<?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-12886945</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:07:19.539+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicity Rocks!!</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12886945/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mysterious Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09078078376501277763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wWRvmMPwLc/R-J0aQdDZII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/az2GECQu9bs/S220/pic_mine.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12886945.post-113213045750999606</id><published>2005-11-16T13:36:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T13:40:57.526+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Life is a train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Having many bogies with different feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;We human are travelers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Just to travel through each bogie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;To touch the zenith of bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;And get down at the stairway to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;But the bogies are too long,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Having the same emotions-touching, compassionate but with animosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;1st bogie comprises only of fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Teaching us about the difficulties, which are rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;2nd bogie is made of fury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Shows us how far one can deteriorate its life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;3rd bogie is of odium, (hatred)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Teaching us about different varieties of people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;4th bogie is filled with protocol,(manners)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Showing us our way to achieve earnings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;5th bogie consists of smiles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Just to give us a sense of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;6th bogie with love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Parting values of rapport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;7th bogie with happiness and sadness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Just to make our journey complete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;To travel thru these bogies is not easy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;but obviously end upshot is always good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;filled with joy and satisfaction!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12886945-113213045750999606?l=sweetpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpal.blogspot.com/feeds/113213045750999606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12886945&amp;postID=113213045750999606' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12886945/posts/default/113213045750999606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12886945/posts/default/113213045750999606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpal.blogspot.com/2005/11/life.html' title='Life!!'/><author><name>Mysterious Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09078078376501277763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wWRvmMPwLc/R-J0aQdDZII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/az2GECQu9bs/S220/pic_mine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12886945.post-113190272660832904</id><published>2005-11-13T22:21:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T22:25:26.626+05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN I WHINE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;WHEN I WHINE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, upon a bus,&lt;br /&gt;I saw a girl with golden hair&lt;br /&gt;and wished I was as fair.&lt;br /&gt;When suddenly she rose to leave,&lt;br /&gt;I saw her hobble down the aisle&lt;br /&gt;She had one leg and wore a crutch&lt;br /&gt;But as she passed, she passed a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, forgive me when I whine.&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 legs, the world is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped to buy some candy.&lt;br /&gt;The lad who sold it had such charm&lt;br /&gt;I talked with him, he seemed so glad.&lt;br /&gt;If I were late, it'd do no harm.&lt;br /&gt;And as I left, he said to me,&lt;br /&gt;"I thank you, you've been so kind.&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to talk with folks like you.&lt;br /&gt;You see," he said, "I'm blind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, God, forgive me when I whine,&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 eyes, the world is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later while walking down the street,&lt;br /&gt;I saw a child with eyes of blue.&lt;br /&gt;He stood and watched the others play.&lt;br /&gt;He did not know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;I stopped a moment and then I said,&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't you join the others, dear?"&lt;br /&gt;He looked ahead without a word.&lt;br /&gt;And then I knew, he couldn't hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, forgive me when I whine.&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 ears, the world is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With feet to take me where I'd go.&lt;br /&gt;With eyes to see the sunset's glow.&lt;br /&gt;With ears to hear what I'd know.&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, forgive me when I whine.&lt;br /&gt;I've been blessed indeed, the world is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A BLESSED DAY!&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/12886945-113190272660832904?l=sweetpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpal.blogspot.com/feeds/113190272660832904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12886945&amp;postID=113190272660832904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12886945/posts/default/113190272660832904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12886945/posts/default/113190272660832904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpal.blogspot.com/2005/11/when-i-whine.html' title='WHEN I WHINE!'/><author><name>Mysterious Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09078078376501277763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I wonder if I can rehearse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;      The squandered hours, one by one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And count the minutes as I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;      The pennies and the dimes I've spent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I've had a day, once bright and new,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;      But, oh, for what few things it went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;There were twelve hours when I began,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;      Good hours worth sixty minutes each,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yet some of them so swiftly ran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;      I had no time for thought or speech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Eight of them to my task I gave, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;     Glad that it did not ask for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Part of the day I tried to save,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;      But now I cannot say what for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;An hour I spent for idle chat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;      Gossip and scandal I confess;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;No better off am I for that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;      Would I had talked a little less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I watched steel workers bolt a beam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;      What time that cost I don't recall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;How very short the minutes seem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;      When they are spent on trifles small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Quite empty is my purse to-night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;      Which held at dawn a twelve-hour day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;For all of it has taken flight—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;      Part wisely spent, part thrown away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I did my task and earned its gain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;      But checking deeds with what they cost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Two missing hours I can't explain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;      They must be charges as lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12886945-112643138999375606?l=sweetpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpal.blogspot.com/feeds/112643138999375606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12886945&amp;postID=112643138999375606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12886945/posts/default/112643138999375606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12886945/posts/default/112643138999375606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpal.blogspot.com/2005/09/checking-day.html' title='Checking the Day...'/><author><name>Mysterious Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09078078376501277763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wWRvmMPwLc/R-J0aQdDZII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/az2GECQu9bs/S220/pic_mine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12886945.post-111650279190547392</id><published>2005-05-20T04:36:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T16:39:51.916+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All We Need...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go through life fretting about&lt;br /&gt;what we don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to be beautiful, and we forget&lt;br /&gt;that the greatest beauty is the&lt;br /&gt;love and warmth in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We strive to impress people, but we forget&lt;br /&gt;that the most important people in our lives&lt;br /&gt;are those we love--our family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to be successful, but we forget&lt;br /&gt;that our greatest accomplishments&lt;br /&gt;in life are the lessons we learn&lt;br /&gt;and the lives we touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to own something exquisite,&lt;br /&gt;but we forget&lt;br /&gt;the majesty of the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;the blazing sunset,&lt;br /&gt;the monarch butterflies in spring,&lt;br /&gt;and the beauty all around us.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We want wealth, but we forget&lt;br /&gt;to be thankful for the riches&lt;br /&gt;we already have, including the&lt;br /&gt;roof over our head and the&lt;br /&gt;bounty on our table each night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly, God knows our needs&lt;br /&gt;and he gave us all we need to be happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12886945-111650279190547392?l=sweetpal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpal.blogspot.com/feeds/111650279190547392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12886945&amp;postID=111650279190547392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12886945/posts/default/111650279190547392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12886945/posts/default/111650279190547392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpal.blogspot.com/2005/05/all-we-need.html' title=''/><author><name>Mysterious Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09078078376501277763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wWRvmMPwLc/R-J0aQdDZII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/az2GECQu9bs/S220/pic_mine.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12886945.post-111605407772024115</id><published>2005-05-14T11:52:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T12:01:17.723+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes...even the best of us get stressed out. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sometimes..we could all use a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sometimes.. laughter can solve the problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sometimes..a light heart can save the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;.Sometimes..a carefree attitude can free the soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sometimes.. a smile can warm the coldest of hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sometimes.. the right words can change the situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sometimes.. it's just not enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sometimes.. there's nothing you can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sometimes.. you just have to pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Always...~ God will listen!! ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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