<?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-4398391311463765147</id><updated>2012-01-23T21:47:25.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemme Sleep on It...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Thinking Soul...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13191566110900730214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SNiMdirKO-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ovDxwJHS1Ac/S220/Music+I+listen+to.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398391311463765147.post-2284806154405416407</id><published>2010-02-20T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T12:59:42.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/S4BM7ZoiG5I/AAAAAAAABQY/AO-H_u6w1rU/s1600-h/Confusion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/S4BM7ZoiG5I/AAAAAAAABQY/AO-H_u6w1rU/s320/Confusion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440432933240445842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Asked: Are you Unhappy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Said: Happy enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird playing with words sometimes we create our own phrases... that still never seem to identify with our true emotions... Sometimes I wonder if speech or language really was the best way to communicate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the words in the world couldn't explain my feelings.. My heart finds it difficult to explain it to my mind, how can I expect the world outside to understand...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398391311463765147-2284806154405416407?l=meadamselinhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/feeds/2284806154405416407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398391311463765147&amp;postID=2284806154405416407&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/2284806154405416407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/2284806154405416407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/2010/02/strange-emotions.html' title='Strange Emotions'/><author><name>Thinking Soul...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13191566110900730214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SNiMdirKO-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ovDxwJHS1Ac/S220/Music+I+listen+to.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/S4BM7ZoiG5I/AAAAAAAABQY/AO-H_u6w1rU/s72-c/Confusion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398391311463765147.post-8822325750405123614</id><published>2009-12-11T05:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T06:04:10.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And I'm afraid to sleep&lt;br /&gt;cause if I do I'll dream of you&lt;br /&gt;And the dreams are always deep&lt;br /&gt;on the pillow where I'll weep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now time doesn't stand still -- it crawls....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dido- Afraid to sleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398391311463765147-8822325750405123614?l=meadamselinhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/feeds/8822325750405123614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398391311463765147&amp;postID=8822325750405123614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/8822325750405123614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/8822325750405123614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-im-afraid-to-sleep-cause-if-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Thinking Soul...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13191566110900730214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SNiMdirKO-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ovDxwJHS1Ac/S220/Music+I+listen+to.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398391311463765147.post-2757997287638815702</id><published>2009-11-22T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T02:21:04.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There She Goes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SwkQawCqmtI/AAAAAAAABHc/5AenlwWz-is/s1600/Drowning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SwkQawCqmtI/AAAAAAAABHc/5AenlwWz-is/s320/Drowning.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406870879393716946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's walkin on a road looks neverending... bright sunshine, sound of the rufflin leaves and the fragrance of pink blossoms... She walks but doesn't smile... she's calm though, finally calm. She hears a boy scream somewhere behind the trees and rushes towards him following the pain...It was hypnotizing, the pain... She left the blossoms for it... her feet ached yet she ran to the boy... There he was stuck inside a giant seed, wanting to grow out crying out loud to her.... She sang to him and the seed started crackin... n like the rise of the phoenix the boy grew out a man... suddenly there was sunlight again but this time it shone on him... She smiled after a long time.... the birds and the bees came by to see the marvel the boy had turned to and she smiled again...She walked again, this time with the boy....but there was no road ahead... the sunshine on the boy glittered so much that she couldn't see the way anymore.... In fact she couldn't even see the boy anymore.. there was only shimmer! She lost her way, she knew that... she kept walkin there was no sun now... no light around just the darkness, it was soothing to her now- the darkness... faint light of the stars, no moon though... it was all gone... she tread on.. the road under her feet became colder, it was a sheet of ice now.... she walked with no path ahead just walked to know more... as if she was looking for something, lookin for the sun, or the boy to see his glitter again... n then there was a cracking sound- a loud roar indeed, the ice had cracked, her feet in cold water now... she was drownin... she tried screamin but the words never came out... she wanted to shout for help but there was no sound, fightin to breathe the last thought she had- "Why? Who am I callin out to?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398391311463765147-2757997287638815702?l=meadamselinhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/feeds/2757997287638815702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398391311463765147&amp;postID=2757997287638815702&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/2757997287638815702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/2757997287638815702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/2009/11/there-she-goes.html' title='There She Goes...'/><author><name>Thinking Soul...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13191566110900730214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SNiMdirKO-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ovDxwJHS1Ac/S220/Music+I+listen+to.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SwkQawCqmtI/AAAAAAAABHc/5AenlwWz-is/s72-c/Drowning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398391311463765147.post-9191041384993384395</id><published>2009-11-05T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T03:19:04.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Ramblings II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SvK0l4EYS7I/AAAAAAAABG8/rreO7zMKtTo/s1600-h/Broken_Heart_by_evil_bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SvK0l4EYS7I/AAAAAAAABG8/rreO7zMKtTo/s320/Broken_Heart_by_evil_bunny.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400577465969560498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say "Its better to have loved n failed than to have never loved at all.." I believed in this, till today... I lived my life with no regrets until today... I sat by the window staring into the sky, thinkin... of the times when I hadn't loved anyone from my heart.. Those were the times when I thought of how beautiful love wud be and how much I would love to completely give myself away for the person I loved... I dreamt of all the silly talks and those sweet nothings, the laughter, the smiles, the passionate kisses and the lonely nights of yearning... I knew there wud be pain but the pain of being away was a sweet pain.. somewhere there was hope... I dreamt of something beautiful and I knew that when I love, it would last forever just as I had always read about... Then when the sweet teens came and so came the times when people had their biggest and greatest love affairs, I thought of not stopping back too! After all "its better to have loved n failed than to have never loved at all...!!!" I loved.. we failed! and what am I left with now... a memory of the greatest love ever, everything perfect, the joys and the pain..!But it all broke down, cuz that's what happens in reality! These are the things they dont write about... People who know nothing about love write the greatest love poems! n Now that I know that I had the best love affair and everything was great and it still broke down, I dont know what to look forward to!! Just memories that get me down..&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it have been better if I had never tried to love, never given in... atleast I wud still be hoping for something beautiful, My faith wud have been alive... I wud have been Livin and not just surviving! Wudn't that be a much better place to be in..? They should have laws against people who break your faith in somethin as precious as love and then profess about Love!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398391311463765147-9191041384993384395?l=meadamselinhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/feeds/9191041384993384395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398391311463765147&amp;postID=9191041384993384395&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/9191041384993384395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/9191041384993384395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-ramblings-ii.html' title='Love Ramblings II'/><author><name>Thinking Soul...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13191566110900730214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SNiMdirKO-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ovDxwJHS1Ac/S220/Music+I+listen+to.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SvK0l4EYS7I/AAAAAAAABG8/rreO7zMKtTo/s72-c/Broken_Heart_by_evil_bunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398391311463765147.post-9217862824557999916</id><published>2009-10-04T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T03:40:15.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/Ssh5FjqD4XI/AAAAAAAABFo/gn4Dag1oSHE/s1600-h/Lost+in+Clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/Ssh5FjqD4XI/AAAAAAAABFo/gn4Dag1oSHE/s320/Lost+in+Clouds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388690090526761330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Bradley hand ITC", font size="4", font color="#000000"&gt; When I was young I used to talk to myself every night and think of all the good things I did that day and all the Bad things I did and it made me feel good. Always looking out to take control of my life. I it was like the balance sheet of my life where the Goods had to be greater than the Bads and where one gentle thing I did for someone balanced for anything mean I did that day… gradually as life got along I had too many things on my plate, too many tasks to be done, too many people to meet… and at the end of the day if I sat to think what I did I just had the tasks done… My sweet little thinking time became a time where I would check if I had completed everything I had to in that day… There was no more counting of the goods and the bads… The words had lost their meaning…I was so caught up with things I had to get done and people I had to see and talk to, I never realized that I had lost my goods and bads… it wasn’t with the heart then just the brain working…. Today it rained and just for a moment I sat and looked outside and I remembered the little goods and bad I once had and how it changed to a score card! I had all the ticks but there was still no happiness, no stress for sure but no happiness either…. I have what I wanted! My tasks are done!! I have some  time now..but I feel like I have lost something! Something big on the way… God gimme a rewind button, I guess my whole strategy was messed up…. I wanna relive! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398391311463765147-9217862824557999916?l=meadamselinhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/feeds/9217862824557999916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398391311463765147&amp;postID=9217862824557999916&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/9217862824557999916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/9217862824557999916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/2009/10/lost.html' title='Lost...'/><author><name>Thinking Soul...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13191566110900730214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SNiMdirKO-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ovDxwJHS1Ac/S220/Music+I+listen+to.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/Ssh5FjqD4XI/AAAAAAAABFo/gn4Dag1oSHE/s72-c/Lost+in+Clouds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398391311463765147.post-4999165992186040991</id><published>2009-05-24T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:28:43.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Ramblings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/ShosfQ47LVI/AAAAAAAABD8/5DMqISvyAnw/s1600-h/Love+Ramblings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/ShosfQ47LVI/AAAAAAAABD8/5DMqISvyAnw/s320/Love+Ramblings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339629223822437714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a search&lt;br /&gt;A wheel.. a line..&lt;br /&gt;The open road&lt;br /&gt;the steep incline&lt;br /&gt;Things speeding by&lt;br /&gt;the final turn in view&lt;br /&gt;Next: Something disastrous&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelming, New..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They say- "Happiness is a state of mind” But if you have had your true love and lost it, then the rest is just settling isn’t it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398391311463765147-4999165992186040991?l=meadamselinhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/feeds/4999165992186040991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398391311463765147&amp;postID=4999165992186040991&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/4999165992186040991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/4999165992186040991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-ramblings.html' title='Love Ramblings...'/><author><name>Thinking Soul...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13191566110900730214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SNiMdirKO-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ovDxwJHS1Ac/S220/Music+I+listen+to.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/ShosfQ47LVI/AAAAAAAABD8/5DMqISvyAnw/s72-c/Love+Ramblings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398391311463765147.post-6740145072077440177</id><published>2009-03-01T00:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T01:00:41.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Que Sera Sera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SapOrpnrSdI/AAAAAAAAA4U/JU9ZjgtMcJo/s1600-h/Hyd+Trip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 159px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SapOrpnrSdI/AAAAAAAAA4U/JU9ZjgtMcJo/s320/Hyd+Trip.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308141622623160786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the most beautiful things happen to you when you least expect them to! I took a trip and it has proven to be the best time ever spent... Random stuff but I realized that I did everything that gets me extremely close to myself, my thoughts...! Met lots and lots of people from sooo many different parts of the world, different industries, lifestyles... It was brilliant.. Like I was sleeping all this while and the sun was trying hard to peep into my blanket! The blanket is off now.. I can see the sun.. I see things in a different light now...And it sure is beautiful...Makes me feel, Not everything you are obsessed with, is worth getting obsessed over!! People live their lives in soo many different ways, it makes me think what all I could have done! I am a sucker for stability in my life, to an extent that if i don't know what I have planned next for myself professionally or personally, it gets me miserable! I am returning to my city today, rejuvenated!! I now know that's its ok! That its fine to let go and not think of the future.. Its okie not knowing whats next sometimes.. Life still goes on and it pretty much ROCKS!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398391311463765147-6740145072077440177?l=meadamselinhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/feeds/6740145072077440177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398391311463765147&amp;postID=6740145072077440177&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/6740145072077440177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/6740145072077440177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/2009/03/que-sera-sera.html' title='Que Sera Sera'/><author><name>Thinking Soul...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13191566110900730214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SNiMdirKO-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ovDxwJHS1Ac/S220/Music+I+listen+to.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SapOrpnrSdI/AAAAAAAAA4U/JU9ZjgtMcJo/s72-c/Hyd+Trip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398391311463765147.post-8364845000568181555</id><published>2009-02-03T00:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T03:37:47.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishin n Hoping...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SYgsenxLrEI/AAAAAAAAA30/75V7YIJ-5x4/s1600-h/Paradize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SYgsenxLrEI/AAAAAAAAA30/75V7YIJ-5x4/s320/Paradize.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298533866184354882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a place in the sun where all dreams come true...where my heart glows and eyes smile. Before my life is done, I will find this place.. This place where there's hope for everyone, joy in every heart.. Smilin faces looking at me lovingly..Love that's true! This world I know, is a facade but I believe that there is a miracle waiting to happen on just another ordinary day for me! Like an old dusty road, I get weary from the load...but I move on, my hope and dreams lead me... I believe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398391311463765147-8364845000568181555?l=meadamselinhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/feeds/8364845000568181555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398391311463765147&amp;postID=8364845000568181555&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/8364845000568181555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/8364845000568181555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/2009/02/wishin-n-hoping.html' title='Wishin n Hoping...'/><author><name>Thinking Soul...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13191566110900730214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SNiMdirKO-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ovDxwJHS1Ac/S220/Music+I+listen+to.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SYgsenxLrEI/AAAAAAAAA30/75V7YIJ-5x4/s72-c/Paradize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398391311463765147.post-2944588004653662047</id><published>2009-01-28T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T00:26:14.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Of My Favorite Things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SYFWwAe4YWI/AAAAAAAAA3s/13Cu9BNGAYc/s1600-h/Fav.+Things.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SYFWwAe4YWI/AAAAAAAAA3s/13Cu9BNGAYc/s320/Fav.+Things.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296610019527647586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been long since I wrote something here... I was thinking yesterday over a cup of coffee of all the beautiful things that make me wanna hope for another day in my life and penned down a few things that I truly love... Things that make me smile, no matter what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rain splashing in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;- The early morning Smell of Freshly Baked bread&lt;br /&gt;- Daisies, Daffodils, Lilies and Larkspurs...&lt;br /&gt;- Smell of Coffee Beans&lt;br /&gt;- Dido's Voice after a stressful day&lt;br /&gt;- Ocean waves lashing on the shore&lt;br /&gt;- The smell of wet mud... n better still, playing with it!&lt;br /&gt;- A child's bright, happy, curious and hopeful eyes&lt;br /&gt;- A warm cozy 'I will always be there for you' hug&lt;br /&gt;- Cold winter breeze on my face..&lt;br /&gt;- Sun rising from a neverending sea&lt;br /&gt;- Wild horses in the meadows..&lt;br /&gt;- The feeling of sand grains on my bare feet&lt;br /&gt;- Full moon nights..&lt;br /&gt;- Sun peeping out of the dark clouds...&lt;br /&gt;- Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings&lt;br /&gt;- and since this list is getting too long..the last one... the sound of heartbeat... the sound of life itself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life indeed is beautiful...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398391311463765147-2944588004653662047?l=meadamselinhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/feeds/2944588004653662047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398391311463765147&amp;postID=2944588004653662047&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/2944588004653662047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/2944588004653662047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/2009/01/few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='A Few Of My Favorite Things...'/><author><name>Thinking Soul...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13191566110900730214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SNiMdirKO-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ovDxwJHS1Ac/S220/Music+I+listen+to.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SYFWwAe4YWI/AAAAAAAAA3s/13Cu9BNGAYc/s72-c/Fav.+Things.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398391311463765147.post-5343861545607755123</id><published>2008-12-25T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:11:12.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Wishes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SVSC6mtHOzI/AAAAAAAAA2s/BevgccawakQ/s1600-h/New+Year+Wishes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SVSC6mtHOzI/AAAAAAAAA2s/BevgccawakQ/s320/New+Year+Wishes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283992206146222898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year eve has a funny thing to it! Every new year I feel that this is going to be the most romantic night for me. I live this fantasy of meeting my man. I dream of kissing my man as the clock strikes 12 and marks the beginning of a new year, silently I pray that this is the start of a new world for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as years pass my silent prayer goes unheard… As years pass all my fantasies end… No more Santa Clause, No more Mail Van wishes coming true, No more Joy Birds, No more new year Prince! Its sad to have all this crash down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, this time around I learnt something new. I learnt that while all these dreams and fantasies don’t come true, God does send me my angels, not just on the eve but all year round, Disguised Angels! These are people I meet and want to meet everyday! People who make me smile on days I decide not to! This year end I am not going to wait for a prince to come kiss me, rather I am going to wait for that frog to come make me smile and give me all the joy I deserve. The frog I choose to ignore every year! My real angel! Totally God sent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t get to choose your angels, they are simply God sent customized to your needs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398391311463765147-5343861545607755123?l=meadamselinhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/feeds/5343861545607755123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398391311463765147&amp;postID=5343861545607755123&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/5343861545607755123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/5343861545607755123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year-wishes.html' title='New Year Wishes!'/><author><name>Thinking Soul...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13191566110900730214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SNiMdirKO-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ovDxwJHS1Ac/S220/Music+I+listen+to.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SVSC6mtHOzI/AAAAAAAAA2s/BevgccawakQ/s72-c/New+Year+Wishes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398391311463765147.post-7461911630290579774</id><published>2008-12-23T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T21:12:49.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen Past...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SVHErE_9FbI/AAAAAAAAA2E/ugRLkDvt7Ew/s1600-h/My+Past.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SVHErE_9FbI/AAAAAAAAA2E/ugRLkDvt7Ew/s320/My+Past.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283220082237707698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should sit and talk&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its not really this complicated&lt;br /&gt;Are we ready to listen?&lt;br /&gt;What if there comes a day when you tell me that you don’t want me by your side?&lt;br /&gt;What if there comes a day when you look at me and don’t feel the same about me?&lt;br /&gt;What if you wake up one day and find out that I don’t really love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadows of my past grip me as I try to love you. This heart of mine runs for what it doesn’t have and can’t have ever. It’s a fantasy I want to live in, a world full of love and laughter. It shatters my brittle heart to see how painfully different reality is! If only I had wished for what I really wanted...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398391311463765147-7461911630290579774?l=meadamselinhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/feeds/7461911630290579774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398391311463765147&amp;postID=7461911630290579774&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/7461911630290579774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/7461911630290579774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/2008/12/frozen-past.html' title='Frozen Past...'/><author><name>Thinking Soul...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13191566110900730214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SNiMdirKO-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ovDxwJHS1Ac/S220/Music+I+listen+to.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SVHErE_9FbI/AAAAAAAAA2E/ugRLkDvt7Ew/s72-c/My+Past.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398391311463765147.post-6244873707704488714</id><published>2008-12-08T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T10:54:12.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Possessiveness!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/ST1sp3LRx2I/AAAAAAAAA1g/Ie0FubSkjhE/s1600-h/Jealousy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/ST1sp3LRx2I/AAAAAAAAA1g/Ie0FubSkjhE/s320/Jealousy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277493804789778274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has some things in them that are "Not Right!" Things that people call flaws. Sometimes I wonder if it is right to rate these- Bigger flaws and smaller flaws. People say that getting possessive or getting jealous easily is a flaw. I beg to differ. Why is everything put to- You need to have trust in a relationship..!! Pulleeaase! If there was no trust you wont let the guy even take you out at night! Trust is there but is it wrong to expect your guy to "Not Flirt" with other gals, while you sit waiting for him? When you give your complete self to someone, is it wrong to expect that someone to atleast keep certain emotional outbursts to you and only you? It's not like you are expecting him to give you his everyday timetable and not even like a requirement for him to call you up and let you know of each and every step he takes? No, thats where trust comes in. You trust him to do the right thing, for himself, for you and for your relationship. But when this someone gifts kisses and hugs around? For me, that's still something that'll disturb me! I accept it- I am possessive by nature but that does not mean that I am killing the guy with me. He is still living and living the way he chooses to live, I would just want him to choose me for all the intimate love he has! I don't think that's possessive!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what, no matter what people say, everyone is possessive and a little Jealous deep down! But not everyone has the courage to accept it! Why is this such a bad word?? I would love to have someone want me to only give him my romantic attention- It'll only show him how much I care and value his love! Its certainly not indicative of any of us being low on self confidence! People who think this way, need to definitely think again! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398391311463765147-6244873707704488714?l=meadamselinhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/feeds/6244873707704488714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398391311463765147&amp;postID=6244873707704488714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/6244873707704488714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/6244873707704488714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/2008/12/possessiveness.html' title='Possessiveness!!'/><author><name>Thinking Soul...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13191566110900730214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SNiMdirKO-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ovDxwJHS1Ac/S220/Music+I+listen+to.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/ST1sp3LRx2I/AAAAAAAAA1g/Ie0FubSkjhE/s72-c/Jealousy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398391311463765147.post-3016591023252398466</id><published>2008-11-19T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T07:20:57.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SSQuzC42VuI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/w8HRF1y_iyA/s1600-h/Ruins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SSQuzC42VuI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/w8HRF1y_iyA/s320/Ruins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270388918413842146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told him she’s leaving. He kissed her goodbye and asked her to be careful.&lt;br /&gt;She walked away… he called out to her for one last glance… She looked at him, her eyes glistening with tears… And just then, in the flash of a lightening, they came back to her… all the dreams they had woven together… All the times of laughter… all the times of love and beauty… the castle they built together… he saw only the ruins! She wanted to stop and wait longer in her world of love and laughter, her fantasies, her happiness, Couldn’t see that there were just ruins now! Her beautiful dream had broken, the hope dead! There’s no peace for her.. Nothing to put her heart to rest…Cold, and Closed she turns her back to her world…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren’t here even when you are here… &lt;br /&gt;I am gently drifting away…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398391311463765147-3016591023252398466?l=meadamselinhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/feeds/3016591023252398466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398391311463765147&amp;postID=3016591023252398466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/3016591023252398466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/3016591023252398466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/2008/11/ruins.html' title='Ruins...'/><author><name>Thinking Soul...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13191566110900730214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SNiMdirKO-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ovDxwJHS1Ac/S220/Music+I+listen+to.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SSQuzC42VuI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/w8HRF1y_iyA/s72-c/Ruins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398391311463765147.post-4379639157344027871</id><published>2008-11-12T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:12:54.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kiss..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SRsOPnMo6YI/AAAAAAAAA04/pONvMG94QVM/s1600-h/the+kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SRsOPnMo6YI/AAAAAAAAA04/pONvMG94QVM/s320/the+kiss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267819850522749314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does a kiss mean to you? Ever tried interpreting kisses? I am going to do that fatal thing right here! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start from the beginning, the first kiss always remains the first kiss and even if you probably hate the person now, you know that you would never be able to forget him and that moment you shared with him. The first time you felt touched. The first time you felt someone got to know you, probably the first time you actually came to know yourself and your needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is this kiss that comes with sympathy. She kisses him cuz he is a great person and he is madly in love with her. She doesn’t love him but can’t afford to break his heart (She hasn’t learnt the trick yet!) That kiss would always make you feel good cuz of the glint you get to see in the guy’s eyes after the kiss.. It is a wonderful feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are crushes and infatuations in everyone’s life. When you actually kiss the person you are infatuated with, you feel you have achieved what you had set out to do. Its more of a victory. The feeling is great but the value of the kiss falls everytime after the first moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The completely hot n wet kiss! If you haven’t experienced this then you have seriously lost out on something in your life! There are times when there is no love and no affection or even emotional bonding. Just Attraction! Plain attraction and there is a situation which is perfect! That’s when you realize that you have this undying desire of kissing this someone and you make it a point to give way to all the pent up energy in you, revealing the lust in you! It sure is exhilarating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally there comes the kiss with someone you truly believe you love. You may want to believe that you aren’t a good kisser or he isn’t but you both know that this kiss is the most beautiful! Not because this is the wettest or the one where you win but because this is the one where you surrender and there is so much joy in giving yourself completely to this one person you want to trust. It’s the most beautiful feeling. Its like you have just touched an angel just had your first contact with something divine. God’s come down to you and told you that you are being loved and looked after…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each has its own pleasure if you can make your relationship last forever, each kiss will be the best. Each leaving you with different emotions… Love, Lust, Thrill, Affection, Security, Reassurance…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398391311463765147-4379639157344027871?l=meadamselinhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/feeds/4379639157344027871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398391311463765147&amp;postID=4379639157344027871&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/4379639157344027871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/4379639157344027871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/2008/11/kiss.html' title='The Kiss..!!'/><author><name>Thinking Soul...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13191566110900730214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SNiMdirKO-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ovDxwJHS1Ac/S220/Music+I+listen+to.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SRsOPnMo6YI/AAAAAAAAA04/pONvMG94QVM/s72-c/the+kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398391311463765147.post-7083154396878277003</id><published>2008-11-01T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:28:39.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life's Melodies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SQxoSx_RmtI/AAAAAAAAA0w/h1_Fa9c4q6Y/s1600-h/Life%27s+melodies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SQxoSx_RmtI/AAAAAAAAA0w/h1_Fa9c4q6Y/s320/Life%27s+melodies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263696736354933458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have a song on my mind.. n like always..!! There’s good to it.. I like humming it over n over again.. a happy day gives me a happy song n so does a angry frustrating day… the problem comes when I associate songs with people… n believe me I do it! I actually have songs for people… songs that remind me of moments with them.. random moments… precious moments... moments of laughter...moments of pain...even moments of anger! Today I sit and think that I am probably not doing justice to my music. People come n go and in my life this happens very often (Don’t start blaming me for it now!) So when people walk away so do their songs.. Somehow I can never listen to those songs again, they always remind me of those moments and that causes so much pain that I’d rather not listen to the song… My I tunes playlist is like my life playing… With each song there’s a different chapter of my life unfolding…Chapters I have sometimes felt like erasing! You delete the song, block the person away.. But what do you do with memories? What do you do with this heart that still wants to hum the same song over n over again… Won’t people ever understand, by leaving me alone they take my melodies away… they take pieces of my life away…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398391311463765147-7083154396878277003?l=meadamselinhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/feeds/7083154396878277003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398391311463765147&amp;postID=7083154396878277003&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/7083154396878277003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/7083154396878277003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-lifes-melodies.html' title='My Life&apos;s Melodies...'/><author><name>Thinking Soul...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13191566110900730214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SNiMdirKO-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ovDxwJHS1Ac/S220/Music+I+listen+to.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SQxoSx_RmtI/AAAAAAAAA0w/h1_Fa9c4q6Y/s72-c/Life%27s+melodies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398391311463765147.post-2069205033762249716</id><published>2008-10-30T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T02:09:04.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont live A "Whatever" Life!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SQl3wm7Y0gI/AAAAAAAAA0o/fOS6p7nG0aA/s1600-h/Free.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SQl3wm7Y0gI/AAAAAAAAA0o/fOS6p7nG0aA/s320/Free.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262869316526199298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its been long since I wrote in somethin.. Was home on vacation.. This time I'm gonna post lyrics of this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ou5xYnRbS4k"&gt;song by Haylie Duff&lt;/a&gt;... The lyrics are something I truly feel n so I thought what better than just posting the lyrics here for what I feel... Here they go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I hear you say "Whatever"&lt;br /&gt;Turn and walk away forever&lt;br /&gt;Was it my mistake or did we just get too close?&lt;br /&gt;Well till we meet again I think you better learn to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live for the sake of living&lt;br /&gt;Love till your heart is breaking&lt;br /&gt;Give your all and dont hold back,&lt;br /&gt;Tell the truth and dont forget to Laugh till your body's aching&lt;br /&gt;Cry till your hands are shaking&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go, whatever you do dont live a whatever life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betcha think its cool to never&lt;br /&gt;Care about the things that matter&lt;br /&gt;Was it just a dream or did we feel something real?&lt;br /&gt;You'll be all alone until you finally start to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live for the sake of living&lt;br /&gt;Love till your heart is breaking&lt;br /&gt;Give your all and dont hold back, tell the truth and dont forget to Laugh till your body's aching&lt;br /&gt;Cry till your hands are shaking&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go, whatever you do dont live a whatever life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time waiting till I'm moving on.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to be strong and Live for the sake of living,&lt;br /&gt;Love till my heart is breakin!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398391311463765147-2069205033762249716?l=meadamselinhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/feeds/2069205033762249716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398391311463765147&amp;postID=2069205033762249716&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/2069205033762249716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/2069205033762249716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-live-whatever-life.html' title='Dont live A &quot;Whatever&quot; Life!!!'/><author><name>Thinking Soul...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13191566110900730214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SNiMdirKO-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ovDxwJHS1Ac/S220/Music+I+listen+to.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SQl3wm7Y0gI/AAAAAAAAA0o/fOS6p7nG0aA/s72-c/Free.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398391311463765147.post-2649448289995027708</id><published>2008-10-15T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T03:11:56.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry On Your Own...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SPXB3io8h3I/AAAAAAAAA0g/UOAANP7uczA/s1600-h/Cry+on+your+own.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SPXB3io8h3I/AAAAAAAAA0g/UOAANP7uczA/s320/Cry+on+your+own.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257321299960432498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts easily like all of them do&lt;br /&gt;Then after a while you'll beg for the truth&lt;br /&gt;Trust would vanish and faith will be no good&lt;br /&gt;Make me a memory and do it with speed&lt;br /&gt;Just open your eyes and follow my lead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all your episodes what have I to show&lt;br /&gt;Just one fickle heart and we're all alone&lt;br /&gt;Your mounting misery so tenderly meek&lt;br /&gt;It can't find its way when you open to speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get away from me don't hurt me more...&lt;br /&gt;If you need to cry just cry on your own...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398391311463765147-2649448289995027708?l=meadamselinhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/feeds/2649448289995027708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398391311463765147&amp;postID=2649448289995027708&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/2649448289995027708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/2649448289995027708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/2008/10/cry-on-your-own.html' title='Cry On Your Own...'/><author><name>Thinking Soul...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13191566110900730214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SNiMdirKO-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ovDxwJHS1Ac/S220/Music+I+listen+to.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SPXB3io8h3I/AAAAAAAAA0g/UOAANP7uczA/s72-c/Cry+on+your+own.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398391311463765147.post-441856541474277457</id><published>2008-10-04T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T03:08:34.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live-In Relationships... What Say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SOdAlQZHHiI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/_n0zpjFjXQM/s1600-h/Live+in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SOdAlQZHHiI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/_n0zpjFjXQM/s320/Live+in.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253238499150601762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live Ins… hmmmm….. Almost everyone has an opinion on this one... An increasing number of couples today prefer to live together before actually tying the knot. It makes me wonder… why would someone want to go to such lengths to test a relationship?  Can testing a relationship ensure you a longer lasting happy marriage? Keeping the moral issues aside, there are a lot of studies that show that living in with your partner before marriage, first- reduces the possibility of a marriage at all and second- increases the risk of divorce!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still old school on this one, I feel Love and understanding is enough for two people to feel that their relationship is strong and that they will always be together. I have been through ups and downs in relationships but I still have hope that when I am in love, I would not have to test my relationship by giving it a dry run, like some rehearsal dinner!! I think its important to marry cuz the love that we all want from a partner is not possible without both having the commitment to try to make it last. N I really don’t think two people can actually be truly committed to each other without marriage. So, that’s my thought… what do you think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I still luurrvee being single and marriage is no where on my charts right now! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398391311463765147-441856541474277457?l=meadamselinhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/feeds/441856541474277457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398391311463765147&amp;postID=441856541474277457&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/441856541474277457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/441856541474277457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/2008/10/live-in-relationships-what-say.html' title='Live-In Relationships... What Say?'/><author><name>Thinking Soul...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13191566110900730214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SNiMdirKO-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ovDxwJHS1Ac/S220/Music+I+listen+to.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SOdAlQZHHiI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/_n0zpjFjXQM/s72-c/Live+in.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398391311463765147.post-5584176875060942483</id><published>2008-10-01T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T11:27:27.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chivalrous Men- A Dying Breed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SOPAzEomeEI/AAAAAAAAA0I/j1BJjPXS28s/s1600-h/Chivalry+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SOPAzEomeEI/AAAAAAAAA0I/j1BJjPXS28s/s320/Chivalry+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252253574094026818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to this colleague of mine at work today and the usual discussion of “Oh you are a woman, you get the special treatment all the time!” started off… It struck me to know that my friend here felt that, men who are chivalrous have forgotten to live like a “Real Man.” Makes me wonder…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the so called macho man feel that a chivalrous man is a lesser “Man?” Don’t you feel that even having this kind of an attitude is robbing men of what women actually want from them? Somehow no matter how much women speak about equality, the “damsel in distress” situation is still common! Every woman would want her guy to save her off her life’s issues once in a while. This certainly does not mean that she cannot do things on her own but only sometimes she would love to see her man get her out of situations! Equality between men and women works well in the workplace or among peers but in a relationship? Naaa…. There the lady needs to be treated like one… C’mon guys if you love her show her you respect her and be chivalrous… Why make such a fuss about it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398391311463765147-5584176875060942483?l=meadamselinhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/feeds/5584176875060942483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398391311463765147&amp;postID=5584176875060942483&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/5584176875060942483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/5584176875060942483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/2008/10/chivalrous-men-dying-breed.html' title='Chivalrous Men- A Dying Breed?'/><author><name>Thinking Soul...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13191566110900730214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SNiMdirKO-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ovDxwJHS1Ac/S220/Music+I+listen+to.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SOPAzEomeEI/AAAAAAAAA0I/j1BJjPXS28s/s72-c/Chivalry+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398391311463765147.post-410439900558447573</id><published>2008-09-25T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T10:26:24.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SNvJnys3iVI/AAAAAAAAA0A/q-Y0Dce0c1A/s1600-h/Fear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SNvJnys3iVI/AAAAAAAAA0A/q-Y0Dce0c1A/s320/Fear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250011476092488018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some relationships are hard to define… Those that you find hard to give a tag to… No one understands but you… Some make you smile and some others can only make you feel miserable… Sometimes you hate someone and would rather never look at them or talk to them, but when they call, you still talk to them like nothing has happened! Is it so tough being angry with someone and showing it to them?? Is this the reason why people drink and get sloshed..? So they can tell people exactly how they feel about them and not feel guilty about it later.. You can always blame the alcohol for everything…!! We are running a race here, struggling to live an ordinary life, fighting our emotions each moment, polishing them, fitting them in this world’s ways… We smile when we are supposed to and act cordial even when we don’t truly feel that way... so caught up inside our own made rules and regulations… what human and civic rights are we fighting for then? What’s more important is to fight these shackles of thought and perception of ‘Right’ and ‘Wrong’ that we have created inside us..!! They call this a century for the rebellious- for people who are entitled to freedom!! I think its time we think that over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398391311463765147-410439900558447573?l=meadamselinhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/feeds/410439900558447573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398391311463765147&amp;postID=410439900558447573&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/410439900558447573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/410439900558447573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/2008/09/freedom.html' title='Freedom?'/><author><name>Thinking Soul...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13191566110900730214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SNiMdirKO-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ovDxwJHS1Ac/S220/Music+I+listen+to.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SNvJnys3iVI/AAAAAAAAA0A/q-Y0Dce0c1A/s72-c/Fear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398391311463765147.post-7475568058725016111</id><published>2008-09-22T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T23:14:24.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SNh-0c7jggI/AAAAAAAAAzE/Ac2lDQ3HcBA/s1600-h/Ramblings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SNh-0c7jggI/AAAAAAAAAzE/Ac2lDQ3HcBA/s320/Ramblings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249084805284594178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted anything here for long and there's a reason to it.. I realized that whenever there was a passing thought in my mind, I scribbled it somewhere and decided that I would think more on it and write a post when I get some more time... which I never got.. So then I decided why not just post all those random thoughts here.. and that's what I have done! I ramble on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One song that I listened to while writing ‘Love Turns to hatred’: You’re So Gay- Katy Perry..!&lt;br /&gt;Its one of those songs that you listen to at the loudest volume and scream along with… and when the songs is over you feel like you have just come back from church.. Relieved… Satisfied… Content…!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I want to play hide and seek with life… I want to hide away from all my sorrows and loneliness and wait silently for happiness to come find me! I’ll scream with joy then… n there’ll be laughter everywhere… n beauty just how I would want it to be…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was invisible so I could cry out loud in the open without having people judge me and call me weak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day I think of ways to avoid you and ignore you completely and when night falls I see you in my dreams and live the life I wish to live deep down… Your warm kiss is like felicity that knows no taint of sin… You make me hum in soft sweet undertones when I know that I should instead be running away from you! Sometimes I wonder why…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty random huh... that's exactly how my mind works.. fleeting thoughts find their way in and out.. and life goes on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398391311463765147-7475568058725016111?l=meadamselinhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/feeds/7475568058725016111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398391311463765147&amp;postID=7475568058725016111&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/7475568058725016111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/7475568058725016111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/2008/09/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings...'/><author><name>Thinking Soul...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13191566110900730214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SNiMdirKO-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ovDxwJHS1Ac/S220/Music+I+listen+to.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SNh-0c7jggI/AAAAAAAAAzE/Ac2lDQ3HcBA/s72-c/Ramblings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398391311463765147.post-7682317302796190906</id><published>2008-09-08T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T20:58:11.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me a Story...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SMX0MguVB_I/AAAAAAAAAyg/Tr0zI6IWIJw/s1600-h/Tell+me+a+Story.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SMX0MguVB_I/AAAAAAAAAyg/Tr0zI6IWIJw/s320/Tell+me+a+Story.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243865836922669042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CMALVIK%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;When I was a child, I felt that my life was a story being read by the Fairy Godmother to all the children and what terrified me most was that I knew that one day, the fairy will close the book and my life will end. Now that I have learnt my ABCs and I know that my life is not really a fairytale, there is still some truth in this belief that I once had. It does seem like a story being read to someone… Just not a story anyone would call a fairytale! Things just happen in my story and they happen when you least expect them to. People come and go...It’s like someone reading out a story where things happen just so the story makes some sense. Interesting no doubt, but Grey! I call it a 'Grey' 'cause there is nothing that is completely tainted (Black) and nothing that's completely pure (White) here... so the shade's 'grey' where things happen and are then left to human perception to place them as 'Black' or 'White'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;And so, I smile because I know that no matter how "grey" my story may be, it belongs to me and somewhere deep down I know that I make it, while some mighty force up there "shapes" it... Someday, the Fairy Godmother will close the book and stop reading... the children will sleep and my story will be forgotten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398391311463765147-7682317302796190906?l=meadamselinhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/feeds/7682317302796190906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398391311463765147&amp;postID=7682317302796190906&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/7682317302796190906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/7682317302796190906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/2008/09/tell-me-story.html' title='Tell me a Story...'/><author><name>Thinking Soul...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13191566110900730214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SNiMdirKO-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ovDxwJHS1Ac/S220/Music+I+listen+to.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SMX0MguVB_I/AAAAAAAAAyg/Tr0zI6IWIJw/s72-c/Tell+me+a+Story.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398391311463765147.post-7538150100859068240</id><published>2008-09-05T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T01:52:11.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Choose To be Happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SMDx_HYVpcI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/GHN-G7yGXDw/s1600-h/Happiness..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SMDx_HYVpcI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/GHN-G7yGXDw/s320/Happiness..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242456032874440130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CMALVIK%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Sometimes the best feeling is just to breathe and smile, it can change our outlook on life. I like to reflect on my life and all the good and bad things in it on a regular basis and more times than once I realize that even if I thought someone to be the worst person in my life for some time, they did teach me something! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Somewhere deep down I know that it is because of them that I am a stronger person now. It’s not the same naïve ‘me’ who trusts everyone and laughs and smiles genuinely with everyone with a warm looking face.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;At the same time, I think of people I misunderstood, people I thought were hurting me, but were actually always there for me and still are. I take time out and silently say a prayer for them- thanking them for having faith in me and for making me have some hope in humanity.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I can say today that I am a happy person and I am happy because I choose to be happy. There were tough times but I have learnt from them and picked the best I could from it and moved on. I quote:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;The wise grows it under his feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;- James Openheim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Unquote&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398391311463765147-7538150100859068240?l=meadamselinhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/feeds/7538150100859068240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398391311463765147&amp;postID=7538150100859068240&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/7538150100859068240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/7538150100859068240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-choose-to-be-happy.html' title='I Choose To be Happy!'/><author><name>Thinking Soul...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13191566110900730214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SNiMdirKO-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ovDxwJHS1Ac/S220/Music+I+listen+to.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SMDx_HYVpcI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/GHN-G7yGXDw/s72-c/Happiness..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398391311463765147.post-5577296134124726867</id><published>2008-08-21T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T03:59:52.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can We Define Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SK1KkHyV7RI/AAAAAAAAAw4/1B9JLW7Wm3Q/s1600-h/Define+Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SK1KkHyV7RI/AAAAAAAAAw4/1B9JLW7Wm3Q/s320/Define+Love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236923926127701266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;They say that the most important thing in any relationship is the level of understanding between two people and the love between them. How exactly would you define love here? I don’t get it! They say that when you are in love you just get to know. You feel happy, you feel like smiling, you keep thinking of the person you are in love with and all you can do is dream of a future with them. Now comes the truth… Its just human tendency to love getting appreciated, to love being loved. So isn’t it just the feeling of being in love and being loved in return that we are actually in love with and not the person himself? Does the person have anything to do with this? Probably not! That’s what gives us the ability to pick up the ashes of a burnt relationship and move on, in the look of another… You are actually looking for another person whom you could love better… who could love you better… Make you feel better… But, why the need? You could be in love with anything! For me, I fall in love with my music! There are songs that I hear that keep me smiling all day! Isn’t that something love should be doing to you? Well… I think what gives love with a partner and a relationship a deeper meaning is the intimacy that the couple shares. The sexual chemistry… Every other thing can be worked upon in a relationship! (Unless your partner is fucked in the brain, ref. post “Love Turns To Hatred”) If your partner is a good lover, if he knows how to work his way to give you the most awesome orgasm you can ever imagine… You know exactly what to do… Grab him for life and never let go! So, if we had to define love, we could put it as an emotion that you have for a person who makes you feel good while you love him and while he loves you… And of course where the Sex is sizzling!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398391311463765147-5577296134124726867?l=meadamselinhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/feeds/5577296134124726867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398391311463765147&amp;postID=5577296134124726867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/5577296134124726867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/5577296134124726867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/2008/08/can-we-define-love.html' title='Can We Define Love?'/><author><name>Thinking Soul...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13191566110900730214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SNiMdirKO-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ovDxwJHS1Ac/S220/Music+I+listen+to.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SK1KkHyV7RI/AAAAAAAAAw4/1B9JLW7Wm3Q/s72-c/Define+Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398391311463765147.post-4376247964755123272</id><published>2008-08-19T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T04:06:32.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love- A Gamble?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SK1MMQUASqI/AAAAAAAAAxA/TLQC9afPqEc/s1600-h/Love+Gamble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SK1MMQUASqI/AAAAAAAAAxA/TLQC9afPqEc/s320/Love+Gamble.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236925715122768546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;When it comes to men… why are women always ready to gamble? It is a gamble, isn’t it? You invest your time, money, emotions and just a lot of love and you never know of the outcome! Whatever the outcome may be, there still is the never-ending energy to keep looking for the right guy! Why is there always that hope that someone might just come your way who’ll be just perfect and in reality with every relationship you learn to just lower your bars a little. So what are we doing at the end of the day? Compromising! Not while we are in a relationship but as we transition from one to another… Is’nt that true? Everytime a relationship ends we console ourselves remembering everything that was wrong in it and swearing never to get into a relationship with a guy with those kind of issues. And we stick to our word of finding a guy free all the issues of our “Ex” but we also lower our bar in terms of other things that we need of our relationship. And then there are new problems, newer issues… But you know what’s the best part? Everytime you discover new problems you also discover something new about yourself…And I think it is this, that makes us want to get into a new relationship everytime.. It’s a quest of knowing our own emotions well enough to be able to control each one of these emotions someday…We are always ready to gamble on this one! Somehow there is always a hope that keeps telling you that just two more steps, just one more step, and he’ll be right there. Sure there will still be issues and there will be compromises but it’ll last and will last forever, with me happy and him even happier! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398391311463765147-4376247964755123272?l=meadamselinhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/feeds/4376247964755123272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398391311463765147&amp;postID=4376247964755123272&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/4376247964755123272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/4376247964755123272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-gamble.html' title='Love- A Gamble?'/><author><name>Thinking Soul...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13191566110900730214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SNiMdirKO-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ovDxwJHS1Ac/S220/Music+I+listen+to.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SK1MMQUASqI/AAAAAAAAAxA/TLQC9afPqEc/s72-c/Love+Gamble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398391311463765147.post-3977855767557510509</id><published>2008-08-13T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:15:26.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your Share In My Happiness?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SKOxVqFOH8I/AAAAAAAAAwE/L9cDDfpmHKE/s1600-h/ponder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SKOxVqFOH8I/AAAAAAAAAwE/L9cDDfpmHKE/s320/ponder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234222177566203842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was reading this book yesterday and I can't help but wonder now... We give shares of our happiness to all the people we know and whenever someone decides to not care of our happiness anymore they leave! That’s when you realize that a share of your happiness is missing! It’s like a circle that we build around us of people holding on to our happiness in their hands... But what needs to be remembered is that- it is you, at the end of the day, who give these people shares of your happiness... You need to decide how much can you trust each person with a share of your happiness! Don’t we always tend to give a major share to just one person? A person who claims to give us all the happiness in the world but never really does. And when this one person betrays you… you realize that you lost out on a huge share...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have I been able to see the rest of the hands holding their shares at this time? They are still holding on to their shares even when you were busy ignoring them… They were still there carefully nurturing the decreasing happiness share they had... Do we realize that no matter what… We do tend to take the people who love us the most for granted? And that’s when we keep reducing the happiness share in their hands... If I could just resolve to trust the right people with my share of happiness, I know I can stay happy! I don't want to loose trust in all those other hands just because the hand that held the maximum share betrayed me… I am going to learn to trust the other hands again. That’s life! Right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398391311463765147-3977855767557510509?l=meadamselinhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/feeds/3977855767557510509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398391311463765147&amp;postID=3977855767557510509&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/3977855767557510509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/3977855767557510509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/2008/08/whats-your-share-in-my-happiness.html' title='What&apos;s Your Share In My Happiness?'/><author><name>Thinking Soul...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13191566110900730214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SNiMdirKO-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ovDxwJHS1Ac/S220/Music+I+listen+to.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SKOxVqFOH8I/AAAAAAAAAwE/L9cDDfpmHKE/s72-c/ponder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398391311463765147.post-6648968592949883912</id><published>2008-08-12T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T02:16:34.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Turns To Hatred!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SMD461OPz3I/AAAAAAAAAyY/dB1rGGz_Di8/s1600-h/Love+Turns+Hate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SMD461OPz3I/AAAAAAAAAyY/dB1rGGz_Di8/s320/Love+Turns+Hate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242463655862194034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;Sometimes pain gets too much to handle and this is not the kind of pain a painkiller can help you with..! And most of the times the most painful part about the pain in your heart is the person who has caused this to you.. You would have ignored it had the person not been that important! I am in so much pain right now, I jus want to vent out, so please excuse the abuses and harshness of this post..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have been hurt! Hurt by someone I thought was least harmful! My best friend! So called! He hurt me so bad that it almost seems like a mockery to even call him my best friend any more. I realize after all this that in reality I never really knew him. That’s where I had the first thought of this post… Are we living the life of a person people see us to be and pretending to be this superficial person, while being our own dirty ugly disgusting self within? I saw the “made up” side of my pseudo best friend ( I hate just saying best friend again and again!) and then suddenly I caught a glimpse of this ugly side! N a side so ugly that I was shocked! I wanted to run away from everything to a place where I didn’t have to trust anyone! This was a moment where I thought my trust in fact my faith in a person was lost forever. Suddenly I felt, what if everything I ever believed in came to an end just like this image! I feel so angry with him for hurting me so bad. I never knew I would do this but I want to curse him! My fingers are a little jittery as I type this in but I am too overpowered by hatred for him right now! I curse him to miss me every single moment and not have any way of getting in touch with me. I want him to feel guilty for all that he did for me and never be able to apologize for it! I want him to read all the bullshit emails he sent me and cry at each word that he wrote! I want him to cry so loud that he needs a pillow to cover his mouth while crying! I wish he chokes on that pillow! I wish he cries for help at a time when only I can hear him! I wish he calls my name and screams out for me and gets terrified when he does not find me with him! I wish he sees me extremely happy with someone else who knows how to take care of me and does everything that he was not ready to do and dies of jealousy! I wish he has to smile on my wedding day when I am in the arms of the most gorgeously affectionate guy and he is all alone! I wish he does not get to sleep! I wish he can never sleep peacefully. I wish I haunt all his dreams whenever he wants to sleep! I wish his birthday this year gets him horrible news and he cries all day! I wish he feels hurt and dejected! I wish he feels ignored and not loved and cared for I wish he is taken for granted by someone he wants to give his life for! I wish he is never happy personally whatever he may do for himself professionally! I wish he cuts his hand 7 times for the letters in my name! I wish he never enjoys a single party he goes to! I wish every time he sits to drink he thinks of me and cries! I wish he cant develop any sinful habit to give him relief and peace from my thoughts and the guilt of what he did to me! I wish he never realizes the pleasure of having erotic Sex! I wish he never really makes love to anyone! I wish he sees my face in every girl he thinks of dating! I wish he cries and begs to God to be able to meet me to apologize and he never manages to do that! I wish I could slap him really hard!! I wish I really could tell him what a jerk he is and how much I hate him!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wish that he dies the most painful death ever!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; He tells me at the end.. “If you still wanna be friends I will be more than happy” Blah! No! You motherfucking bastard!!!!! I never wanna see your fucked up face again in my entire life!!!! You take your filthy fucked up brain somewhere and go fuck itself even harder! Go screw your own happiness cuz nobody is even interested in doing that for you! Go die someplace! Get lost you asshole!! You are such a looser!!!! You fucked up my beautiful dream so bad! I am never going to forgive you for this! Never! Ever!! No matter how much my heart tells me to..! I am ready to go to hell for not forgiving you and for cursing you but I want you to die of my curses! I want you to drown in your own tears!!! The only sound you hear should be my voice and I won’t respond to you! The only face you see should be mine and that will fill you with guilt for how you treated me! Go fuck yourself someplace and never reach an orgasm! Bastard!&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398391311463765147-6648968592949883912?l=meadamselinhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/feeds/6648968592949883912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398391311463765147&amp;postID=6648968592949883912&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/6648968592949883912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/6648968592949883912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-turns-to-hatred.html' title='Love Turns To Hatred!'/><author><name>Thinking Soul...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13191566110900730214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SNiMdirKO-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ovDxwJHS1Ac/S220/Music+I+listen+to.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SMD461OPz3I/AAAAAAAAAyY/dB1rGGz_Di8/s72-c/Love+Turns+Hate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398391311463765147.post-2203450087014755428</id><published>2008-07-28T03:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:55:21.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Woman..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SI6wushdoEI/AAAAAAAAAto/gpwL7g6mB0E/s1600-h/Perfect+Woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SI6wushdoEI/AAAAAAAAAto/gpwL7g6mB0E/s320/Perfect+Woman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228310533695709250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU"&gt;Sometimes it just amazes me to see the difference in ideologies and basically expectations that women have from men and vice versa. A woman whispers in her man’s ear “&lt;/span&gt;You don't have to be perfect, to be perfect for me” But is it true even for a guy? Ever heard a guy say that? Unless he is drunk or desperate to get laid… Somewhere deep down men still expect their girl to be perfect despite all odds. Even when its pouring hard a mascara shouldn’t find its way on your cheek… So is it that a woman cannot look ugly..? ever? Is this the reason why all beauty creams first came for the women? And now when even women expect things a little close to perfection from their men… the men still rule the roost! A man leaves his clothes all over the place- he is just busy.. His hair is ruffled and he looks like a mess- he is straight out of the bed and is sporting the sexy look.. But for a woman? She can never be messed up or she is unorganized and clumsy and that’s not how woman should be… who decides this by the way?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398391311463765147-2203450087014755428?l=meadamselinhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/feeds/2203450087014755428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398391311463765147&amp;postID=2203450087014755428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/2203450087014755428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/2203450087014755428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/2008/07/perfect-woman.html' title='The Perfect Woman..!!'/><author><name>Thinking Soul...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13191566110900730214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SNiMdirKO-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ovDxwJHS1Ac/S220/Music+I+listen+to.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SI6wushdoEI/AAAAAAAAAto/gpwL7g6mB0E/s72-c/Perfect+Woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398391311463765147.post-1206936281880218954</id><published>2008-07-28T03:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T23:02:02.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Mood Controller..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SI6yVYso23I/AAAAAAAAAtw/QQl9kvjmfrA/s1600-h/Mood+controller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SI6yVYso23I/AAAAAAAAAtw/QQl9kvjmfrA/s320/Mood+controller.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228312297900399474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU"&gt;It’s amazing to know the power of one single expression. One minute you are standing and looking at a worn out disheartened face in the bathroom mirror with a blade in one hand ready to slit her wrists and put an end to her miseries and the next moment just one expression turns her life upside down. She feels lit up again. Just one message! Everything starts seeming right in place once again. So the question is: Can you give someone the power to control all your moods and more importantly is it even fair? You decide to put an end to your life and this “mood controller” does not even know about it, and then suddenly he just saves you and gets you back to life without even knowing about it. The heart really does exist then I guess… How else could you explain all these illogical feelings and emotions…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398391311463765147-1206936281880218954?l=meadamselinhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/feeds/1206936281880218954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398391311463765147&amp;postID=1206936281880218954&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/1206936281880218954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/1206936281880218954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/2008/07/mr-mood-controller.html' title='Mr Mood Controller..!'/><author><name>Thinking Soul...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13191566110900730214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SNiMdirKO-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ovDxwJHS1Ac/S220/Music+I+listen+to.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SI6yVYso23I/AAAAAAAAAtw/QQl9kvjmfrA/s72-c/Mood+controller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398391311463765147.post-2918917313265738246</id><published>2008-07-28T03:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T23:08:16.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression takes a toll!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SI6zrHKrNSI/AAAAAAAAAuA/ZRMMiUnDPF4/s1600-h/Depression2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SI6zrHKrNSI/AAAAAAAAAuA/ZRMMiUnDPF4/s320/Depression2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228313770663294242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a monster some people can suddenly become. I never thought I would feel this way. Is this really depression? What could be worse than getting up in the middle of the night and thinking of ways to kill yourself? Sometimes I wish I could numb myself to certain emotions, no amount of painkillers can help then. Sometimes you just feel like sleeping and never waking up again. You can’t even think clearly of what you want to do. Its not that you are thinking something at length, there is actually just no thinking. No amount of tears help. All they can give you is a sore looking face but that’s that. How can I feel so hated and dejected!! What more is needed to be happy? Is it never ever going to come my way? Am I wasting my time looking for some and expecting it to be mine. Nothing seems right. Nothing seems right! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398391311463765147-2918917313265738246?l=meadamselinhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/feeds/2918917313265738246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398391311463765147&amp;postID=2918917313265738246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/2918917313265738246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/2918917313265738246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/2008/07/depression-takes-toll.html' title='Depression takes a toll!'/><author><name>Thinking Soul...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13191566110900730214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SNiMdirKO-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ovDxwJHS1Ac/S220/Music+I+listen+to.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SI6zrHKrNSI/AAAAAAAAAuA/ZRMMiUnDPF4/s72-c/Depression2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398391311463765147.post-8956840724863114146</id><published>2008-07-28T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T23:14:40.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SoulMate!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SI61SoVUzlI/AAAAAAAAAuI/MFi3QExWyos/s1600-h/Soulmate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SI61SoVUzlI/AAAAAAAAAuI/MFi3QExWyos/s320/Soulmate.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228315549092859474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU"&gt;Sometimes I wonder...Is there really a soulmate for everyone? Is there really any sense in this concept? Why do relationships seem so transitory? They are good but always seem transitory? How long do you need to wait for a soulmate to come by? Or is it like a search for a treasure that does not really exist… Is this also one of those well kept secrets something like the santa cluse story! Is’nt it better to jus be a kid again and be able to believe again. Does growing up mean accepting to stop believing, to stop expecting anything from anyone and to loose faith in everything you felt so sure of. Is this a process of realizing that there actually is no meaning to the term “happiness?” Everyone defines it for themselves. Everyone finds a man and then start compromizing, adjusting and changing to fit into his perception of "beauty!" And then they call this 'someone' their soulmate...What I wonder is- if everyone can do it.. why is it soo hard for me?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398391311463765147-8956840724863114146?l=meadamselinhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/feeds/8956840724863114146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398391311463765147&amp;postID=8956840724863114146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/8956840724863114146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/8956840724863114146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/2008/07/soulmate.html' title='SoulMate!!!'/><author><name>Thinking Soul...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13191566110900730214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SNiMdirKO-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ovDxwJHS1Ac/S220/Music+I+listen+to.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SI61SoVUzlI/AAAAAAAAAuI/MFi3QExWyos/s72-c/Soulmate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398391311463765147.post-3430991358227152939</id><published>2008-07-28T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T01:07:53.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SI7P0LBkTLI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/yBq-A6lGe8E/s1600-h/Wait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SI7P0LBkTLI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/yBq-A6lGe8E/s320/Wait.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228344712643234994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU"&gt;I see beauty all around me,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU"&gt;But I cant see you…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU"&gt;I hear the birds sing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU"&gt;I hear the raindrops splatter on my window sill&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU"&gt;But I don’t hear your sweet voice.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU"&gt;I touch velvety petals&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU"&gt;The winds gently touch my skin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU"&gt;But I crave for your touch&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU"&gt;Suddenly the only music to me is the sound of your voice…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU"&gt;They say Love changes you, I never agreed…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU"&gt;Now I know…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU"&gt;Your favourite Tv show does not seem interesting anymore,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU"&gt;Your friends don’t seem to make you laugh anymore&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU"&gt;Your favourite drink doesn’t seem to give you a high anymore&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU"&gt;With tobacco in my lungs and smoke all around &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU"&gt;I still don’t feel numb to the pain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU"&gt;Of being away from you…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU"&gt;These strange ways of life are so tough to understand &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU"&gt;These emotions are so tough to understand&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU"&gt;I know you are away for a reason &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU"&gt;A reason the world calls great&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU"&gt;Then why doesn’t my heart understand&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU"&gt;My mind fights with my heart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU"&gt;N no one wins the battle…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU"&gt;I loose, I suffer, I bleed…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU"&gt;I dream of a time when we will be together&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU"&gt;N there’ll be no wait…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU"&gt;No tears on my pillow..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU"&gt;No smoke to get me numb&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU"&gt;I love you… I love us..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU"&gt;I wish we could be together… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398391311463765147-3430991358227152939?l=meadamselinhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/feeds/3430991358227152939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398391311463765147&amp;postID=3430991358227152939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/3430991358227152939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/3430991358227152939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-miss-you.html' title='I Miss You..!'/><author><name>Thinking Soul...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13191566110900730214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SNiMdirKO-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ovDxwJHS1Ac/S220/Music+I+listen+to.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SI7P0LBkTLI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/yBq-A6lGe8E/s72-c/Wait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398391311463765147.post-3336078948686626741</id><published>2007-05-21T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T01:11:49.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tangled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SI7QvrHFjQI/AAAAAAAAAug/FEARcyaT1xA/s1600-h/Bride1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SI7QvrHFjQI/AAAAAAAAAug/FEARcyaT1xA/s320/Bride1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228345734868602114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are relationships so complicated? I always thought I was great at handling people's emotions..I mean whats wrong with me?I am sensitive to people's thoughts and I am truly good at advicing ppl and have in many ways helped them out in awkward situations..but the same kinda relationship issues dat seem too simple to handle for others is just such a big headache if its ur own..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time da emotions are urs n there's no use seekin help from someone else cuz then they give u da same crap u've been passin around to others...did i hear someone say "wht goes around comes around" at this....?yaya i know all dat I've been sayin dat too..!!so now where can dis lonely sole go for help...she's always been the giver now suddenly when she wants to take..she cant seem to decide who's gonna be ready to do it!!na na...da issue's not sooo simple..not everyone can advice her outa da mess..she's just too smart for all dat philosophical bullshit!&lt;br /&gt;she is logical..and very practical even though she's fixed up in a situation where emotions rule high yet she needs her partner to logically justify why he does whatever he does....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime a relationship begins its all roses....u see da world thru rose tinted glasses...every new relationship brings with it loads of new promises...u tend to see cupid glarin into ur eye while da man bends on his knees for u tellin u, with da most truthful eyes ever, dat he is madly in love with u n u are the beauty of his dull life.......&lt;br /&gt;for a moment things are gr8...u thank God thinkin....wow!this is da man...he loves me!he's trustworthy, he's da one n he's never ever gonna betray my trust in him...n blah n blah n blah&lt;br /&gt;suddenly u feel like juliet dipped in love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a few months its time to face reality. sure he does'nt have da same problems as ur ex. but then is'nt it awesome to find some absolutely fresh new problems. a bundle of emotional stress an extra emotional baggage..anger n frustration starts seepin in until u finally ask urself da BIG question.......why did i fall for dis jerk in da first place??????&lt;br /&gt;i mean wht gives him the right to talk to me like dat...does'ne he have ne sense of hw a girl shud be respected???n den dose men jokes dat usually find the "girlfrens" to be da "hitlers" with da guys having to bear it all like they were some poor lill babies...crap!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u suddenly realise dat u are thinkin of breaking it up!n wait the worst is yet to come..the worry of da break up is not hw u are gonna deal with it...its abt hw da world's gonna deal with it? their reactions....ahhh one more relationship down da drain for this girl..whts with her neway?she luks fine..sweet infact hw can she drive men away so easy???&lt;br /&gt;n dere sits da damsel in a world of ppl thinkin "her" to be the cause...thinkin of her to be a "lesser woman"...dat gets da damsel in hell..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398391311463765147-3336078948686626741?l=meadamselinhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/feeds/3336078948686626741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398391311463765147&amp;postID=3336078948686626741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/3336078948686626741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398391311463765147/posts/default/3336078948686626741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meadamselinhell.blogspot.com/2007/05/tangled.html' title='Tangled'/><author><name>Thinking Soul...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13191566110900730214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SNiMdirKO-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ovDxwJHS1Ac/S220/Music+I+listen+to.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ABTkbdXds/SI7QvrHFjQI/AAAAAAAAAug/FEARcyaT1xA/s72-c/Bride1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
