<?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-11948144</id><updated>2011-06-07T00:49:00.984+01:00</updated><title type='text'>andhera</title><subtitle type='html'>Before you criticize someone, walk a mile in their shoes. That way, you'll be a mile from them, and you'll have their shoes.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andhera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741901646355243453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948144.post-114855380060146525</id><published>2006-05-25T11:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T11:43:20.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>World is Mine</title><content type='html'>I believe in the wonder,&lt;br /&gt;I believe this new life took in,&lt;br /&gt;Like a God that I'm under,&lt;br /&gt;There's drugs running through my veins,&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the wonder,&lt;br /&gt;I believe I can touch the flame,&lt;br /&gt;There's a spell that I'm under,&lt;br /&gt;Got to fly, I don't feel no shame,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is mine,&lt;br /&gt;The world is mine,&lt;br /&gt;The world is mine,&lt;br /&gt;The world is mine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look what you've started,&lt;br /&gt;In the world flashing from your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And you know that you've got it,&lt;br /&gt;From the thunder you feel inside,&lt;br /&gt;I believe in a feeling,&lt;br /&gt;Of the pain that you left to die,&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the livin'&lt;br /&gt;In life that you give to try,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is mine,&lt;br /&gt;The world is mine,&lt;br /&gt;The world is mine,&lt;br /&gt;The world is mine,&lt;br /&gt;The world is mine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my fear to what appears,&lt;br /&gt;I do my best,&lt;br /&gt;The world is mine,&lt;br /&gt;You take the price and realise,&lt;br /&gt;That's in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The world is mine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11948144-114855380060146525?l=andhera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/feeds/114855380060146525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11948144&amp;postID=114855380060146525' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/114855380060146525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/114855380060146525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/2006/05/world-is-mine.html' title='World is Mine'/><author><name>Andhera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741901646355243453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948144.post-114379282795206408</id><published>2006-03-31T09:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T09:13:47.970+01:00</updated><title type='text'>To all of my crackpot friends....</title><content type='html'>Someone e-mailed me this, so I will just paste is as it is! It's a nice read........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck. One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream. "I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house." The old woman smiled, "Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them." "For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house." Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You've just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of my crackpot friends, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers..... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11948144-114379282795206408?l=andhera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/feeds/114379282795206408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11948144&amp;postID=114379282795206408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/114379282795206408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/114379282795206408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-all-of-my-crackpot-friends.html' title='To all of my crackpot friends....'/><author><name>Andhera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741901646355243453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948144.post-114154953344063521</id><published>2006-03-05T09:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-05T09:05:33.476Z</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jiss aasray keh liye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rooh tarapti thee jiss kee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jiss shama ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jala na sakee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Woh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ANDEHRA&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hoon mein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11948144-114154953344063521?l=andhera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/feeds/114154953344063521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11948144&amp;postID=114154953344063521' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/114154953344063521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/114154953344063521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/2006/03/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm'/><author><name>Andhera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741901646355243453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948144.post-114016355494167182</id><published>2006-02-17T08:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-17T08:05:54.983Z</updated><title type='text'>I Wish</title><content type='html'>I wish to give, to take, to make, to check, I wanna see it happen.&lt;br /&gt;I want to see, to be, the one that plays the game without no fears and regrets.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know you, better than I know myself.&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel the end, and enjoy the consequence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing the game,&lt;br /&gt;the one that will take me to my end.&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for the rain,&lt;br /&gt;to wash who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to move, to loose, to take the grooves, and to give it all back.&lt;br /&gt;I want to take the time rewind, and to kick it right from the start,&lt;br /&gt;to be unknown and all alone, lose the kind that are behind,&lt;br /&gt;to start a new play by myself and to give the best I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing the game,&lt;br /&gt;the one that will take me to my end.&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for the rain,&lt;br /&gt;to wash who I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11948144-114016355494167182?l=andhera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/feeds/114016355494167182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11948144&amp;postID=114016355494167182' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/114016355494167182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/114016355494167182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-wish.html' title='I Wish'/><author><name>Andhera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741901646355243453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948144.post-113999600140125783</id><published>2006-02-15T09:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-15T09:38:04.983Z</updated><title type='text'>Are you there by Anathema</title><content type='html'>are you there?&lt;br /&gt;Is it wonderful to know&lt;br /&gt;all the ghosts&lt;br /&gt;all the ghosts&lt;br /&gt;freak my selfish out&lt;br /&gt;my mind is happy&lt;br /&gt;need to learn to let it go&lt;br /&gt;I know you'd do no harm to me&lt;br /&gt;but since you've been gone I've been lost inside&lt;br /&gt;tried and failed as we walked by the riverside&lt;br /&gt;oh I wish you could see the love in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;the best friend that eluded you lost in time&lt;br /&gt;burned alive in the heat of a grieving mind&lt;br /&gt;oh what can I say now?&lt;br /&gt;and it couldn't be more wrong cos there's no one there&lt;br /&gt;unmistekably lost and without a care&lt;br /&gt;oh lost all the love that we could have shared&lt;br /&gt;and it's wearing me down&lt;br /&gt;and it's turning me round&lt;br /&gt;and I can't find a way now to find it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where are you when I need you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you there?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11948144-113999600140125783?l=andhera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/feeds/113999600140125783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11948144&amp;postID=113999600140125783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/113999600140125783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/113999600140125783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/2006/02/are-you-there-by-anathema.html' title='Are you there by Anathema'/><author><name>Andhera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741901646355243453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948144.post-113904656360437820</id><published>2006-02-04T09:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-04T09:49:23.616Z</updated><title type='text'>Instructions for life........</title><content type='html'>I read that it was the responsibilities of parents &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;to pave the road for their children, but to proivide a road map.  Here are some instructions for life................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Compliment three people each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Watch a sunrise at least once a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Overtip breakfast waitresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Look people in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Say "thank you" a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Say "please" alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Live beneath your means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Treat everyone you meet as you want to be treated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Donate two units of blood every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Make new friends but cherish the old ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Keep secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don't waste time learning the "tricks of the trade." Instead, learn the trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Admit your mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Be brave. Even if you're not, pretend to be. No one can tell the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Choose a charity in your community and support it generously with your time and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Use credit card only for convenience, never for credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Never cheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Give yourself a year and read the Quran page to page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Learn to listen. Opportunity sometimes knocks very softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Never deprive someone of hope; it might be all he or she has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pray not for things, but for wisdom and courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Never take action when you're angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Have good posture. Enter a room with purpose and confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don't discuss business in elevators. You never know who might overhear you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Never pay for work before it's completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Be willing to lose a battle in order to win the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don't gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Beware of the person who has nothing to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When facing a difficult task, act as though it is impossible to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don't spread yourself too thin. Learn to say no politey and quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don't expect life to be fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Never underestimate the power of forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Instead of using the word &lt;em&gt;problem&lt;/em&gt;, try substituting the word &lt;em&gt;opportunity&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Never walk out on a quarrel with your wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Regarding furniture and clothes: if you think you'll be using them five years or longer, buy the best you can afford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Be bold and courageous. When you look back on your life, you'll regret the things you didn't do more than the ones you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Forget committees. New, noble, world-changing ideas always come from one person working alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Street musicians are a treasure. Stop for a moment and listen; then leave a small donation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When faced with a serious health problem get at least three medical opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wage war against littering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- After encountering inferior service, food or products, bring it to the attention of the person in charge. Good managers will appreciate knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don't procrastinate. Do what needs doing when it needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Get your priorities straight. No one ever said on his deathbed, "Gee, if I'd only spent more time at the office."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don't be afraid to say "I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don't be afraid to say " I'm sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Make a list of 25 things you want to expericence before you die. Carry it in your wallet and refer to it often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Call you mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11948144-113904656360437820?l=andhera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/feeds/113904656360437820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11948144&amp;postID=113904656360437820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/113904656360437820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/113904656360437820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/2006/02/instructions-for-life.html' title='Instructions for life........'/><author><name>Andhera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741901646355243453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948144.post-113879059055724278</id><published>2006-02-01T10:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-01T10:43:10.583Z</updated><title type='text'>My Heart</title><content type='html'>In the desert&lt;br /&gt;I saw a creature, naked, bestail,&lt;br /&gt;Who,  squatting upon the ground,&lt;br /&gt;Held his heart in his hands,&lt;br /&gt;And ate of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, 'Is it good, friend?&lt;br /&gt;''It is bitter,' he answered;&lt;br /&gt;'But I like it&lt;br /&gt;Because it is bitter&lt;br /&gt;And because it is my heart.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11948144-113879059055724278?l=andhera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/feeds/113879059055724278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11948144&amp;postID=113879059055724278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/113879059055724278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/113879059055724278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-heart.html' title='My Heart'/><author><name>Andhera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741901646355243453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948144.post-113748470453363644</id><published>2006-01-17T07:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-17T08:04:59.063Z</updated><title type='text'>What your parents never told you about being a Mom and Dad!</title><content type='html'>Always tell your children as much of the turth as they can understand, if only to establish the most valuable attribute you have as a parent - your credibility.&lt;br /&gt;If you con your three-year-old into believing that the booster shot won't hurt, why should he or she believe your later claims that marijuana, booze and skipping school will?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11948144-113748470453363644?l=andhera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/feeds/113748470453363644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11948144&amp;postID=113748470453363644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/113748470453363644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/113748470453363644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-your-parents-never-told-you-about.html' title='What your parents never told you about being a Mom and Dad!'/><author><name>Andhera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741901646355243453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948144.post-113718210122665711</id><published>2006-01-13T19:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-13T19:55:01.236Z</updated><title type='text'>Oh yes I would</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2387/984/1600/walkaway.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2387/984/400/walkaway.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11948144-113718210122665711?l=andhera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/feeds/113718210122665711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11948144&amp;postID=113718210122665711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/113718210122665711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/113718210122665711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-yes-i-would.html' title='Oh yes I would'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948144.post-112871659441388112</id><published>2005-10-07T21:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T21:47:02.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't grow old!</title><content type='html'>Many people are afraid of growing old.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of growing old and boring.&lt;br /&gt;Many people are afraid of growing old, alone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of growing old, insane.&lt;br /&gt;Many people are afraid of losing their looks.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of losing my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Many people are afraid of losing their youth.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of losing my soul.&lt;br /&gt;When you're 15, 35 seems ancient.&lt;br /&gt;When you're 35, 15 seems juvenile.&lt;br /&gt;A turnaround in a split second - two decades zoom past and&lt;br /&gt;before you know it, it's only a mile to the next millennium.&lt;br /&gt;Don't fear age,&lt;br /&gt;it's a right of person-hood.&lt;br /&gt;Don't fear death- it's God's greatest jest.&lt;br /&gt;Don't grow old - you don't have to.&lt;br /&gt;Don't date because you're desperate.&lt;br /&gt;Don't marry because you're miserable.&lt;br /&gt;Don't have kids because you think your genes are superior.&lt;br /&gt;Don't separate because you think it's fashionable.&lt;br /&gt;Don't drink because you have troubles.&lt;br /&gt;Don't gamble because you think winning is inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;Don't philander because you think you're irresistible.&lt;br /&gt;Most likely, you're not.&lt;br /&gt;Don't associate with people you can't trust.&lt;br /&gt;Don't cheat.&lt;br /&gt;Don't lie.&lt;br /&gt;Don't pretend.&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to buy your way into the kingdom of God.&lt;br /&gt;Don't dictate because you're smarter.&lt;br /&gt;Don't demand because you're stronger.&lt;br /&gt;Don't sleep around because you think you're old enough and know&lt;br /&gt;better.&lt;br /&gt;Don't hurt your kids because loving them is harder.&lt;br /&gt;Don't sell yourself, your family or your ideals.&lt;br /&gt;Don't stagnate.&lt;br /&gt;Don't regress.&lt;br /&gt;Learn a new skill.&lt;br /&gt;Find a new friend.&lt;br /&gt;Start a new career.&lt;br /&gt;Don't live in the past.&lt;br /&gt;Time can't bring anything or anyone back.&lt;br /&gt;Don't put your life on hold for possibly Mr. Right.&lt;br /&gt;Don't throw you life away on absolutely Mr. Wrong because your&lt;br /&gt;biological clock is ticking and you can't afford to have your&lt;br /&gt;eggs harvested before the new millennium.&lt;br /&gt;There's always a mad rush to something, somewhere - but victory&lt;br /&gt;does not always belong to those who finish first.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, there is no race to be won, only a price to be paid&lt;br /&gt;for some of life's more hasty decisions.&lt;br /&gt;You can't always go with the throng who could be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you have to be alone to be enlightened.&lt;br /&gt;To terminate your loneliness, reach out to the homeless.&lt;br /&gt;To feed your nurturing instincts, care for the needy.&lt;br /&gt;To fulfill your parenting fantasies, get a puppy.&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring another life into this world for all the wrong&lt;br /&gt;reasons.&lt;br /&gt;To keep yourself warm, buy a jacket.&lt;br /&gt;In the long run, it will be less complicated and less costly.&lt;br /&gt;To make yourself happy, pursue your passions and be the best of&lt;br /&gt;what you can be.&lt;br /&gt;Simplify your life.&lt;br /&gt;Take away the clutter.&lt;br /&gt;Get rid of destructive elements - abusive friends, nasty habits&lt;br /&gt;and dangerous liaisons.&lt;br /&gt;Don't abandon your responsibilities, but don't overdose on duty.&lt;br /&gt;Don't live life recklessly without thought and feeling for your&lt;br /&gt;family.&lt;br /&gt;Be true to yourself. Don't commit when you're not ready.&lt;br /&gt;Don't keep others waiting needlessly.&lt;br /&gt;Fall in love - it's the greatest thing on earth.&lt;br /&gt;But take care and remember, after the fall must come the rise.&lt;br /&gt;Go on that trip. Don't postpone it.&lt;br /&gt;Say those words. Don't let the moment pass.&lt;br /&gt;Do what you must even at society's scorn.&lt;br /&gt;Write poetry. Love deeply. Walk barefoot. Hold hands.&lt;br /&gt;Dance with wild abandon. Cry at the movies.&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait for someone to take care of you.&lt;br /&gt;You light up your life.&lt;br /&gt;You drive yourself to your destination.&lt;br /&gt;No one completes you - except you.&lt;br /&gt;It is true that life doesn't get easier with age.&lt;br /&gt;It only gets more challenging.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid.&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose your capacity to love.&lt;br /&gt;Pursue your passions.&lt;br /&gt;Live your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose faith in God.&lt;br /&gt;Don't grow old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just grow up!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11948144-112871659441388112?l=andhera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/feeds/112871659441388112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11948144&amp;postID=112871659441388112' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/112871659441388112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/112871659441388112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/2005/10/dont-grow-old_07.html' title='Don&apos;t grow old!'/><author><name>Andhera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741901646355243453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948144.post-111797916506063367</id><published>2005-06-05T14:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T14:46:05.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion</title><content type='html'>What did I do? Was it a mistake? Was the other one right? Am I just not coming to terms with what I really want? Who knows? All I know is, I'm in this and I'm going to deal with it. No more running away, no more excuses. I've let myself hang and now I wana get down. This used to be so easy, why did I have to make it so hard? All those choices I made, could I have changed them all? Maybe yes, but probably not, I still blame myself.  Will anyone be aware? There are so many things I may have missed. Should I take a minute from my life and  remember everything I've done and everything I've been? Another question hangs in the midair. There is an answer and I know it's out there. Will they miss me when I'm gone? Or will the world  spin on and on? Let the world roll along, I'll catch up later. Time takes it away. Even if you don't want it to. Time takes it away. Time bears it away. And in the end all that is left is darkness. When you step to the ledge of all the light you have left, and you take that first step into the darkness of the unknown, you might believe one of two things will happen.  There will be something solid for you to step upon, or you will learn how to fly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once read somewhere, that every day you should do something that scares you. I'm spending most of my time alone, then with the one I love. What can be more scary? I'm just so tired...... I just wana go home. But it seems so far away and I've yet to take the first step towards it. The pain never seems to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College is ramping up to get hard now. Almost End of term. Yay... I can't wait for the papers to end, plus who knows what else. I hate the end of a semester. Then we have to go back and start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the other decision that I just got to make today. Only one person knows about it and I think I've already made up my mind. I have it so good in that regard, but I still have to hear the details to give it a decent shot. I'm out of my element now, but I'm liking the scary edge I've reached and I think I'm hanging on pretty well. I like the who and the what, but I always think what if?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to studies... &lt;strong&gt;I'm still thinking about you. God only knows what I would be without you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, if God brings you to it, He will bring you through it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11948144-111797916506063367?l=andhera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/feeds/111797916506063367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11948144&amp;postID=111797916506063367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/111797916506063367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/111797916506063367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/2005/06/confusion.html' title='Confusion'/><author><name>Andhera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741901646355243453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948144.post-111797881297937287</id><published>2005-06-05T14:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T14:40:12.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Storm</title><content type='html'>How long have I been in this storm?&lt;br /&gt;So overwhelmed by the ocean's shapeless form&lt;br /&gt;Water's getting harder to tread&lt;br /&gt;With these waves crashing over my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could just see you&lt;br /&gt;Everything would be all right&lt;br /&gt;If I could see you&lt;br /&gt;This darkness would turn to light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will walk on water&lt;br /&gt;And you will catch me if I fall&lt;br /&gt;And I will get lost into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And everything will be all right&lt;br /&gt;And everything will be all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you didn't bring me out here to drown&lt;br /&gt;So why am I ten feet under and upside down&lt;br /&gt;Barely surviving has become my purpose&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm so used to living underneath the surface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will walk on water&lt;br /&gt;And you will catch me if I fall&lt;br /&gt;And I will get lost into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And everything will be all right&lt;br /&gt;And everything will be all right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11948144-111797881297937287?l=andhera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/feeds/111797881297937287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11948144&amp;postID=111797881297937287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/111797881297937287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/111797881297937287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/2005/06/storm.html' title='Storm'/><author><name>Andhera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741901646355243453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948144.post-111618673545348310</id><published>2005-05-15T20:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T20:52:15.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmmm</title><content type='html'>When you step to the ledge of all the light you have left, and you take that first step into the darkness of the unknown, you might believe one of two things will happen. There will be something solid for you to step upon, or you will learn how to fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11948144-111618673545348310?l=andhera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/feeds/111618673545348310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11948144&amp;postID=111618673545348310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/111618673545348310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/111618673545348310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/2005/05/hmmmmm.html' title='hmmmmm'/><author><name>Andhera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741901646355243453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948144.post-111431771935776483</id><published>2005-04-24T05:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T18:16:54.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pass It On</title><content type='html'>Here's a list of things passed on from many bloggers. Copy it and put the things you've done in bold and add another thing at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01. Bought everyone in the pub a drink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Swam with dolphins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03. Climbed a mountain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive&lt;br /&gt;05. Been inside the Great Pyramid&lt;br /&gt;06. Held a tarantula&lt;br /&gt;07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08. Said 'I love you' and meant it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09. Hugged a tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Done a striptease&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Stayed up all night long, and watched the sunrise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Seen the Northern Lights&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;Gone to a huge sports game&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa&lt;br /&gt;18. Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;br /&gt;19. Touched an iceberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Changed a baby's diaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;23. Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Gotten drunk on champagne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Had a food fight (food be much delicious and powerful commodity to waste)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Bet on a winning horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Taken a sick day when you're not ill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Asked out a stranger (ok, an acquaintance, but for all intents and purposes, a stranger)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Had a snowball fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Photocopied your bottom on the office photocopier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Held a lamb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Enacted a favorite fantasy&lt;br /&gt;37. Taken a midnight skinny dip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Taken an ice cold bath/shower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen a total eclipse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. Ridden a roller coaster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. Hit a home run&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Fit three weeks miraculously into three days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Adopted an accent for an entire day&lt;br /&gt;46. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48. Had two hard drives for your computer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Visited all 50 states&lt;br /&gt;50. Loved your job for all accounts&lt;br /&gt;51. Taken care of someone who was shit faced&lt;br /&gt;52. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. Had amazing friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Watched wild whales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;56. Stolen a sign&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Backpacked in Europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58. Taken a road-trip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;60. Lied to foreign government's official in that country to avoid notice&lt;br /&gt;61. Midnight walk on the beach&lt;br /&gt;62. Sky diving&lt;br /&gt;63. Visited Ireland&lt;br /&gt;64. Been heartbroken longer then you were actually in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;65. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger's table and had a meal with them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;67. Bench-pressed your own weight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Milked a cow&lt;br /&gt;69. Alphabetized your records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;70. Pretended to be a superhero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;71. Sung karaoke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;72. Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Posed nude in front of strangers&lt;br /&gt;74. Scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;75. Got it on to "Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;76. Kissed in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78. Played in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Gone to a drive-in theatre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;80. Done something you should regret, but don't regret it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;82. Discovered that someone who's not supposed to know about your blog has discovered your blog&lt;br /&gt;83. Dropped Windows in favor of something better&lt;br /&gt;84. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;85. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;86. Toured ancient sites&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;87. Taken a martial arts class&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Sword fought for the honor of a woman.&lt;br /&gt;89. Played D&amp;D for more than 6 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;90. Gotten married&lt;br /&gt;91. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;92. Crashed a party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;93. Loved someone you shouldn't have&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;94. Kissed someone so passionately it made them dizzy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;96. Had sex at the office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;97. Lied&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. (the real 97) Gone without food for 5 days&lt;br /&gt;98. Made cookies from scratch&lt;br /&gt;99. Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;br /&gt;100. Ridden a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;101. Gotten a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;102. Found that the texture of some materials can turn you on&lt;br /&gt;103. Rafted the Snake River&lt;br /&gt;104. Been on television news programs as an "expert"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;105. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;107. Got so drunk you don't remember anything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;108. Been addicted to some form of illegal drug&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;109. Performed on stage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;110. Been to Las Vegas&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;111. Recorded music&lt;br /&gt;112. Eaten shark&lt;br /&gt;113. Had a one-night-stand&lt;br /&gt;114. Gone to Thailand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;115. Seen Moulin Rouge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;116. Bought a house&lt;br /&gt;117. Been in a combat zone&lt;br /&gt;118. Buried one/both of your parents&lt;br /&gt;120. Been on a cruise ship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;121. Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;122. Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;123. Bounced a check&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;124. Performed in Rocky Horror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;125. Read - and understood - your credit report&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;126. Raised children&lt;br /&gt;127. Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy&lt;br /&gt;128. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour&lt;br /&gt;129. Created and named your own constellation of stars&lt;br /&gt;130. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;131. Found out something significant that your ancestors did&lt;br /&gt;132. Called or written your Congressperson&lt;br /&gt;133. Packed up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;br /&gt;134. ...more than once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;135. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;136. Sang loudly in the car, and didn't stop when you knew someone was looking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;137. Had an abortion, or your female partner did&lt;br /&gt;138. Had plastic surgery&lt;br /&gt;139. Survived an accident that you shouldn't have survived&lt;br /&gt;140. Wrote articles for a large publication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;141. Lost over 100 pounds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;142. Held someone while they were having a flashback&lt;br /&gt;143. Piloted an airplane&lt;br /&gt;144. Petted a stingray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;145. Broken someone's heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;146. Helped an animal give birth&lt;br /&gt;147. Been fired or laid off from a job&lt;br /&gt;148. Won money on a T.V. game show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;149. Broken a bone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;150. Killed a human being&lt;br /&gt;151. Gone on an African photo safari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;152. Ridden a motorcycle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;153. Driven any land vehicle at a speed of 100mph or faster?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;154. Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;155. Fired a rifle, shotgun or pistol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;156. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;157. Ridden a horse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;158. Had major surgery.&lt;br /&gt;159. Had sex on a moving train&lt;br /&gt;160. Had a snake as a pet&lt;br /&gt;161. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;162. Slept through an entire flight: take, landing, during&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;163. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;164. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states&lt;br /&gt;165. Visited all 7 continents&lt;br /&gt;166. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;br /&gt;167. Eaten kangaroo meat&lt;br /&gt;168. Fallen in love at an ancient Mayan burial ground&lt;br /&gt;170. Eaten sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;171. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;172. Had 2 (or more) healthy romantic relationships for over a year in your lifetime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;173. Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;174. Gotten someone fired for his or her actions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;175. Gone back to school (ok, yeah if visiting counts...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;176. Parasailed&lt;br /&gt;177. Changed your name&lt;br /&gt;178. Petted a cockroach&lt;br /&gt;179. Eaten fried green tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;180. Read The Iliad&lt;br /&gt;181. Selected one "important" author whom you missed in school, and read him/ her&lt;br /&gt;182. Dined in a restaurant and stolen silverware, plates, cups because your apartment needed them&lt;br /&gt;183. ...and gotten 86'ed from the restaurant because you did it so many times, they figured out it was you&lt;br /&gt;184. Taught yourself an art from scratch (tried to anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;185. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;186. Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;187. Skipped all your school reunions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;188. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;189. Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;190. Written your own computer language&lt;br /&gt;191. Thought to yourself that you're living your dream&lt;br /&gt;192. Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;br /&gt;193. Built your own PC from parts&lt;br /&gt;194. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn't know you.&lt;br /&gt;195. Had a booth at a street fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;196. Dyed your hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;197: Been a DJ&lt;br /&gt;198: Found out someone was going to dump you via LiveJournal&lt;br /&gt;199: Written your own role playing game&lt;br /&gt;200: Lost your Best Friend for reasons of death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;201: Fallen in love over the internet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;202: Sung in a Barbers' Shop Quartet&lt;br /&gt;203: Eaten a live animal&lt;br /&gt;204: Been able to communicate in a language you barely learnt barely three days earlier. (twaday kinnay bacchay hain? :D :D) (ok, not been able to communicate well, but communicate nonetheless!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;205: Memorized words from all Disney movies like Aladdin, Lionking etc; furthmore, dialogues from Friends, Smallville and Star Trek (main bohat faarigh hoon)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;206: Be able to relate to every song that you ever listen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;207. Had someone close to you hurt you so bad, SO bad... that it just stopped hurting after a while and literally gave way to numbness in the true sense of it's meaning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;208. Left smoking, only because someone you love said so.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11948144-111431771935776483?l=andhera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/feeds/111431771935776483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11948144&amp;postID=111431771935776483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/111431771935776483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/111431771935776483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/2005/04/pass-it-on.html' title='Pass It On'/><author><name>Andhera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741901646355243453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948144.post-111334356028509563</id><published>2005-04-12T23:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T23:06:00.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time ago....</title><content type='html'>I stood with helpless hands and watched me lose your love.&lt;br /&gt;A little more each day, then it was gone.&lt;br /&gt;And I kept wondering just how long until this day would come.&lt;br /&gt;Just how long could your pride keep hangin' on.&lt;br /&gt;So please don't say you're sorry, don't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to say why you must leave, just go!&lt;br /&gt;And today might be the day that you walk away.&lt;br /&gt;But remember you left me a long long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;You left me a long long time ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11948144-111334356028509563?l=andhera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/feeds/111334356028509563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11948144&amp;postID=111334356028509563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/111334356028509563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/111334356028509563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/2005/04/long-time-ago.html' title='Long time ago....'/><author><name>Andhera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741901646355243453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948144.post-111323536352576293</id><published>2005-04-11T17:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T17:02:43.526+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Between you and God!</title><content type='html'>People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered; Forgive them anyway. If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives; Be kind anyway. If you are successful you will win some false friends and true enemies; Succeed anyway. If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you; Be honest and frank anyway. What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight; Build anyway. If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous; Be happy anyway. The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow; Do good anyway. Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough; Give the world the best you've got anyway You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and God; It was never between you and them anyway. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11948144-111323536352576293?l=andhera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/feeds/111323536352576293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11948144&amp;postID=111323536352576293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/111323536352576293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/111323536352576293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/2005/04/between-you-and-god.html' title='Between you and God!'/><author><name>Andhera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741901646355243453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948144.post-111323480783299602</id><published>2005-04-11T16:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T16:53:27.833+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice or Chance</title><content type='html'>When we meet the right person to love, when we're at the right&lt;br /&gt;place at the right time, that's chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you meet someone you're attracted to, that's not a choice.&lt;br /&gt;That's chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being caught up in a moment (and there are a lot of couples who&lt;br /&gt;get together because of this) is not a choice.&lt;br /&gt;That's also a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference is what happens afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;When will you take that infatuation, that crush, that mind-&lt;br /&gt;blowing attraction to the next level?&lt;br /&gt;That's when all sanity goes back, you sit down and contemplate&lt;br /&gt;whether you want to make this into a concrete relationship or&lt;br /&gt;just a fling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you decide to love a person, even with his faults, that's not&lt;br /&gt;a chance.  That's choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you choose to be with a person, no matter what,&lt;br /&gt;that's choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you know there are many people out there who are more&lt;br /&gt;attractive, smarter, and richer than your mate, and yet, you&lt;br /&gt;decide to love your mate just the same, that's choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infatuation, crushes, and attraction come to us by chance.&lt;br /&gt;But true love that lasts is truly a choice.&lt;br /&gt;A choice that we make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding soulmates, there's a beautiful movie quote that I&lt;br /&gt;believe is so true about this: "Fate brings you together,&lt;br /&gt;but it's still up to you to make it happen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that soulmates do exist, that there is truly&lt;br /&gt;someone made for you.  But it's still up to you to make the&lt;br /&gt;choice if you're going to do something about it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may meet our soulmates by chance, but loving and staying with&lt;br /&gt;our soulmate is still a choice we have to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came to the world not by finding someone perfect to love,&lt;br /&gt;BUT to learn how to love an imperfect person perfectly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11948144-111323480783299602?l=andhera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/feeds/111323480783299602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11948144&amp;postID=111323480783299602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/111323480783299602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/111323480783299602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/2005/04/choice-or-chance.html' title='Choice or Chance'/><author><name>Andhera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741901646355243453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948144.post-111323461055709040</id><published>2005-04-11T16:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T16:50:10.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'>BEING TWENTY - SOMETHING </title><content type='html'>  They call it the "Quarter-life Crisis." It is when you &lt;br /&gt;stop going along with the crowd and start realizing &lt;br /&gt;that there are many things about yourself that you &lt;br /&gt;didn't know and may not like. You start feeling &lt;br /&gt;insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or &lt;br /&gt;two, but then get scared because you barely know where &lt;br /&gt;you are now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You start realizing that people are selfish and that, &lt;br /&gt;maybe, those friends that you thought you were so &lt;br /&gt;close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have &lt;br /&gt;ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are &lt;br /&gt;some of the most important ones. What you don't &lt;br /&gt;recognize is that they are realizing that too, and &lt;br /&gt;aren't really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that &lt;br /&gt;they are as confused as you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You look at your job... and it is not even close to &lt;br /&gt;what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are &lt;br /&gt;looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to &lt;br /&gt;start at the bottom and that scares you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what &lt;br /&gt;others are doing and find yourself judging more than &lt;br /&gt;usual because suddenly you realize that you have &lt;br /&gt;certain boundaries in your life and are constantly &lt;br /&gt;adding things to your list of what is acceptable and &lt;br /&gt;what isn't. One minute, you are insecure and then the &lt;br /&gt;next, secure. You laugh and cry with the greatest &lt;br /&gt;force of your life. You feel alone and scared and &lt;br /&gt;confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try &lt;br /&gt;and cling on to the past with dear life, but soon &lt;br /&gt;realize that the past is drifting further and further &lt;br /&gt;away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you &lt;br /&gt;are or move forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you &lt;br /&gt;loved could do such damage to you. Or you lie in bed &lt;br /&gt;and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough &lt;br /&gt;that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love &lt;br /&gt;someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why &lt;br /&gt;you are doing this because you know that you aren't a bad person. &lt;br /&gt;One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap. &lt;br /&gt;Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You go through the same emotions and questions over &lt;br /&gt;and over, and talk with your friends about the same &lt;br /&gt;topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. You &lt;br /&gt;worry about loans, money, the future and making a life &lt;br /&gt;for yourself... and while winning the race would be &lt;br /&gt;great, right now you'd just like to be a contender! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What you may not realize is that everyone reading this &lt;br /&gt;relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of &lt;br /&gt;times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11948144-111323461055709040?l=andhera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/feeds/111323461055709040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11948144&amp;postID=111323461055709040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/111323461055709040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/111323461055709040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/2005/04/being-twenty-something.html' title='BEING TWENTY - SOMETHING '/><author><name>Andhera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741901646355243453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948144.post-111323438554895020</id><published>2005-04-11T16:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T16:46:25.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fade away</title><content type='html'>Life it seems  will fade away&lt;br /&gt;Drifting further everyday&lt;br /&gt;Getting lost within myself&lt;br /&gt;Nothing matters  no one else&lt;br /&gt;I have lost the will to live  Simply nothing more to give&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing more for me&lt;br /&gt;Need the end to set me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things not what they used to be  Missing one inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Deadly loss this cant be real&lt;br /&gt;Cannot stand this hell i feel&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness is filling me  To the point of agony&lt;br /&gt;Growing darkness taking dawn&lt;br /&gt;I was me but now, hes gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one but me can save myself, but its too late&lt;br /&gt;Now i cant think, think why i should even try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday seems as though it never existed&lt;br /&gt;Death greets me warm, now i will just say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11948144-111323438554895020?l=andhera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/feeds/111323438554895020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11948144&amp;postID=111323438554895020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/111323438554895020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/111323438554895020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/2005/04/fade-away.html' title='Fade away'/><author><name>Andhera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741901646355243453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948144.post-111320415043589668</id><published>2005-04-11T08:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T08:22:30.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>To tell you...</title><content type='html'>Come up to meet you &lt;br /&gt;Tell you I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how lovely you are&lt;br /&gt;I had to find you...&lt;br /&gt;Tell you I need you&lt;br /&gt;Tell you I set you apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me your secrets&lt;br /&gt;And ask me your questions&lt;br /&gt;Oh let's go back to the start...&lt;br /&gt;Running in circles; coming in tails&lt;br /&gt;Heads on a silence apart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;It's such a shame for us to part&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;No one ever said it would be this hard&lt;br /&gt;Oh take me back to the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just guessing at numbers and figures&lt;br /&gt;Pulling your puzzles apart&lt;br /&gt;Questions of science; science and progress&lt;br /&gt;Do not speak as loud as my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you love me&lt;br /&gt;Come back and haunt me&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I rush to the start&lt;br /&gt;Running in circles, chasing our tails&lt;br /&gt;Coming back as we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's such a shame for us to part&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;No one ever said it would be so hard&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to the start&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11948144-111320415043589668?l=andhera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/feeds/111320415043589668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11948144&amp;postID=111320415043589668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/111320415043589668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/111320415043589668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/2005/04/to-tell-you.html' title='To tell you...'/><author><name>Andhera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741901646355243453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948144.post-111310833526678853</id><published>2005-04-10T05:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T05:45:35.266+01:00</updated><title type='text'>andhera</title><content type='html'>Something happened right now, I'm half asleep. Something woke me up. It was the same darkness. It felt like something was lying on top of me. I could not breathe, I could not even call out for help. I screamed but no voice would come out of me, no one could hear me.. That thing would not go away. It was so dark, so dark. I'm scared. I don't know why, but I started saying, "Allah please, Allah please...." and then I saw some light. Then I started saying it out loud. And all of a sudden it went away. At first, I thought it was a dream, but it was no dream. This is not the first time it has happened. But I could feel it, I could feel it breath on top of me and make me helpless. I'm scared, I'm shaking......I don't know how to explain it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11948144-111310833526678853?l=andhera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/feeds/111310833526678853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11948144&amp;postID=111310833526678853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/111310833526678853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/111310833526678853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/2005/04/andhera.html' title='andhera'/><author><name>Andhera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741901646355243453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948144.post-111298498063662765</id><published>2005-04-08T19:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T19:29:40.636+01:00</updated><title type='text'>DrugStore</title><content type='html'>You seduced me.&lt;br /&gt;Lonely in your hell.&lt;br /&gt;Naked and hungry.&lt;br /&gt;I crawl into your cell.&lt;br /&gt;A virtual drugstore,&lt;br /&gt;is piled on your bed.&lt;br /&gt;I cant resist with your tongue inside my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can everything be justified by you?&lt;br /&gt;You get off watching me bleed...&lt;br /&gt;You get off on feeding my disease.&lt;br /&gt;This time will be perfect, you explain.&lt;br /&gt;but your tounge's as deadly as a needle through my vein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can everything be justified by you?&lt;br /&gt;How can my demise be justified by you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of living for your touch.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of needing you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can everything be justified by you?&lt;br /&gt;when did I decide to be crucified by you?&lt;br /&gt;How can everything be justified by you?&lt;br /&gt;BY YOU... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11948144-111298498063662765?l=andhera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/feeds/111298498063662765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11948144&amp;postID=111298498063662765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/111298498063662765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/111298498063662765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/2005/04/drugstore.html' title='DrugStore'/><author><name>Andhera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741901646355243453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948144.post-111281795636540916</id><published>2005-04-06T09:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T22:34:20.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Have you ever been in a relationship so special, so godly, so.. sacred, that you have not wanted to even name it for fear of tarnishing it's beautiful existence... for fear of scaring it away... scaring yourself away? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Have you ever been in such a relationship where a mere word.. a mere premonition.. a mere thought, could stain it and render it irrepairable as if it were made of tissue paper? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;One sacreligious movement, one wrong turn can blow away the strongest boulder of faith as if it were no more resistant than a feather, a particle of dust in the wind. What are the words to describe the grievance felt when the second half of that heavenly pair utters that word, senses that premonition, lets that thought cross their mind, without a look your way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;How can you swim ashore when you feel everything inside you drowning under a sea of helplessness, when you feel like the only thing that you ever owned (although, in reality one owns and is god to many things, many many special things...) is slipping from your very fingers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;You can not. As much as this may seem to be a melodramatic description of what the modern world calls a 'break-up', it is not.. read between the lines. It's always about much more then owning and disowning. There is a fine, fine line that distinguishes a sacred bond from a mere connection between two people. A thin thread which when broken, can never be put back together again. You know it's much more serious then that when you don't even feel the urge, the longing to mend that thread.. when solace lies in silently accepting that there is no alternative but to move ahead and let the tide take you wherever it deems appropriate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;And the effect always remains...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;How does one explain that to someone who will not understand? How can one justify that one will never be yours the way they once were?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;One can not. I can not. You can not.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11948144-111281795636540916?l=andhera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/feeds/111281795636540916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11948144&amp;postID=111281795636540916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/111281795636540916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/111281795636540916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/2005/04/6-questions.html' title='6 Questions'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948144.post-111272730964187314</id><published>2005-04-06T03:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T19:55:09.643+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It seems like I've been here one thousand times before. One thousand times everyday and I still beg for more. Not far from here I'll find myself, but time is the distance from that feeling. I can't take it. These beatings I give to myself have got to stop, but I need your help. My better half is the half that I hide and I'm trying hard not to let this go. Your words are healing but they're burning me up inside. I'd love to taste, I'd love to feel and share that life. Here I am I think I've said too much again. You're too real and I can't take it. Have we gone too far or maybe not far enough? So many walls in our way and it's not a surprise to me that they're are right in front of me. I see the rest of me and so again I beg for that beating, and when received I won't release, it's so healing. Caged inside I hide myself from all life. I've tried crying one thousand times and I don't want to be alone again. I want to know myself; I want to be your love. I think I'd die without that feeling once again. I'd quit this all to have that feeling never end.  Years have gone by but I'm the same. Will I ever make anything of my life? Or will I always be the same? And when will I admit I'm wrong? I always think I can hide behind my stubborness, but I know that won't last long. What am I trying to prove? It doesn't really matter in the end, cause I will be the loser that will always remain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11948144-111272730964187314?l=andhera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/feeds/111272730964187314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11948144&amp;postID=111272730964187314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/111272730964187314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11948144/posts/default/111272730964187314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andhera.blogspot.com/2005/04/it-seems-like-ive-been-here-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Andhera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16741901646355243453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
