<?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-20963377</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:08:09.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>personification!!</title><subtitle type='html'>"The tasks are done and the tears are shed. Yesterday's errors let yesterday cover; Yesterday's wounds, which smarted and bled, Are healed with the healing that night has shed."

-Sarah Chauncey Woolsey</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personifications.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963377/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personifications.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SciFi:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05809411726586817235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963377.post-1693540236079535019</id><published>2008-04-29T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T01:02:40.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A world of Nothingness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days go by and turn into months... and I still continue to live in the world of       Nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;A world that I once loathed...has now become part of my existence.&lt;br /&gt;the quiteness has overrided the peace to  become a menace..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has bestowed all its pleasures on me...&lt;br /&gt;But The happiness That it supposedly brings, I still fail to see..&lt;br /&gt;as  'creating art'...a one thing i most loved&lt;br /&gt;has been taken away from me... ripped off and shoved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrapped in the blanket of solitude and seclusion,&lt;br /&gt;my heart aches for one hint of illusion..&lt;br /&gt;where I will begin to write again...&lt;br /&gt;and will be free of the stint and the pain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscillating from a state of presence to the state of nothingness...&lt;br /&gt;I crave for a real existence..a prereflective mode of being...&lt;br /&gt;to set the picture I painted for myself right...&lt;br /&gt;and fill it with colours vibrant and bright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963377-1693540236079535019?l=personifications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personifications.blogspot.com/feeds/1693540236079535019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963377&amp;postID=1693540236079535019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963377/posts/default/1693540236079535019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963377/posts/default/1693540236079535019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personifications.blogspot.com/2008/04/world-of-nothingness-days-go-by-and.html' title=''/><author><name>SciFi:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05809411726586817235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963377.post-5971707790920681346</id><published>2007-06-14T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T05:13:32.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                               WONDER DAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Journey towards an untraveled, unknown and unpredictable road began on 20th of Feb'07...&lt;br /&gt;I reached the airport and was received by my dads friend, who dropped me off to the place of our accommodation . I was relieved and happy to see that we were provided a villa- a bungalow with 4 rooms, 2 for each girl, it had a TV sofas beds tables etc etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was left alone  in an unknown place amidst unknown people. My mind and heart was full of apprehensions. I wasn't sure If i'll be able to survive the long two months that lay ahead of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To add more to my dismay, a girl who was to be my roommate came-in, and I thought that she had a little attitude problem and that we might not gel well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then I went down to get a sim card for myself, and thats when i met my first friend in ilp- annishika.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was a great relief to meet her, as I thought I had found someone I clould remain with  and spend the rest of the days .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As night took over, I started feeling more lonesome and depressed at the thought of being far away in the state of Orissa  far away from family and friends. Nidhi, my roommate, came in much later after arranging a stay for her brother. We talked a bit and then dozed off to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;                   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next day morning, we were to report to the ILP campus at 7:45AM.. So, we hurridely got ready and  boarded the bus.  There, I met another girl , which I dint know at that time , would be one among the close frds i would have by the end of 2 months. Munmun her name was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was a very different feeling as it was the first day at work for all of us. We were no more students. But professionals working in Indias biggest IT company. There was a certain kind of behavior expected from us, and I wondered if we'll be able to match up to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nevertheless, the day went on, and we had a series of lectures on various aspects of the corporate world, and specifically  the ILP. In the course of which I made a few more friends. Some of us clicked instantly. Groups were made by the end of the three day induction program, where a coulpe of Delhi'ites remained together and so did the northies and southies. I also figured out that my roomie was no whr close to being a quite girl or the one with attitude. She was sweet, cool, talkitive and extremely wonderful. I was lucky to have her in my room!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We were a group of 8 girls to beign with, who hung around together. Me, anni, munmun, nidhi, mishki( the cutiepie) richa, pragya and khushboo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then came the weekend, and all of us made plans to go for a movie ( though none of us were still at peace with the fact of being in bhubaneshwar)A nice evening was spent at CCD after a nice and a light movie. All in all , we enjoyed each others company and were relieved at having each other .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;                  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then began the journey of unforgettable events and indelible memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We were all divided into separate batches and I was the only one of the 8 in mine. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Again my thoughts started wandering . I felt lonesome during the first few days in the class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But then, I met this girl Chitra( my bestest buddy today)  and we instantly clicked with each other. It never felt as if we were new frds and had just met. She made me feel important, and good and we shared an awesome frd'ship thereafter. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One person that I have to talk about apart from these is 'Sumeet Lodha' this name can make me smile even in the worst of my mood. And this guy is a gem in the real sense of the word- a total sweetheart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My teddy as I call him , has been a source of  happiness for me throughout the ILP. One of My best buddies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The other people I hung out with in my class, were Neha, Shilpy, Rajib, Tarun, Mandhar and Subhash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All of them were v nice people, and grt frds too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So in contrast to my earlier fears that I might not make any frds, here I had 2 big groups of frds, All of whom i was in love with!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then came the next weekend, and a huge gang of us decided to go to Chilika- a lake of clear waters and dolphins.  It was the clearest lakes I have ever seen in India- we could see the dolphins deep below the blue waters- truly an amazing sight.I will not go into the description of the trip or it will take me another few pages to narrate it. But the bottom line is that it was hell lot of a fun! Lots of food, fun and masti which included music( guitars songs n more..). Besides we got to know a lot of other guys from the batch. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The weekdays used to keep us all very busy and occupied with a lot of studies, assignments and work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the weekend was brining  the first big exam! I was scared to death, cos I belong to a research background, and here I was surrounded with all the high fundoo IT books in the world and all IT engineers around me. I was sure I would flunk. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Through out the Weekend we were burning the midnight lamp.... gave the exam on monday and also  to my relief and proud passed it with a n E-3 score. ( which is good considering my batchmates who got an E-2 inspite of being  from an IT background.)..I know they will kill m eon readin this;) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the next term, was a new one, as it not only  made me learn a lot of new  subjects at workplace but also gave me new and most cherished of all frd.(s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we met this gang of guys- and decided to go with them for our next trip to konark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We knew them and spoke to them, but never went out with them and so were skeptical about the whole thing. But as the day went by, we realized that som eof those guys were simply too sweet and nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Abhishek, jayesh, onkar , ranjeet and sharda are a few that i can name at the moment. The trip was a success, and we once again had a fun of our lifetime. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We went to the temple and then had lunch in a stinky restaurant and then finally reached the most awaited of all places – Chandrabhaga Beach!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The most brilliant beach I have seen so far. I t has such strong currents that it can take away a person and gulp him down in minutes. And still, We all  ( stupidly brave ) held hands and went right inside the beach. The currents could sweep us all of, but we still kept holding on to each other  in th emiddle of the beach! I must say, It took away all of the tiredness that had accumulated during the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was time to return home, and thats when I met the most dumbling dufferling sweetheart friend I have today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was on our way back in the bus that i met him. He came n sat next to me, and we chatted about all the things in the world, for 3 hours till we reached home. So at the end of the trip, I had made a best friend, some one Iam going to cherish having for the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then the following one month passed really quickly, as me abhi, and others would hang out together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Specially me and abhishek .. we could talk for hours tirelessly. I remem,ber this particular day, when I was in no mood of going back to the villa, as all my roomies had a night shift and i was free after a day shift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me ranjeet and abhishek letf office, and sat at a chabutra near our villas. We kept sitting there and talkin for almost 2 hours. Ranjeet came as a total surprise to me. I had never thought that such a sweet person lay beneath him. He made me laugh like crazy that day. I still laugh thinking of his funny ways and jokes. After that me and abhi went to udipi ( how can i forget to mention about UDIPI-i shall do that in just a moment.) and sat agian for over an hour, after which we took a long walk of again an hours... Huh!! so much of talkin and so much of walking!! It was awesome in every way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;UDIPI :  well it was a small dingy hotel, where u get nothing but south indian food like idli dosa uttapam and pooris., Along with some burnt Tea and  horribly strong coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Also let me tell u , this was the place because of which we could survive our two months at bhubaneshwar! The coolest hang out place for all.... a place that gave us food at untimely hours and Tea when we needed it the most. I never thought I'll ver say this at that time, but I miss this place the most. U could almost always find us there  on the mornings of weekends all cuddled up in a corner drinkin Tea n eating idly with dreamy eyes and tired minds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Weeks passed on and  we had many such trips to places like puri, jagannath temple , nico park etc etc.....then came the last one week of our stay at ILP. By this time we were all soo attached to each other and so used to each other that it gave me shivers to think that we'll all part ways in just a week more. I have not mentioned 80% of the things here, if i did , one would know y we felt that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I forgot to talk about all the hard hours  in the lab where we worked on our projects, based on which we were going to be given our ratings for the first quarter. From morning 8 to night 10 , we slogged , wokrd on the saturday sundays too.... and still took some time off, for fun!!  but we enjoyed all the fun in the lab too..as we were free and thr was no one to really watch us, we  work ed on our own terms, and that made it a lot of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I also forgot to mention about my worst days- the time when i felt sick! It was the most horrible kind of stomach pain I have ever had. It was so bad, that I had to be admitted in the hospital, and givena whole lot of  injections , drips and medication.  It was then that i saw the real side of my roomies..mishki nidhi and mummun..they took so much care of me absolutely  selflessly..... ! My illness kept bothering me again n again during the ilp and still does, but it made no diff to my fun :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;coming back to the last week of our ilp. I t was on the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; last day of ilp that me and abhishek went shopping to buy gifts for our moms.. Its a different feelin when u shop for ur parents from ur first salary, and we too could feel the same joy. Both of us got a beautiful saree for our moms. We could nt wait to c it on our mothers. WE then went for  a dinner at ginger., a place where i wanted to go since the begining but could not go cos of a lack of enthusiasm in my frds for eatin gout!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was again a memorable outing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the last day, after we all received our appointment letters, We all decided to write some memos for the people who matter to us. And so we exchanged letters and memos and oneliners about each other whcih made us all v senti and sad...but it soon vanished when we started a  huge photosession.... of the entire class, and of our group . We clicked photos in every pose possible, acting like one bunch of smart dudes. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess, I wont be able to put in everything here, and so I will stop. I  have not described the relationship i shared with half my frs, the kind of people they were, my experience at work, my facilitators, all the cribbing we did about almost everything at ilp..n a lot more...!! But I guess ill write some other day about small incidents that have made a mark in my life.. some other time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For now all I can say is, That when I had joined ILP I had never imagined that I will end up having such fond memories.... that would last me a lifetime...and make such wonderful friends whom ill cherish  throughout. And today i feel very happy for being a part of the ILP BBSR feb'07.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;With lots of love&lt;br /&gt;Sakshi Shrivastava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963377.post-116037538922055594</id><published>2006-10-08T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T23:35:21.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FORMATTING THE PAGES OF LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlocking the mysteries of my mind...&lt;br /&gt;realizing the deeprooted but silent fear that resides...abyss of insecurities....&lt;br /&gt;that has begun to seize the powers of my heart n mind...&lt;br /&gt;i feel prisioned...by my own thoughts...limitations created by my own self....&lt;br /&gt;caught in the struggle...a struggle of existance...of carrying a home for fulfillin societal expectations or unleashing from it to be what i want to be...&lt;br /&gt;an eagle who rises higher n higher...with a flight and a vision&lt;br /&gt;or a seagull who remains bounded...by limitation of its own mind...&lt;br /&gt;i have to understand the finer nuancesof every facet of life...&lt;br /&gt;break free from the values which are not mine...and the guilt of not abiding by them....&lt;br /&gt;build a life of my own dreams...an unrestricted flow of actions...&lt;br /&gt;release myself from the clutches of the shadows..&lt;br /&gt;and organize the pieces of a disarrayed puzzle..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963377-116037538922055594?l=personifications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personifications.blogspot.com/feeds/116037538922055594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963377&amp;postID=116037538922055594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963377/posts/default/116037538922055594'/><link 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writing...&lt;br /&gt;though i really dunno..wots goin to come out of it...but i still want to write...&lt;br /&gt;Its one of those days when i revert back into my past to look at all that i have been...all the events that have occured..&lt;br /&gt;all that i have become because of those events..all that i wanted to be..and all that ...that I am not..!I dont want to sound as if i have had a horrible past...i have not..&lt;br /&gt;but its just a few incidents that sometimes happen..which changes ones life...its just those few that was talkin about..&lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted to be a winner...Right on the top....ahead of everyone else...flyin high..touching the sky...&lt;br /&gt;...i wish i had the wings to fly...i would have gone far by now...beyond the imaginations...higher than the highest!&lt;br /&gt;But the fact is that i dont have wings...i cant fly...besides, I have my limitations...limitations that being a girl puts on u.&lt;br /&gt;I have the dreams...but but no space to spread its wings...&lt;br /&gt;Even in the little space i have...Iam bounded...i can move only as much as iam allowed to...the space that my bosses decide for me...&lt;br /&gt;i have to do what they think is right...i can rise, only if they let me!&lt;br /&gt;I feel restricted...and it gets so suffocating at times...Y cant i have my own ideas and implement them...if it works..it will benefit everyone..&lt;br /&gt;if it fails ..it will be my failure...but atleast i will be satiated!&lt;br /&gt;I have lost My nerves...my mind is not at peace.....working was my passion..now i have lost the fervour..&lt;br /&gt;I can see my dreams slipping away from my hands...i try holding them tighter...still no use...right before my eyes..they are getting coalesced with the sands of time..fading away...&lt;br /&gt;The fire withn me is charring my innerself...unable to foster itslef...&lt;br /&gt;I have nurtured my hopes for too long now...saturnine expressions are now taking over...&lt;br /&gt;But..iam not going to relent...i will not get lost in the crowd..I will not let them hold me back...I will not follow the path set by others for me...&lt;br /&gt;i will make my own...and shine all through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"when the goings get tought..the tough gets going, when u cant find a way..you have to make one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963377-114741568063406754?l=personifications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personifications.blogspot.com/feeds/114741568063406754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963377&amp;postID=114741568063406754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963377/posts/default/114741568063406754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963377/posts/default/114741568063406754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personifications.blogspot.com/2006/05/on-cartwheel-of-dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>SciFi:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05809411726586817235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963377.post-114190689811604695</id><published>2006-03-09T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T23:41:33.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Womens day-a  day to ponder!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;Here comes again...a day where the women rock and all the poor men look at us in an utter dismay...its womens day!!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;All the women in my department are dressed in saree's ;some in ethnic ones,some in their own traditional style and yet another representing an epitome of modernism.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;There is an atmosphere full of cheer, merrism and colours.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;No one seems to be working , groups of ppl are seen on alternate desks with small bursts of laughter at intervals.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;Its the time to celebrate ;a day to pay tribute -to the nucleus and the core formers of the society-to womenhood!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;Well looking at the happy faces-i begin analysing the essence of all this-of womens day!&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;Is there any true meaning that it holds?Does the society really give the women&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;their due respect?Are we ourselves able to go out and achive whatever we want?&lt;br /&gt;Are we allowed to take up a career of our choice?Are we able to express ourselves and voice out our opinions as freely as men are able to?Do we have a choice at all?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;Well i dont think it will take even a second to get an answer to all these-its straight and simple.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;The truth remains that even today,as the society boasts of being equal,of women having equal rights, at being at par with the men,the hard core mentality of most people remains the same.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;If the change really has to be made,it has to be from the core.Just by getting out n trying to prove to others that we are something,would not make us that.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;We have to believe in womenism. Others have to believe in it.They need to understand the role that a women plays&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and come to respect it&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;not just in words but in actions and in attitude.The fact that a women plays (and plays it well to-)so many roles that a man cant even think of. She is a mother, a wife, a daughter, a friend, a daughter-in-law, a homemaker…n finally a professional and she potrays all of these roles with full sincerity.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;She gives her entire self,just to bring a smile on her childs face or just for the good of her family.She sacrifices,compromises,gives-and all that unconditionally.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;So the bottom line is, if womenhood has to be celebrated, first there is a need to respect her basic self- only then comes the question of&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;what has been or can be achieved by todays modern women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;Womenhood does not lie in being successful-it lies in the spirit of just&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;being a women!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963377-114190689811604695?l=personifications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personifications.blogspot.com/feeds/114190689811604695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963377&amp;postID=114190689811604695' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963377/posts/default/114190689811604695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963377/posts/default/114190689811604695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personifications.blogspot.com/2006/03/womens-day-day-to-ponder-here-comes.html' title=''/><author><name>SciFi:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05809411726586817235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963377.post-114188023680924332</id><published>2006-03-08T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T23:42:19.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Searching for a meaning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Early in the morning this thought crossed my mind...what am i doing with my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what am i living for?Is this the kind of life i have imagined for myself....?There is only one answer to all of these-NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is a choice that i have-to live a life that most of the people around me do-a life full of superficiality,shallowness and complexity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or a life of simplicity.Now with simplicity i do not mean a simple outlook,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By the word simple i mean, the simplicity of thoughts,an ability to think deep,to think SIMPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have come across many people, even my own friends, who rate simplicity based on the kind of clothes the person wears.I have always wondered, if thats how simplicity is accounted for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iam a person,who is regarded as very stylish,i keep getting comments like-"u dress very smartly, or that u carry urself damn well..u got a great dressing sense etc etc- now that does not make me not simple!Simplicity arises from within-from the way one thinks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from the attitude that one carries towards life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have always wanted to lead a life where there is much more meaning than just chilling out with friends and havin fun all the time.Now again,Iam a v fun loving person,who knows how to enjoy life-but then life doesnt end there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I imagine a life where i have more to look forward to-more meaning-more depth-broader perspective-high thinking-!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I dont want to waste my years just like that-having fun, and achieving nothing.Everyday of my life seems to be just the same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wake up in the morning, go for work(where again,iam working half the time, n the other half we seem to have no work-killing time again)..come bk home in the evng,n go out again wid friends who have been waiting for u-which leaves no choice for u to say a no, u dont want to hurt them obviously.by the time iam back home..its time to sleep!n this goes on...every single day of my life...it pinches me..gives me a terrible sense of dissatisfaction with myself.And it results in enormous anger,irritation and frustration leading to stress!My efforts of being nice for all these days goes waste.I gain nothing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All my plans of going to the gym,joining a computer class, going for an art of living class adding some meaning to my life...etc etc...goes in vain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N who is to be blamed?Me ofcourse!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I sometimes feel i have dual personality-someone who wants to have fun-but at the same time,who is scared that she is losing out on time n on life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its not that i do not have the determination to do things,its not even that i dont have time do things-its just that in trying to please everyone around me-i tend to displease myself.I want to be among the goodbooks of my friends and for that i have to go out with them, and do everything that they do-whether its sitting in the canteen for hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and wasting time, or its simply bunking lectures and doing smthg that totally disintersts me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everytime i try n put forward my word-tell ppl that lets do smthg constuctive with our lives-i hear them sayin-sakshi has gone mad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She is a scholar-she always wants to study-she is not attched to us-she this she that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I cant do anything-i cant live w/o them and i cant keep living with them-this way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the process of my killing time,the  time is killing me!but iam unable to take a step forward n do smthg about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;iam swayed away by the crowd-a crowd that i dont belong to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963377-114188023680924332?l=personifications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personifications.blogspot.com/feeds/114188023680924332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963377&amp;postID=114188023680924332' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963377/posts/default/114188023680924332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963377/posts/default/114188023680924332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personifications.blogspot.com/2006/03/searching-for-meaning-early-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>SciFi:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05809411726586817235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963377.post-114170363328841462</id><published>2006-03-06T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T23:45:06.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fizyka.phys.put.poznan.pl/%7Epieransk/Physics%20Around%20Us/Rain%20drops%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://fizyka.phys.put.poznan.pl/%7Epieransk/Physics%20Around%20Us/Rain%20drops%2002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Nature-at its best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looking out from the window...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i see freshness all around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the pitter patter of the raindrops..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;swirling leaves..fresh and green...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the cool breeze swaying away the stillness of the noon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the sun is playing hide n seek....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shining behind the grey clouds n spreading its subdued sunrays...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suddenly everything seems beautiful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the bored faces appear bright and live...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the dull spirits revived...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mesmerizing sounds of soft hums..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fills the room with a cheerful lul..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i stand at  my window sipping a hot cup of coffee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n wonder about the creations of God...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so beautiful and pure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nature presenting itself with its best coloures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;filling my heart with enchanting music arising from my soul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reaching my lips... i ache to go out and loosen up in the natures arms...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and pamper my senses with its ecstacy and charms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963377-114170363328841462?l=personifications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personifications.blogspot.com/feeds/114170363328841462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963377&amp;postID=114170363328841462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963377/posts/default/114170363328841462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963377/posts/default/114170363328841462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personifications.blogspot.com/2006/03/nature-at-its-best-looking-out-from.html' title=''/><author><name>SciFi:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05809411726586817235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963377.post-114136688853780215</id><published>2006-03-02T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T23:45:26.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A TOMORROW THATS OVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with waiting until tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;is that when it finally&lt;br /&gt;arrives, it is called today.&lt;br /&gt;Today is yesterday's tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;The question is what did&lt;br /&gt;we do with its opportunity?&lt;br /&gt;All too often we will waste tomorrow as we wasted&lt;br /&gt;yesterday,and as we are wasting today.&lt;br /&gt;All that could have been accomplished can&lt;br /&gt;easily elude us, despite our intentions,&lt;br /&gt;until we inevitably discover that the things&lt;br /&gt;that might have been have slipped from our&lt;br /&gt;embrace a single, unused day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;Each of us must pause frequently to remind ourselves&lt;br /&gt;that the clock is ticking.&lt;br /&gt;The same clock that began to tick from the moment&lt;br /&gt;we drew our first breath will also someday cease.&lt;br /&gt;Time is the great equalizer of all mankind.&lt;br /&gt;It has taken away the best and the worst of us&lt;br /&gt;without regard for either. Time offers opportunity but&lt;br /&gt;demands a sense of urgency.&lt;br /&gt;When the game of life is finally over,&lt;br /&gt;there is no second chance to&lt;br /&gt;correct our errors. The clock that is ticking away&lt;br /&gt;the moments of our lives does&lt;br /&gt;not care about winners and losers.&lt;br /&gt;It does not care about who succeeds or who fails.&lt;br /&gt;It does not care about excuses, fairness or equality.&lt;br /&gt;The only essential issue is how we played the game.&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of a person's current age,&lt;br /&gt;there is a sense of urgency that&lt;br /&gt;should drive them into action now - this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;We should be constantly aware of the value&lt;br /&gt;of each and every moment of our lives -&lt;br /&gt;moments that seem so insignificant that their loss often goes unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;We still have all the time we need.&lt;br /&gt;We still have lots of chances -&lt;br /&gt;lots of opportunities - lots of years to show what we can do.&lt;br /&gt;For most of us, there will be a tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;a next week, a next month, and a next year.&lt;br /&gt;But unless we develop a sense of urgency,&lt;br /&gt;those brief windows of time will be sadly wasted,&lt;br /&gt;as were the weeks and months and years before them.&lt;br /&gt;There isn't an endless supply!&lt;br /&gt;So as you think of your dreams and goals&lt;br /&gt;of your future tomorrow, begin&lt;br /&gt;today to take those very important first&lt;br /&gt;steps to making them all come to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963377-114136688853780215?l=personifications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personifications.blogspot.com/feeds/114136688853780215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963377&amp;postID=114136688853780215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963377/posts/default/114136688853780215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963377/posts/default/114136688853780215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personifications.blogspot.com/2006/03/tomorrow-thats-over-problem-with.html' title=''/><author><name>SciFi:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05809411726586817235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963377.post-114061125674531531</id><published>2006-02-22T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T23:45:43.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SHADES OF ERROR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(this poem was written by my brother..he is multitalented:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The pegion is in the cage,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and so long has it stayed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the dullness of the light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and the frame begins to fade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when hunger strikes with rage,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and jhonny cries in pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the world cares little,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and the day ends in vain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the dark shades of error are showing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the happy days of life are going,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the pegion inside is knowing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the dark shades of error are showing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guns are spilling grudge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and revenge is in the eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thats the way you live,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unh! dont tell me lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the dark shades of error are showing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seeds of panic you are sowing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the land of burden is growing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the dark shades of error are shwoing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>SciFi:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05809411726586817235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963377.post-114060499559469867</id><published>2006-02-22T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T23:46:16.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/2115/1600/Shadow%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/2115/320/Shadow%20008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Rediscovering Myself!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do i say i have learned to  live again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a strange hapiness ..delightful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;filling the empty spaces of my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;discoverin the beautiful colours that life has to offer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and smelling the mild fragnance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i feel as if iam in heaven..but no...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iam in love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have been through the worst phase of my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a heart that was broken...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feelings crushed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and a face pale and flushed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would stand at my window for hours and stare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes the sky askin the Gods y he gave me so much pain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes the sea..comparing its vastness with my own life...so huge yet so lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i would cry endlessely...till sleep conquered me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only to wake up with a swollen face n dried tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whch i myself was scared to see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought my life had ended...i was destroyed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But just then...came an angel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a beautiful companion...and a confidante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from the moment i met him..i knew i had found a friend...someone i could count on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n share my deepest self..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his pure soul...and innocent eyes touched me deep within..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i could breathe again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i learnt the serenity that love beholds...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;few words of affection and little moments of togetherness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;conversations running into hours....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh! i could smile again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time always seemed to play games with us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it passed so quickly whenever we met...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hours seemed like seconds..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we would sit at the sea-side until after the sun would set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but our talks would never end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i have looked into his eyes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n i have seen love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i have looked through his soul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n i have felt love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he has added meaning to my life which i had failed to see..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;struck a chord that i dint know existed within me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i count no more on my wasted tears...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i mourn no more on my lonesome years..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i had begun to faint into a nonexistant..an elf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but now i have found you..and with you i have rediscovered myself....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i want to live and laugh with u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enjoy the moments...old and new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and if the destiny decides against us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we will keep our faith and trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we will fight and we will fend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we might have our highs and our lows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but the seed of love we'll continue to sow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963377-114060499559469867?l=personifications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personifications.blogspot.com/feeds/114060499559469867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963377&amp;postID=114060499559469867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963377/posts/default/114060499559469867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963377/posts/default/114060499559469867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personifications.blogspot.com/2006/02/rediscovering-myself-do-i-say-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>SciFi:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05809411726586817235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963377.post-114041094399581922</id><published>2006-02-19T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T23:46:38.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gazing up in the sky with empty eyes and an aching sigh....an ocean of love they signify...desserted heart..translucent..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i can see the wears...feel the pain..and hear the sobs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yet cant rescue it...no moves nor motions....i simply lie in destiny's arms..losing out on all my calm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963377-114041094399581922?l=personifications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personifications.blogspot.com/feeds/114041094399581922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963377&amp;postID=114041094399581922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963377/posts/default/114041094399581922'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;VALLEY OF FEAR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The dazzling sparks of light and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the crackling sounds of thunderstorm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the kingfisher sitting in fright,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;indicate a trouble of some form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The gloomy hill top knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the end is near,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the bright sunshine fears to appear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The atmosphere is tense,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;becasue the human hearts are fenced,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the policy of divide n rule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has separated our souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Verdant green leaves and the vext dim sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all of them know that they'll never be free..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the eerie dark clouds are pouring down their tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;conveying their love for earth, of which they are proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The ocean of bloodshed is found all around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in which many a people are drowned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The orphans are crying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the widow women dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and other griefstricken still in some hope lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;their hearts are filled with grief,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cos ther are treated not like human beings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and are harassed by those cruel reeves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My soul begins to weep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when i hear of the wounds which are so very deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i quiver with fear as itry to look through the moss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emptiness filling me up as i try to find the real cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;behind all the disheartening and gruelling loss!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963377-113732703891668256?l=personifications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personifications.blogspot.com/feeds/113732703891668256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963377&amp;postID=113732703891668256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963377/posts/default/113732703891668256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963377/posts/default/113732703891668256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personifications.blogspot.com/2006/01/valley-of-fear-dazzling-sparks-of.html' title=''/><author><name>SciFi:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05809411726586817235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963377.post-113725710873560465</id><published>2006-01-14T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T23:47:22.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/2115/1600/CA2FWLQ3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/2115/320/CA2FWLQ3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FANTASIES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My world of dreams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of wishful thougths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taking me into the untravelled realms of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happiness occuring in lots..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The fantasies created by my mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the colourful pictures of twilight..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unseemingly pretty at sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but extrememly difficult to find..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The desire to visualize my life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a life unforeseen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but a dream that has been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;into my eyes..into my soul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forever &amp; forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is a burning inside me that mounts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to see the viruality turn into reality,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to make it happen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to have it with me..right here right now!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thoughts so overwhelming,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with touches of oranges and green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to be a women of substance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a beauty of mind and a beauty to see..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My hunt begins from my eys down my heart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for the reasons that lie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;behind all the fantasies..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;analysing the essence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that my eager heart can fence!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But then..left with no answers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i find myself in the cold of ecstacy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of fates legacy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963377-113725710873560465?l=personifications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personifications.blogspot.com/feeds/113725710873560465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963377&amp;postID=113725710873560465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963377/posts/default/113725710873560465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963377/posts/default/113725710873560465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personifications.blogspot.com/2006/01/fantasies-my-world-of-dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>SciFi:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05809411726586817235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963377.post-113725546220657949</id><published>2006-01-14T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T23:47:42.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/2115/1600/rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/2115/320/rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FRAGNANCE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is to live...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is to feel..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is that precious joy that nothin else can bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp; make the voices of my heart sing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sing the beautiful songs of love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of delicate innocence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've loved you from the deepest core of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n now it seems impossible to part with those notions..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which fills each day of my life with cozy emotions!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;U've become a part of my being,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a reason for my existence,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;through your eyes im seeing lifes beauty and essence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Though the feelings are untold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and the passion unshown...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i want u to knw tht my luv for u is true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as pure as a drop of dew..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the bud of love that my eager heart beholds...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that w/o you it'ld make me forloarn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You mean the world to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cos without u i have failed to see..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the serenity that love holds..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i luv to c u smile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for which i can travel a million miles..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i luv to c ur eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;symbolizing innocence...no betrayal nor lies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but the secrets are safe with me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my love unexpressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as i fail to see what is it that you feel for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but when in need to share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just turn around to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and u'll find me there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to bring to you a world of special things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that only caring brings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my love is an arch where through gleams the untravelled world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of affection and care..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whose margins fade forever and forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as one moves on..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963377-113725546220657949?l=personifications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personifications.blogspot.com/feeds/113725546220657949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963377&amp;postID=113725546220657949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963377/posts/default/113725546220657949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963377/posts/default/113725546220657949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personifications.blogspot.com/2006/01/fragnance-love-is-to-live.html' title=''/><author><name>SciFi:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05809411726586817235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963377.post-113725045821244408</id><published>2006-01-14T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T23:47:59.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/2115/1600/path.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/2115/320/path.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GROWING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Im leavin now to slay the foe-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fight the battles high and low,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;im leavin mom, hear me go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please wish me luck today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've grown my wings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i want to fly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seize my victories where they lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;im leavin mom, but please dont cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just let me find my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to see and touch and hear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;though there are dangers there are fears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'll smile my smiles and dry my tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please let me speak my say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Im off to find my world, my dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;carve my niche and sew my seams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but remember, as i sail my streams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'll love u all the way!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963377-113725045821244408?l=personifications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personifications.blogspot.com/feeds/113725045821244408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963377&amp;postID=113725045821244408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963377/posts/default/113725045821244408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963377/posts/default/113725045821244408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personifications.blogspot.com/2006/01/growing-im-leavin-now-to-slay-foe.html' title=''/><author><name>SciFi:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05809411726586817235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963377.post-113724971589465904</id><published>2006-01-14T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T23:48:29.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/2115/1600/Blue%20hills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/2115/320/Blue%20hills.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ATTITUDE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The longer i live, the more i realize the impact of attitude in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is more important to me than a past, education, money, circumstances, failure, sucess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or what people think, say or do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Attitude is more important than appearances being gifted or being skilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It will make or break a company...a church...a home!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The remarkable thing is that we can not change our past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we can not change the fact that people will act in a certain way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we can not change the inevitable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The only thing we can do is to play on the one string we have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and that is our attitude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iam convinced that life is 1% of what happens to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and 90% of how i react to it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963377-113724971589465904?l=personifications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personifications.blogspot.com/feeds/113724971589465904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963377&amp;postID=113724971589465904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963377/posts/default/113724971589465904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963377/posts/default/113724971589465904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://personifications.blogspot.com/2006/01/attitude-longer-i-live-more-i-realize.html' title=''/><author><name>SciFi:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05809411726586817235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963377.post-113724687624290616</id><published>2006-01-14T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T23:48:50.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/2115/1600/sunflower.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/2115/320/sunflower.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LEAVES OF HOPE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Each little flower that blossoms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;each little bird that sings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;each tiny pearl in the oyester,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;each new leaf that sprouts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the quintessence of life and of hope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that springs external from the human sternum,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are emblamatic of life..of hope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shows natures tribute to the inexplicable creator!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963377-113724687624290616?l=personifications.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963377.post-113722061620687119</id><published>2006-01-13T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T23:49:05.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/2115/1600/wow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2545/2115/320/wow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dreaming My Dreams!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cozy emotions budding frm my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;giving way to a whole new persona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that i never thought existed in me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a new thought..a new spirit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blooming new desires...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eagerness to get on with a new life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;full of challenges...hopes and success...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i want to live life to the fullest..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stich my dreams..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life a life that i always fanatasized about..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its time now to set my targets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and zero in on them!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the times of crises are over..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the sleepless nights passed away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anxiousness done away with..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all that remains is the happy times lying ahead of me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh! im aching to live life of my dreams!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963377-113722061620687119?l=personifications.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://personifications.blogspot.com/feeds/113722061620687119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963377&amp;postID=113722061620687119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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