55980605800060610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2009/03/rock-party-how-to-appear-friendly-and_01.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/Sa-xkgBM_fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rbTWTo9sC_g/s72-c/Deadpool_by_marine1200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-6946868660130709803</id><published>2009-03-02T12:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-14T11:00:40.298+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Stress management</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/Sa-0yxhEYVI/AAAAAAAAABA/NHKlSXpaOnQ/s1600-h/The_Stress_by_Destin8x.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309661270071599442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/Sa-0yxhEYVI/AAAAAAAAABA/NHKlSXpaOnQ/s400/The_Stress_by_Destin8x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Stress management is the controlling and reducing of tension that occurs in stressful situations. Everyone copes with stress everyday."I'm SO stressed out!" - It seems like you hear it all the time from nearly every one you know . Most people are unprepared to deal with stressors that trigger feelings that can make us sick. Literally,sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Here are 7 coping skills to stress proof your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;1.Know how to relax - find a quiet place, get comfy make sure your body is well supported. Breath slowly and deeply. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;2. Eat right and exercise often - avoid caffeine and refined sugar,eat dairy products which may improve your mood. Make exercise a part of your daily life-even if it's only taking the stairs instead of the elevator or parking at the far end of the lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;3. Learn it is OK to say 'no'. Often, many of us feel we have to say'yes' to everyone, every time we're asked for help. You can't be all things to all people. You must first meet your own needs before you can truly give others what they need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;4. Take a mini-vacation from stress. If you can find fifteen minutes aday, or one hour a week if daily isn't possible, make a date withyourself. Schedule a walk around the block, lunch in the park, asunrise or sunset alone, a bubble bath without interruptions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;5. Make time for yourself, your number one priority; once your own needs are met you will find you have more time for others. And you may find more pleasure in helping others when you don't feel that you must always put others needs before your own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;6. Go outside and enjoy Mother Nature. A little sunshine and activity can have amazing ramifications on your stress level and will enhance your entire outlook towards life. Your improved attitude will have a positive effect on everyone. Not only will you be less stressed, you will be healthier, happier, and more energetic; ready to face whatever obstacles come your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;7. Have a good sense of humor. Be a resource to yourself. Try something new, learn to play again. Laugh. Laughter releases endorphins, chemicals in the brain that restore calm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;It's how you react to stress that makes all the difference in maintaining your health and well-being. Just like causes of stress differ from person to person, what relieves stress is not the same foreveryone. You'll never completely get rid of stress, but you can learn to manage stress with coping techniques that work for you. I hope that I've given you some great ideas on how you can deal with stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-6946868660130709803?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/6946868660130709803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2009/03/stress-management.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/6946868660130709803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/6946868660130709803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2009/03/stress-management.html' title='Stress management'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/Sa-0yxhEYVI/AAAAAAAAABA/NHKlSXpaOnQ/s72-c/The_Stress_by_Destin8x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-3211995418365207109</id><published>2008-09-09T09:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-06T16:37:29.933+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How to deal with Breakups?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/SbEDZscigwI/AAAAAAAAABw/xH_x7T9_lXo/s1600-h/nj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310029175609000706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/SbEDZscigwI/AAAAAAAAABw/xH_x7T9_lXo/s320/nj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When we start to break down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No ones there to stop the fall, but us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In our mistakes, we start to drown,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Built up walls start to come down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~ M C Rayzer~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Unlike other breakups that seem to be expected or come from nowhere,it can be extremely hard being in a loveless relationship, trying to figure out if you should work on the relationship, or bear the pain of breaking up. Does it seem that whenever there is conflict between you and your partner, that neither of you are able to compromise nor find common ground to work out a happy medium? If you feel like your relationship is coming to an end and the break up seems inevitable,here are a couple of things you can try to salvage it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#1 Stop playing the blame game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is all too common and easy that when relationship problems strike,to blame our partner rather than looking at ourselves for the fault.He is not interested at all anymore in what I have to say. She's always so distant. Would it be too much to ask, for once, if he could just do something nice for me for a change. If she could just stop complaining I might do more things for her etc.By blaming your partner,it will only lead to them being on the defense. First you must love other and accept them for who they are; you should avoid focusing on what they lack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#2 Stop being so clingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Depending on your partner to do everything with you is a very serious habit that should not be developed. When you're too dependent on your partner, it's very common for a break up to occur. It's important to know that you and your partner need time apart, and you don't needt hem to run around on errands with you. It is not healthy to want to be with your partner all the time, it can be advantageous to both yourself and the relationship to find and enjoy hobbies that you can do on your own, outside of the relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#3 How are you communicating with your partner?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In a healthy relationship, communication needs to be priority.Arguments, snide remarks and sarcastic comments are not effective forms of communication between you and your loved one, as these comments can be hurtful and are extremely disrespectful and demeaning to your significant other and may cause other problems. It is extremely inappropriate to speak to friends or colleagues that way, so why do you find it acceptable to address your loved one in thatmanner?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#4. Stop listening to the negatives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Are you always assuming that you know what your partner is thinking or doing? If your partner doesn't cater to your every whim, do you convince yourself that they don't love you? Stop going with your negative beliefs because they are not reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#5 Are you paying attention to your partner?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Are you showing an interest in your partner and what he or she likes?Do they have a fair chance when giving you their side of the argument?A lot of the time, we need to be right and don't listen to what they're saying. The next time you disagree, try using a normal tone ofvoice and listen to your partner's point of view. No one is right all the time, and by not listening carefully you might be missing something important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When the above actions fail and do not make any significant changes in the communication aspect of the relationship, it may be time for something more drastic. Time apart is recommended when a relationshiphas been pushed to its breaking point and both parties involved are suffering. Take this time, clear your head and decide what it is that you really want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-3211995418365207109?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/3211995418365207109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-to-deal-with-breakups.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/3211995418365207109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/3211995418365207109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-to-deal-with-breakups.html' title='How to deal with Breakups?'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/SbEDZscigwI/AAAAAAAAABw/xH_x7T9_lXo/s72-c/nj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-1929521715466898926</id><published>2008-06-08T11:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-06T17:01:24.789+05:30</updated><title type='text'>One day to Defeat your negative feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/SbEJUDtps5I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Avmmp0GWwqU/s1600-h/Endings_and_Beginnings_by_WorldRomance0405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310035675845342098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/SbEJUDtps5I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Avmmp0GWwqU/s320/Endings_and_Beginnings_by_WorldRomance0405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world seems not the same,&lt;br /&gt;Though I know nothing has changed.&lt;br /&gt;It's all my state of mind,&lt;br /&gt;I can't leave it all behind.&lt;br /&gt;Have to stand up to be stronger.&lt;br /&gt;(~Within Temptation~ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't want to see anyone and you would rather be left alone. Your head spins and a million thoughts storm inside your mind. Maybe everyone should just disappear, maybe everyone is incapable of understanding you, maybe they should all stop judging you and may be those neighbours should stop with their music! But maybe a new day is what you need to pass over everything…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00 Wake up- Be at peace with yourself. A disease, the death ofsomeone close, debts, a bad relationship, the others' attitude…one of them or even more would be enough to shake anyone's stability, atleast for a while. Hiding your problem or not acknowledging it will do nothing but to make you sadder, incapable of communicating with the others and with yourself and will affect your self esteem.Whatever your problem is, it's absolutely normal to come across a difficulty, so hating yourself or the others won't bring you absolutely any good. Acknowledging your problem is maybe the most important step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 Preparing for the day ahead. Even if most realize in the end what it is that causes their negative reactions towards the world, they decide either to give up on finding a solution or to do everything on their own. It's easy to turn your back on the entire world and to become isolated just because the situation seems just too tough sometimes. The next step is to realize that mad world offers a great advantage too: nobody is totally alone. In the end, everyone has someone to turn to; and once you've asked for help, some advice orjust a hug you've made the biggest step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13:00 Lunch. Take the phone and dial your friend's number. Maybe the only advantage of a bad situation is that you see who your realfriends are, even though sometimes we feel like we would rather neverknow. Sharing something so intimate for the first time is very difficult, but it helps anyone overcome isolation and rebuilds that person's trust in people. To finally confide after some time is like putting some ice on a twisted ankle: it's unpleasant at first but it proves to be a great relief. So spend some time with a friend or a family member. Sometimes there's no need to speak at all. Specialized help is also a solution. There's nothing shameful in visiting a therapist. Many people do it, in fact and that person was specially trained to offer you guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17:00 The great outdoors. Some can easily get rid of their hate and frustration through physical exercise, long walks and short trips.Physical effort is usually followed by a great feeling of achievement and also by tiredness. This is good because it will help you sleepfaster and much better. Trips, especially in places where nature is still untouched can help someone clear his or her mind and maybe finally reach a decision. Activities such as watching TV for a longtime or playing computer games will do nothing but to keep you away from the others. And maybe both you and them deserve another chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19:00 Dinner- make a plan. If something went wrong it does not mean that you can't give it another chance. Spend as much time as possible in people's company and don't be afraid to speak out or to ask for advice. Make some plans for the future, maybe not to become richer than Bill Gates, but set goals that would make you feel proud when achieving them. Try to get a book you wanted for a long time, raise money to buy something you really wanted, start exercising and eating healthy food, get involved in voluntary work (helping others will have a miraculous effect). Binge eating will not solve your problems, but will add many others to the ones you already have.Direct your energy towards one of these purposes (of course, without exaggerating). You will feel great once you have achieved one of them or you've helped someone as it will show you that there is still enough potential that you can exploit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22:00 Sleep. It's not simple to pass over everything and many times your problems seem not to leave you alone. You have hard time getting any sleep, you are concerned. Whenever you feel like, discuss, try to find a way and don't allow your negative feelings to return. Keep in your mind the fact that there are people who care about you and that they have reasons to do so. Think about the good times, about the things you like, about the people you love. Try to put the good aspects of your life on the first place. Be optimistic: tell to yourself that life has yet a lot more to offer.The day has passed but many others will come. You can either choose to spend them isolated and full of negative feelings or you can break the barrier. So what will the new day bring?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-1929521715466898926?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/1929521715466898926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2008/07/keep-in-touch-wid-love-and-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/1929521715466898926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/1929521715466898926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2008/07/keep-in-touch-wid-love-and-life.html' title='One day to Defeat your negative feelings'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/SbEJUDtps5I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Avmmp0GWwqU/s72-c/Endings_and_Beginnings_by_WorldRomance0405.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125577389655693676.post-1915348528826521334</id><published>2008-03-06T10:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:43:35.946+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why Do We Avoid Doing what we love ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When we create, we come alive; we're making love to life. We use our unique talents, perception and skills and make the intangible tangible. Most of us generally know what we want in life. For every person, the answer to what brings us joy will be unique. For some it's playing guitar or dancing. For others it's writing, hiking, spending time with family, photography, or drawing.&lt;br /&gt;So if we know what makes us feel alive, why do we resist it? Why do we avoid doing what we love to do?&lt;br /&gt;I think there's a number of reasons that can help us explain this elusive phenomenon. Hopefully in discovering the blocks toward pursuing what is dearest to us, we can overcome them.&lt;br /&gt;So why do we resist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. The inability to accept imperfections&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. Do you think that Mona Lisa was Da Vinci's first painting? We think, if it's not perfect, why bother? But when we pursue the creative act, it's crucial that we suspend judgment. After all, you can always cull the fluff and ridiculous later.&lt;br /&gt;What to do instead? Resist your temptation to have everything figured out before you start. Failure is fundamental to the creative process. If you don't fail, you'll never improve. Suspend your judgment and remember that whatever you don't like, you can always take out or re-do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Not respecting the gestation of improvement.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Say you have a passion for dancing. The only problem is, you'd make a blind man cry. Remember that mastery of any art or skill takes time. No one starts out being a natural Michael Jackson. And anyway, look what fame did to him. Are you sure you want that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a poor Napoleon Dynamite to do? Respect the fact that mastering any skill takes time. Instead of thinking about all the things that aren't right, think about what you can do now to improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Not accepting your creative identity&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;All great artists, poets, musicians and creators, excelled by accepting their artistic identity. The truth is, we are all artists. We're creating the story of our life in each moment. We're not just humans living, we're artists shaping a story. Accepting your identity as an artist is accepting your creative nature.&lt;br /&gt;So how can we gain the confidence to accept out creative identity? The biggest block toward your acceptance of your creative nature is probably due to self-judgment. How can you possibly accept that you are a writer when you haven't hit the bestseller list? While external affirmations are important, the approval of your heart is equally important. If you feel in your heart that you are born to be an athlete, but don't have Magic Johnson's skills, that's okay. What matters is that you feel deeply in your heart that is what you want. It makes you come alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;We've turned our passion into work&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anytime you feel that you must do something, you lose inspiration. You lose your sense of excitement. In our society and in general, we have a clearly separate work and play. "Work hard, play hard!" is a common motto people tell others to make them feel a little better about their drudgery. We don't have to dread work, it's a choice. That's the problem when our passion has also become our work. We tend to think it's our passion has become something we must do. There's no fun in that.&lt;br /&gt;What can we do to re-ignite our passion? We need to get our heart back in it. Spend 15 minutes just visualizing what you want to create. Think about how it makes you feel. How does it make your body feel? What excites you about it? Think about all the reasons you wanted to do it in the first place. If you feel the urge to start working on it, hold yourself back until the 15 minutes are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This a great tool for realigning yourself and remember the reason you started in the first place. Sometimes our mind tends to overpower the heart. It's our logical faculty after all right? Using this exercise helps us re-align ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lost in Space&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, we're often the most productive when what we're doing has absolutely no purpose. We come alive when we've lost track of time, doing what we love.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps its not our weakness, but our greatness that we fear the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4125577389655693676-1915348528826521334?l=thotsdistilled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/feeds/1915348528826521334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-do-we-avoid-doing-what-we-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/1915348528826521334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4125577389655693676/posts/default/1915348528826521334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsdistilled.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-do-we-avoid-doing-what-we-love.html' title='Why Do We Avoid Doing what we love ?'/><author><name>Gaya3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115255100779044541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U-UC_zJ5_Ik/S3a3P83vjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t4mNv6E77wQ/S220/my+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
