<?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-7759843961520675302</id><updated>2012-02-12T08:33:45.891+04:00</updated><category term='Everyday Life'/><category term='sunset'/><category term='Real Estate'/><title type='text'>Thought Of The Day</title><subtitle type='html'>Thought Of The Day is about free thinking.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-7721166725302794001</id><published>2011-06-24T08:20:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T08:20:02.668+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Solo Guitar</title><content type='html'>In my mind,&lt;br /&gt;In the lime&amp;nbsp;light,&lt;br /&gt;On stage,&lt;br /&gt;There he is&lt;br /&gt;Sweat dropping on his Les Paul.&lt;br /&gt;As he plays, he closes his eyes&lt;br /&gt;His fingers running on the strings, his heart wide open&lt;br /&gt;The notes come naturally, a vibration so strong.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting there watching him&lt;br /&gt;His music to my ears elevates my soul&lt;br /&gt;Soul to Soul communication I call it.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting there watching him&lt;br /&gt;The hair on my arms stand straight&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes too but open up my senses&lt;br /&gt;His music carries me away in the distance&lt;br /&gt;A journey inside my inner world&lt;br /&gt;A peaceful place where life's trash loses its grip on me&lt;br /&gt;I float, float like a feather high in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Exposed to the wind, to the vibes coming from his solo guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-7721166725302794001?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7721166725302794001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/06/solo-guitar.html#comment-form' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/7721166725302794001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/7721166725302794001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/06/solo-guitar.html' title='Solo Guitar'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-3477220648199981544</id><published>2011-06-23T21:38:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T22:01:20.454+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pages are to be turned</title><content type='html'>Its not as sudden as you could think&lt;br /&gt;The signs were there for you to see&lt;br /&gt;But in her arms you were blinded&lt;br /&gt;Its been so long since you last heard it&lt;br /&gt;Now in your ears, this song is repeatedly playing&lt;br /&gt;In sorrows you are writing&lt;br /&gt;These words that she will never see&lt;br /&gt;It hurts it hurts so bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A step at a time&lt;br /&gt;through your fingers she slipped away&lt;br /&gt;Like sand that you try to hold&lt;br /&gt;From this beautiful beach where you never walked&lt;br /&gt;In her eyes you will never see&lt;br /&gt;The love there use to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours hands she used to hold&lt;br /&gt;In his arms she now longs to be&lt;br /&gt;Pages are to be turned.&lt;br /&gt;Be a man about it&lt;br /&gt;If you love somebody&lt;br /&gt;Set them free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind will never die&lt;br /&gt;The time we spent together&lt;br /&gt;But all good times have an end&lt;br /&gt;Indeed as I dry my tears&lt;br /&gt;I say to myself&lt;br /&gt;No regret no sorrows&lt;br /&gt;We lived something great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-3477220648199981544?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3477220648199981544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/06/pages-are-to-be-turned.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/3477220648199981544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/3477220648199981544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2011/06/pages-are-to-be-turned.html' title='Pages are to be turned'/><author><name>Daryl J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573851311814175619</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-2622684764859784738</id><published>2010-12-15T22:42:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T22:42:21.901+04:00</updated><title type='text'>West Side Story</title><content type='html'>Dear All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone draws a gun to solve a parking space problem and if that someone is a magistrate of the supreme court of this country.................then we have a serious problem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a magistrate dares to draw a gun to solve a parking problem, what example is here given to the rest of the population. How can you then&amp;nbsp;expect an habitual criminal to react?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have either a&amp;nbsp;serious stress or attitude&amp;nbsp;problem in this country. Look around you, many think that they can do whatever they want.................who's fault?you tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-2622684764859784738?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/2622684764859784738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/12/west-side-story.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/2622684764859784738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/2622684764859784738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/12/west-side-story.html' title='West Side Story'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-5331409463611973263</id><published>2010-11-09T20:54:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T20:54:26.262+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where was GOD????</title><content type='html'>Sunday night, 23 00. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asleep and I felt my phone vibrating. I looked at the time and thought, “That must some friends cracking jokes, they always do” , and I slept. I ignored the call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, morning came and I saw the message and I felt my blood go cold. I was unable to move, to talk…There was no reaction. The only thing I felt was this shivering and an emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy was a friend. We did not talk often. Actually, we talked very rarely. But I knew him and even if I did not know him totally and that we were not that close, I knew him!! And he was dead!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not like he was sick or had an accident or something. He was snatched from his life. Yeah, just snatched, deprived. By who? By a sick pervert who found it “exciting” to watch two kids, yeah kids, kissing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, did Cedric had to die because he was living the normal life of a 17 years old? Did his girlfriend deserve to be raped because they were simply enjoying their holidays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not think so and I’m sure none of you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to the monster who did that, I hope you get the life sentence and that you rot in hell. And I hope that till your last breath, you see the face of the boy you killed. And everyday of your life, just think about the hopes and dreams you destroyed on that beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace Cedric Matombé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pamela&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-5331409463611973263?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/5331409463611973263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/11/where-was-god.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/5331409463611973263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/5331409463611973263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/11/where-was-god.html' title='Where was GOD????'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-364528295564979980</id><published>2010-11-07T19:47:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T19:47:26.960+04:00</updated><title type='text'>A special thought for a special friend.................</title><content type='html'>A special thought goes to our friend stereophonics who lost his Dad this week end. Tought times for him and family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Church, Father Billy said " life is not an end in itself, other that the physical self that stops its existence, everything else remains, the soul remains. Our current life is only one stage in something larger. This is the basis of our faith. One day we will all meet again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-364528295564979980?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/364528295564979980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/11/special-thought-for-special-friend.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/364528295564979980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/364528295564979980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/11/special-thought-for-special-friend.html' title='A special thought for a special friend.................'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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-7759843961520675302.post-3279249487462564860</id><published>2010-10-25T08:43:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T08:43:05.180+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/TMUJwmRPVzI/AAAAAAAAAFU/QOjlQzR1JwI/s1600/Time+to+grow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/TMUJwmRPVzI/AAAAAAAAAFU/QOjlQzR1JwI/s320/Time+to+grow.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remaining small costs&amp;nbsp;more than stepping outside the comfort zone and grow. So Just do it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;Dario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-3279249487462564860?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3279249487462564860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/10/remaining-small-costs-than-stepping.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/3279249487462564860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/3279249487462564860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/10/remaining-small-costs-than-stepping.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/TMUJwmRPVzI/AAAAAAAAAFU/QOjlQzR1JwI/s72-c/Time+to+grow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-4703691493911390319</id><published>2010-07-20T22:09:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T22:32:44.069+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/TEXpdEbW9ZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qJlLMNvDszc/s1600/Sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/TEXpdEbW9ZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qJlLMNvDszc/s320/Sun.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496055605889529234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be like the Sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sun gives all it can give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In return, all of the flowers, the trees and the plants grow toward it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-4703691493911390319?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4703691493911390319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/07/be-like-sun-sun-gives-all-it-can-give.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/4703691493911390319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/4703691493911390319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/07/be-like-sun-sun-gives-all-it-can-give.html' title='Shine!'/><author><name>Stereophonics -- Ariel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11715627713559489278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SaLTgS0X_hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2LzoiiiDOJc/S220/Ariel+7+July+2008+028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/TEXpdEbW9ZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qJlLMNvDszc/s72-c/Sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-1661913810989798963</id><published>2010-06-08T09:57:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T10:02:02.943+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Je ne veux qu'elle</title><content type='html'>[Marc]&lt;br /&gt;J'ai beau savoir&lt;br /&gt;Ne plus y croire&lt;br /&gt;Je ne veux qu'elle&lt;br /&gt;Je ne veux qu'elle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Claire]&lt;br /&gt;J'ai beau chercher&lt;br /&gt;D'autres rever&lt;br /&gt;Je ne veux qu'il&lt;br /&gt;Je ne veux qu'il&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Marc &amp;amp; Claire]&lt;br /&gt;Et meme si&lt;br /&gt;Nos raisons nous separent&lt;br /&gt;Meme si l'on vit cet amour comme un art&lt;br /&gt;Meme si parfois on fait semblant d'y croire&lt;br /&gt;Autant le vivre meme un peu&lt;br /&gt;Et meme si on garde nos manteaux&lt;br /&gt;Meme si la fin arrive un peu trop tot&lt;br /&gt;J'aurais vecu d'avoir voulu ta peau&lt;br /&gt;On aura aime pour de beau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Claire]&lt;br /&gt;J'ai beau me dire&lt;br /&gt;Q'il faut partir&lt;br /&gt;Je ne veux qu'il&lt;br /&gt;Je ne veux qu'il&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Marc]&lt;br /&gt;J'ai beau chercher&lt;br /&gt;D'autres rever&lt;br /&gt;Je ne veux qu'elle&lt;br /&gt;Je ne veux qu'elle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Marc &amp;amp; Claire]&lt;br /&gt;Et meme si&lt;br /&gt;Nos raisons nous separent&lt;br /&gt;Meme si l'on vit cet amour comme un art&lt;br /&gt;Meme si parfois on fait semblant d'y croire&lt;br /&gt;Autant le vivre meme un peu&lt;br /&gt;Et meme si&lt;br /&gt;On garde nos manteaux&lt;br /&gt;Meme si la fin arrive un peu trop tot&lt;br /&gt;J'aurais vecu d'avoir voulu ta peau&lt;br /&gt;On aura aime pour de beau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Claire]&lt;br /&gt;Et meme si&lt;br /&gt;[Marc]&lt;br /&gt;J'ai beau savoir&lt;br /&gt;[Claire]&lt;br /&gt;Nos raisons nous separent&lt;br /&gt;Meme si l'on vit&lt;br /&gt;[Marc]&lt;br /&gt;Ne plus y croire&lt;br /&gt;[Claire]&lt;br /&gt;Cet amour comme un art&lt;br /&gt;Meme si parfois&lt;br /&gt;Je fais semblant d'y croire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Marc]&lt;br /&gt;Je ne veux qu'elle&lt;br /&gt;[Claire]&lt;br /&gt;Autant le vivre meme un peu&lt;br /&gt;[Marc]&lt;br /&gt;Je ne veux qu'elle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-1661913810989798963?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1661913810989798963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/06/je-ne-veux-quelle.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/1661913810989798963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/1661913810989798963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/06/je-ne-veux-quelle.html' title='Je ne veux qu&apos;elle'/><author><name>Daryl J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573851311814175619</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-7759843961520675302.post-7458739555067294808</id><published>2010-04-17T07:31:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T08:44:29.260+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who will I vote for?</title><content type='html'>Who will get my 3 votes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the big question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I tell you that I am a creole. Further what if I tell you that I was at last Saturday's FCM meeting at Saint Mary's College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the above give you an indication of who I will vote for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you are dead wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there simply just out of curiosity. I've heard so much about it that I had to figure out what it was really up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard about the manisfesto, I heard from the leaders and I've heard the members also. Well so long that there exist Voices of X or Y, then I believe it makes perfect sense for the FCM to exist. This said, if it was up to me I would immediately disband and outlaw all the FCM and VO? of Mauritius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FCM is a proclaimed "non political" organisation. There was a persistant rumour during the past weeks that FCM president would be a Labour candidate. Then during the last meeting FCM's president asked whether we as creoles would vote for a government which promised wonders to creoles but failed to deliver. Many thought they had the correct interpretation of what he meant, I guess many of us are feeling stupid this morning. We had no clue that one of the leaders had an hidden agenda and was in the race for a Labour nomination. Mauritius is surely a free country but when you are the vice president of a non-political organisation, I believe that the least you can do is to disclose your political agenda. I feel offended and I am sure its the same for many others. Its no longer a mystery why in its last public meeting FCM gathered a crowd of 8,000 people as opposed to the 50,000 people crowd of its first meeting. We can feel when people are genuine or not!!!!Prove me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to get back to who my votes will go to.................I want to say that I am no fixed deposit to anyone. It should be the same for all of us, come on guys we are not stupid!!!!!! We should stop supporting political parties just like we support Manchester Utd or Liverpool FC. Further what this nonsense about creole voting creole or muslim voting muslisms and hindu voting hindu. What if the creole, muslim or hindu candidate is a complete "non-event"? We should all have at heart our own future and the future of the country, we need people who will work for the progress of our consituencies and for the country irrespective of the colour of his skin or his faith. I will vote for people who have made and will go on making a difference. People who unite rather than divide. People of action rather those who talk a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daryl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-7458739555067294808?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7458739555067294808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/04/who-will-i-vote-for.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/7458739555067294808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/7458739555067294808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/04/who-will-i-vote-for.html' title='Who will I vote for?'/><author><name>Daryl J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573851311814175619</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-7759843961520675302.post-7266900202132696478</id><published>2010-04-01T19:17:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T19:28:19.995+04:00</updated><title type='text'>A journey into our senses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Wednesday Anna Hausser, our TM of the evening walked us through our doorways of perception and into a fantastic exploration of our senses. And with our heightened senses, Luc Merven’s word of the day, &lt;strong&gt;sedulous&lt;/strong&gt; stood out and engraved itself on our minds. Incidentally, Luc also had his first experience as the Ah Counter and Listener Post and my God, trust an accountant to be so precise and accurate in his count of pause fillers. From my own experience, not only was his report the most complete one I have ever listened to in a Toastmaster’s meeting but it was also such a valuable help to us who are fighting so hard to improve our presentation skills.&lt;br /&gt;Our hearty congratulations go to our French ambassador, Sylvie Moonsamy, who delivered her last speech to become our latest Competent Communicator. Sylvie Moonsamy had chosen to comment on the Information Systems environment of our club, and intelligently used a Powerpoint Presentation to guide us through this technical subject.&lt;br /&gt;Ricardo Freyneau touched all our hearts with a true episode of his life in Botswana. Damien Veerapatren gave us an insight into Churchill’s life and Shaffiq told us that to obtain the best results from your team, you should give them tasks which are Specific, Measurable, Achievable, Realistic and Time-bound.&lt;br /&gt;Our round of evaluations was smoothly and expertly handled by Karen Alexandre, Patrick Ah Vane, James Benoit and Padmini Lareine.&lt;br /&gt;I, myself, as the Table Topics master, made our participants dive into the depths of their senses by making them close their eyes and comment on an object which they could explore only by the feel, smell and touch of it.&lt;br /&gt;We were happy to welcome back Robin Appadoo among us as the Timer. Robin, due to his frequent professional trips abroad had not been able to participate actively last year but he is back this year with lots of enthusiasm and ready for a taste and experience of the life as a Financial Toastmaster.&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina Hanoomanjee was our last speaker as the General Evaluator. That was her very first attempt in this role but those who know her well will not be surprised to hear that as usual, she gave us a crisp, articulate and poised performance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-7266900202132696478?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7266900202132696478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/04/journey-into-our-senses.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/7266900202132696478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/7266900202132696478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/04/journey-into-our-senses.html' title='A journey into our senses'/><author><name>Ouma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-8049405197009406898</id><published>2010-03-31T23:05:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:05:32.330+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Illusionist</title><content type='html'>Many calls him the prince,I call him the illusionist.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;He convinces, he seduces.&lt;br /&gt;He is a master illusionist,&lt;br /&gt;To him image, communication are everything &lt;br /&gt;He flirts with the one and marry the other.&lt;br /&gt;They wanted "to give it a good try", &lt;br /&gt;He just did not care!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;The old dog fell into the trap, &lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes once more!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Stupid dog! We definitely can't teach you new tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The illusionist cultivates his image, he manipulates perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, how come when negotiation times come, he gives away 30% tickets to some people who per numerous surveys carry less than 10% of the population. After all does he really believe in himself? &lt;br /&gt;Or else, could there be an hidden agenda here? Are the masters putting their ducks in a row for the 2015 elections already. &lt;br /&gt;Could the illusionist be preparing for his retirement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his side, the old dog is back barking in the back yard with his old mates. Its true that he hasn't said his last word though,the game is not over yet.&lt;br /&gt;You can fool some people sometime but illusionist or not, you cannot fool all the people all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at the end of the day its image management and communication which will make the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.&lt;br /&gt;Can someone please say to the old dog that we are in the information age?&lt;br /&gt;Can someone also say to all of them that "dynasty" is no longer on TV!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-8049405197009406898?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/8049405197009406898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/illusionist.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/8049405197009406898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/8049405197009406898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/illusionist.html' title='The Illusionist'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-9183807075797754362</id><published>2010-03-31T08:50:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T08:50:58.061+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday Life'/><title type='text'>Petty things</title><content type='html'>Its amazing how at times simple things can make life miserable&lt;br /&gt;Close properly the toothpaste tube,&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave your flip flops all over the place,&lt;br /&gt;Switch off the lights,&lt;br /&gt;Why do you leave an empty glass in the sink when its all cleaned up etc etc&lt;br /&gt;The above are indeed petty things,&lt;br /&gt;But when added up they can become a real problem&lt;br /&gt;Why do you pick on me if the TV technician is 1 hour late,&lt;br /&gt;Am I responsible of his time table???&lt;br /&gt;Respect yourself in the first place&lt;br /&gt;Respect other people's efforts as well.&lt;br /&gt;And all should be fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-9183807075797754362?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/9183807075797754362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/petty-things.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/9183807075797754362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/9183807075797754362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/petty-things.html' title='Petty things'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-3206794577758123866</id><published>2010-03-27T19:25:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T19:25:15.348+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling their souls</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;If I listen to a person's words, I begin to see and feel their souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich Dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-3206794577758123866?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3206794577758123866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/feeling-their-souls.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/3206794577758123866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/3206794577758123866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/03/feeling-their-souls.html' title='Feeling their souls'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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-7759843961520675302.post-1617900347028198833</id><published>2010-02-25T19:44:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T20:14:04.506+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The proper function of Man is to Live, not to exist!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/S4ahmTopPrI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZQtwShVFjJc/s1600-h/leonid_meteor_shower_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/S4ahmTopPrI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZQtwShVFjJc/s320/leonid_meteor_shower_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442214879201672882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would rather be ashes than dust! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry rot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proper function of man is to live, not to exist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack London&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-1617900347028198833?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1617900347028198833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/02/proper-function-of-man-is-to-live-not.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/1617900347028198833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/1617900347028198833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/02/proper-function-of-man-is-to-live-not.html' title='The proper function of Man is to Live, not to exist!'/><author><name>Stereophonics -- Ariel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11715627713559489278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SaLTgS0X_hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2LzoiiiDOJc/S220/Ariel+7+July+2008+028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/S4ahmTopPrI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZQtwShVFjJc/s72-c/leonid_meteor_shower_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-5920122540300846274</id><published>2010-02-16T21:38:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:40:46.775+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Take action</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;To keep doing the same thing and expect a different result is the definition of insanity!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-5920122540300846274?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/5920122540300846274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/02/take-action.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/5920122540300846274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/5920122540300846274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/02/take-action.html' title='Take action'/><author><name>Stereophonics -- Ariel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11715627713559489278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SaLTgS0X_hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2LzoiiiDOJc/S220/Ariel+7+July+2008+028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-5673957075092100027</id><published>2010-01-02T13:37:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T14:11:33.455+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Estate'/><title type='text'>What about Mauritius?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/Sz8UPln3nKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-LCQaLs28DA/s1600-h/M37B1HCA2JT6N9CAYWIWJ5CAYNLHUACAL3N9CCCA5LT7MTCAIWMEE4CAV8Q2FGCAU1EFHQCALN2DP7CA3BJF70CAJC51D0CAABCBHJCAJ6CTTSCA7SAPI5CAUY73QACAP8D4OUCA81TQ3RCA3N04EUCARST5UU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/Sz8UPln3nKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-LCQaLs28DA/s200/M37B1HCA2JT6N9CAYWIWJ5CAYNLHUACAL3N9CCCA5LT7MTCAIWMEE4CAV8Q2FGCAU1EFHQCALN2DP7CA3BJF70CAJC51D0CAABCBHJCAJ6CTTSCA7SAPI5CAUY73QACAP8D4OUCA81TQ3RCA3N04EUCARST5UU.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422074734407294114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Burj Dubai Skycraper is opening up on Monday next, 4th January 2010. Roughly, this building is as tall as the World Trade Center Towers piled atop of the other. Its about 2600 ft high, 160 storeys. It will officially take its place as the tallest building in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Burj Dubai Skycraper has 37 floors of office space. The paradox lies in that there is no demand for office space in Dubai at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having been under the spot light for the last few years for its real estate development, Dubai was hit about a month ago by a massive real estate collapse that has forced the most populous member of the U.A.E to seek repeated billions bail outs from neighbouring Abu Dhabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about Mauritius?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you drive around Mauritius, you'll be amazed by the large number of construction projects underway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big question is whether history is repeating itself. Are we not in the same scenario that has caused Dubai to collapse. Are we not over confident about our resilience to the laws of the economic universe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ebene, Jin fei, Bagatelle, Highlands, Mon piton, La balise, Trianon shopping mall are just a few of the commecial centers, RES, IRS developments taking place at the moment. How much can the market take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't a dangerous real estate bubble forming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In what sense is Mauritius so different compared to other countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More in the years to come................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-5673957075092100027?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/5673957075092100027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-about-mauritius.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/5673957075092100027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/5673957075092100027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-about-mauritius.html' title='What about Mauritius?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/Sz8UPln3nKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-LCQaLs28DA/s72-c/M37B1HCA2JT6N9CAYWIWJ5CAYNLHUACAL3N9CCCA5LT7MTCAIWMEE4CAV8Q2FGCAU1EFHQCALN2DP7CA3BJF70CAJC51D0CAABCBHJCAJ6CTTSCA7SAPI5CAUY73QACAP8D4OUCA81TQ3RCA3N04EUCARST5UU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-7911721193075724369</id><published>2009-12-06T07:15:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T08:09:09.910+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Separate life from circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;Present circumstances seem impossible, &lt;br /&gt;However its nearly Christmas and I want to believe that life still has in store many happy moments for me.&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe that life is larger than whatever the troubles I am in at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;What's one day, one week or one year in a life time?&lt;br /&gt;Surely one second can ruin a whole life, but one day, one week or a year is generally a fraction of a lifetime. &lt;br /&gt;When I look back, there are so many things which have unfolded in ways I would never have imagined. There have already been so many hurdles along the way. Many times it seemed difficult, almost hopeless but yet I made it. &lt;br /&gt;Time passes, people come and go, circumstances change.&lt;br /&gt;Although its raining today, it can't rain endlessly. &lt;br /&gt;Take blows, learn the lesson but never give up on life.&lt;br /&gt;Coz life is a gift, your gift, 24 hours a day where you are free to decide.&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave your life to other people, it is for you to decide&lt;br /&gt;You can make it or break it but believe me life is a beautiful gift.&lt;br /&gt;Although one might not see it in certain circumstances, its a blessing to be alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-7911721193075724369?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7911721193075724369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/12/life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/7911721193075724369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/7911721193075724369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/12/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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-7759843961520675302.post-1473022347854694584</id><published>2009-10-19T06:19:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T06:25:54.452+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Value of Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/StvOF2VXlCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Dxv--axcmf4/s1600-h/Value+of+Self.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/StvOF2VXlCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Dxv--axcmf4/s320/Value+of+Self.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394131578586108962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The real measure of your wealth is how much you’d be worth if you lost all your money...&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-1473022347854694584?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1473022347854694584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/10/value-of-self.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/1473022347854694584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/1473022347854694584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/10/value-of-self.html' title='Value of Self'/><author><name>Stereophonics -- Ariel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11715627713559489278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SaLTgS0X_hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2LzoiiiDOJc/S220/Ariel+7+July+2008+028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/StvOF2VXlCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Dxv--axcmf4/s72-c/Value+of+Self.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-7503141996856479128</id><published>2009-08-04T10:53:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T11:09:51.083+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crop circles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SnfepqRSN_I/AAAAAAAAACw/iEbhfkqlxn4/s1600-h/crop-circles-3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SnfepqRSN_I/AAAAAAAAACw/iEbhfkqlxn4/s400/crop-circles-3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366002288338024434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to share this link with you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.wccsg.com/Home/tabid/478/language/en-US/Default.aspx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit if you want... it could be amazing for many!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;Ariel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-7503141996856479128?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7503141996856479128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/08/crop-circles.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/7503141996856479128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/7503141996856479128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/08/crop-circles.html' title='Crop circles'/><author><name>Stereophonics -- Ariel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11715627713559489278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SaLTgS0X_hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2LzoiiiDOJc/S220/Ariel+7+July+2008+028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SnfepqRSN_I/AAAAAAAAACw/iEbhfkqlxn4/s72-c/crop-circles-3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-161625736444405422</id><published>2009-07-23T13:02:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:20:47.707+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prophet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have a story for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A guy had an affair. His wife found out about his wanderings and committed suicide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She left a letter which read something like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;" I cannot live without you, yet I cannot accept your treason. I am finished, I choose to die"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life went on for the guy, so much that he got married sometime back just a few months after the trajedy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was deeply moved by this story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;May be I am too sentimental but its as if the wife has been hurt twice in this story and is at the end of day the BIG loser (with all due respect to a dead person). This makes me think of what Gibran's Prophet said on marriage. This is to me the guide I follow in my personal married life, its such an inspiration...............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then Almitra spoke again and said... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"And what of Marriage, master?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And he answered saying: You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God. But let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another, but make not a bond of love. Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together, yet not too near together. For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Daryl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-161625736444405422?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/161625736444405422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/07/prophet.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/161625736444405422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/161625736444405422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/07/prophet.html' title='The Prophet'/><author><name>Daryl J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573851311814175619</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-7759843961520675302.post-9183800124288555256</id><published>2009-07-21T23:44:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:52:11.456+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let There Be Light!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SmYcS6MitAI/AAAAAAAAACg/U7CiZRBHZyM/s1600-h/sunlight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SmYcS6MitAI/AAAAAAAAACg/U7CiZRBHZyM/s400/sunlight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361003517616239618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light encourages production of serotonin, the mood-regulating neurotransmitter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insufficient exposure to light, particularly on the shorter days of the winter months, can lead to mild depression...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-9183800124288555256?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/9183800124288555256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/07/let-there-be-light.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/9183800124288555256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/9183800124288555256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/07/let-there-be-light.html' title='Let There Be Light!'/><author><name>Stereophonics -- Ariel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11715627713559489278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SaLTgS0X_hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2LzoiiiDOJc/S220/Ariel+7+July+2008+028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SmYcS6MitAI/AAAAAAAAACg/U7CiZRBHZyM/s72-c/sunlight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-396510859481821059</id><published>2009-07-19T21:02:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:07:10.120+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Benefits Of Cycling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SmNSpouF44I/AAAAAAAAACY/VIm_AuCyEsY/s1600-h/Cycling.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SmNSpouF44I/AAAAAAAAACY/VIm_AuCyEsY/s400/Cycling.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360218856759878530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pleasure and satisfaction attained while riding a bicycle alleviates all the stress, anxiety and depression of a person...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-396510859481821059?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/396510859481821059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/07/benefits-of-cycling.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/396510859481821059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/396510859481821059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/07/benefits-of-cycling.html' title='Benefits Of Cycling'/><author><name>Stereophonics -- Ariel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11715627713559489278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SaLTgS0X_hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2LzoiiiDOJc/S220/Ariel+7+July+2008+028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SmNSpouF44I/AAAAAAAAACY/VIm_AuCyEsY/s72-c/Cycling.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-1664151885052661911</id><published>2009-06-23T22:56:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:21:23.527+04:00</updated><title type='text'>... our self?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SkEquSF8FVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/YvLpoRFmZmU/s1600-h/Awakening.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SkEquSF8FVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/YvLpoRFmZmU/s400/Awakening.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350604806911956306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When we awaken the spirit we nurture our highest self. This looks like different things to different people... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some, the spirit may involve prayer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For others, caring for the spirit may be reflected by communing with nature or listening to great music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For yet others, awakening the spirit involves service, volunteerism, and living for a crusade larger than oneself..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-1664151885052661911?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1664151885052661911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-self.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/1664151885052661911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/1664151885052661911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-self.html' title='... our self?'/><author><name>Stereophonics -- Ariel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11715627713559489278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SaLTgS0X_hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2LzoiiiDOJc/S220/Ariel+7+July+2008+028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SkEquSF8FVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/YvLpoRFmZmU/s72-c/Awakening.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-8354710021049010347</id><published>2009-06-09T21:08:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:11:03.625+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A colleague of mine sent this thought today, I could not keep it for myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Determination gives you the resolve to keep going in spite of the roadblocks that lay before you. “ – Denis Waitley&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/7759843961520675302-8354710021049010347?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/8354710021049010347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/06/colleague-of-mine-sent-this-thought.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/8354710021049010347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/8354710021049010347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/06/colleague-of-mine-sent-this-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Stereophonics -- Ariel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11715627713559489278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SaLTgS0X_hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2LzoiiiDOJc/S220/Ariel+7+July+2008+028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-2794540611824488145</id><published>2009-05-24T21:05:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T21:32:55.143+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Protest  walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/ShmDUPznK-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/N75GtfLdeCo/s1600-h/24052009114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/ShmDUPznK-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/N75GtfLdeCo/s200/24052009114.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339443217088064482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/ShmCrzzC7wI/AAAAAAAAAE0/x35P60v0dJo/s1600-h/24052009119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/ShmCrzzC7wI/AAAAAAAAAE0/x35P60v0dJo/s200/24052009119.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339442522374729474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/ShmCEY58uoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/16Ta0rfY5v4/s1600-h/24052009113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/ShmCEY58uoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/16Ta0rfY5v4/s200/24052009113.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339441845141027458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/Shl_Nqcsm8I/AAAAAAAAAEk/BXHHTQ-HEgU/s1600-h/24052009115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/Shl_Nqcsm8I/AAAAAAAAAEk/BXHHTQ-HEgU/s200/24052009115.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339438705934113730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I invited some 25 persons to join me; I finally made it alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mauritius is a free country isn’t it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Since it was an apolitical gathering I feel free to estimate the number of participants to around 1500 – 2000. Yes, guys that’s all taking into consideration the number of inhabitants of the relevant regions. The chimney of the incinerator we were told would be 89 mts high and it is expected that people situated within 40kms around its site are likely to be affected by the gas emission. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do so little people feel concerned.  Ten years back all sorts of guarantees were given by government to people of Mare Chicose, today these people are being relocated to other places because of this project being a massive flop. Can we people sit while danger is so close? I just want to understand why Christophe came all the way from Curepipe, why ecological movements from the south of Mauritius made the trip while on the other side none of my neighbors made it. God knows that we are located only 10kms away from the site. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone please explain to me why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that’s Mauritius and its people docile et admirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dario&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-2794540611824488145?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/2794540611824488145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/05/protest-walk.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/2794540611824488145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/2794540611824488145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/05/protest-walk.html' title='Protest  walk'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/ShmDUPznK-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/N75GtfLdeCo/s72-c/24052009114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-3171500528909888215</id><published>2009-05-20T10:53:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T11:12:48.042+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Incinerateur Tueur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH5VidWvm0/ShOskx1SocI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WBOwUgR0PXA/s1600-h/incinerateur+tueur.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337799731216294338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH5VidWvm0/ShOskx1SocI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WBOwUgR0PXA/s400/incinerateur+tueur.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guys,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets fight for our right to life and lets preserve our environment. We surely do not want this thing in our back yard. We care for our health and the lives of our loved ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hold our future in our hands right now. Lets join forces and keep this potential killer off our shores. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you on 24 May 2009, there is no excuse, do not leave it to others to fight for your future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daryl J.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-3171500528909888215?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3171500528909888215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/05/incinerateur-tueur.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/3171500528909888215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/3171500528909888215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/05/incinerateur-tueur.html' title='Incinerateur Tueur'/><author><name>Daryl J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573851311814175619</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH5VidWvm0/ShOskx1SocI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WBOwUgR0PXA/s72-c/incinerateur+tueur.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-7806405435350511896</id><published>2009-05-19T21:55:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:15:38.489+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Peaceful living...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/ShL1G1wSc-I/AAAAAAAAACI/u7w2pAhYeYM/s1600-h/SL380392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/ShL1G1wSc-I/AAAAAAAAACI/u7w2pAhYeYM/s200/SL380392.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337598006245094370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Our surroundings shape our moods, our thoughts and our dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A first class environment is an investment, not an expense...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-7806405435350511896?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7806405435350511896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/05/peaceful-living.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/7806405435350511896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/7806405435350511896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/05/peaceful-living.html' title='Peaceful living...'/><author><name>Stereophonics -- Ariel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11715627713559489278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SaLTgS0X_hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2LzoiiiDOJc/S220/Ariel+7+July+2008+028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/ShL1G1wSc-I/AAAAAAAAACI/u7w2pAhYeYM/s72-c/SL380392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-2964886493193803106</id><published>2009-05-18T09:12:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T09:23:34.071+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Take control mates.............................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH5VidWvm0/ShDwjE4N7VI/AAAAAAAAABk/GLZc0lTLh8s/s1600-h/take_control_pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337030043829661010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH5VidWvm0/ShDwjE4N7VI/AAAAAAAAABk/GLZc0lTLh8s/s320/take_control_pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many times we are controlled by our fears. One of our biggest fear is the fear of failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not apply for a post because we fear failure, we never got to start our enterprise because of the fear of failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one thing which all big names in this world have in common..........at one time or another they've all failed. The other thing they have in common is that they never gave up, got back on their feet and tried again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you living the life of your dream? Are you taking enough risks? Is fear standing in your way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have learned that the solution to overcome fear is to actually undertake/do whatever you fear the most.......... control your fear before it owns you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure is the highway to success. If you've never failed, then probably you've never been far enough, you are probably not dreaming big enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success follows the law of averages, by living your dream you might fail once or twice but ultimately you will succeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daryl J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-2964886493193803106?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/2964886493193803106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/05/take-control-mates.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/2964886493193803106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/2964886493193803106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/05/take-control-mates.html' title='Take control mates.............................'/><author><name>Daryl J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573851311814175619</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH5VidWvm0/ShDwjE4N7VI/AAAAAAAAABk/GLZc0lTLh8s/s72-c/take_control_pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-491945635835112552</id><published>2009-05-16T09:19:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T09:47:36.623+04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is absolute truth.............</title><content type='html'>It was in the early 80's.&lt;br /&gt;I came out first of the class for standards 1, 2 and 3. I was in standard 4 at an RCA school in Rose-Hill. On the first day of the year the new teacher sent me to the black board to solve a problem. Unfortunately for me I did not have the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have the vivid image of what happened next. She said to the whole class "He claims to be the first in class but he cannot solve this problem. What could one expect from people of his sort and from where he comes from. He surely cheated in exams". From there I was forced to take a seat at the back of the class along with those labelled "Stupid".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-491945635835112552?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/491945635835112552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-absolute-truth.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/491945635835112552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/491945635835112552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-absolute-truth.html' title='This is absolute truth.............'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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-7759843961520675302.post-8499464337320921326</id><published>2009-05-16T08:49:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T08:50:32.503+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Garbage, pain .................peotic?</title><content type='html'>You know that romantic notion that all the garbage and the pain is really healing and beautiful and sort of poetic? &lt;br /&gt;It's not. That notion is just garbage and it's pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You know what's better? Love. &lt;br /&gt;The day that you start thinking that love is overrated is the day that you're wrong. &lt;br /&gt;The only thing wrong with love and faith and belief is not having it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-8499464337320921326?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/8499464337320921326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/05/garbage-pain-peotic.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/8499464337320921326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/8499464337320921326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/05/garbage-pain-peotic.html' title='Garbage, pain .................peotic?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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-7759843961520675302.post-7200390152765044971</id><published>2009-05-15T15:02:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T15:05:12.383+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Potter says.......................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/Sg1MLFAUPmI/AAAAAAAAAEc/IrPhspJfjI8/s1600-h/potter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/Sg1MLFAUPmI/AAAAAAAAAEc/IrPhspJfjI8/s200/potter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336004886709681762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing built on deception and injustice (position or wealth) will endure, like dewdrops on a rose petal it will fade as soon as the sun rises...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The potter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-7200390152765044971?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7200390152765044971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/05/potter-says.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/7200390152765044971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/7200390152765044971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/05/potter-says.html' title='Potter says.......................'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/Sg1MLFAUPmI/AAAAAAAAAEc/IrPhspJfjI8/s72-c/potter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-5540842975271302568</id><published>2009-05-15T14:34:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T14:38:17.002+04:00</updated><title type='text'>What if we were meant to win the league tomorrow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/Sg1F3vWRiXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QTAqghVBlEg/s1600-h/manutd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/Sg1F3vWRiXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QTAqghVBlEg/s200/manutd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335997957408917874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daryl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we were meant to win tomorrow, what if we were meant to win of 27th May as well.............We would be on top of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on ManUtd............pik so ourite........ene ti piker leger suffit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-5540842975271302568?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/5540842975271302568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-if-we-were-meant-to-win-league.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/5540842975271302568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/5540842975271302568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-if-we-were-meant-to-win-league.html' title='What if we were meant to win the league tomorrow?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/Sg1F3vWRiXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QTAqghVBlEg/s72-c/manutd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-6680833342454913600</id><published>2009-05-14T09:18:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T09:23:09.045+04:00</updated><title type='text'>What if you were meant to be happy.......and rich...and famous?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH5VidWvm0/SguqVy7Mu5I/AAAAAAAAABc/17NkWEeEkOA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335545474974530450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH5VidWvm0/SguqVy7Mu5I/AAAAAAAAABc/17NkWEeEkOA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I grow up&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be famous&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be a star&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be in movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see the world&lt;br /&gt;Drive nice cars&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have Groupies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up&lt;br /&gt;Be on TV&lt;br /&gt;People know me&lt;br /&gt;Be on magazines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up&lt;br /&gt;Fresh and clean&lt;br /&gt;Number one chick when I step out on the scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But be careful what you wish for&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you just might get it&lt;br /&gt;But you just might get it&lt;br /&gt;But You just might get it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-6680833342454913600?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6680833342454913600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-if-you-were-meant-to-be-happyand.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/6680833342454913600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/6680833342454913600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-if-you-were-meant-to-be-happyand.html' title='What if you were meant to be happy.......and rich...and famous?'/><author><name>Daryl J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573851311814175619</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH5VidWvm0/SguqVy7Mu5I/AAAAAAAAABc/17NkWEeEkOA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-624046547628529</id><published>2009-05-11T22:16:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:30:23.786+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sida, the flail!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SghuJ7EPu5I/AAAAAAAAACA/HxcV9cEzvVQ/s1600-h/sida.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SghuJ7EPu5I/AAAAAAAAACA/HxcV9cEzvVQ/s200/sida.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334634875373730706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine posted a message on Sida on youtube, worth checking it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2XkerefqXvM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-624046547628529?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/624046547628529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/05/sida-flail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/624046547628529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/624046547628529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/05/sida-flail.html' title='Sida, the flail!'/><author><name>Stereophonics -- Ariel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11715627713559489278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SaLTgS0X_hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2LzoiiiDOJc/S220/Ariel+7+July+2008+028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SghuJ7EPu5I/AAAAAAAAACA/HxcV9cEzvVQ/s72-c/sida.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-1969057977998746821</id><published>2009-04-29T10:25:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:17:16.025+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SfgDK63eIxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/t0x1vHb9iQ4/s1600-h/walking+alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SfgDK63eIxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/t0x1vHb9iQ4/s200/walking+alone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330013645128475410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes when you've gone out to do what you want to do, you miss what you left; home, security, friends, family, safety." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ryan Key, singer - Yellowcard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-1969057977998746821?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1969057977998746821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/04/sometimes-when-youve-gone-out-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/1969057977998746821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/1969057977998746821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/04/sometimes-when-youve-gone-out-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Stereophonics -- Ariel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11715627713559489278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SaLTgS0X_hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2LzoiiiDOJc/S220/Ariel+7+July+2008+028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SfgDK63eIxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/t0x1vHb9iQ4/s72-c/walking+alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-5132680363717788300</id><published>2009-04-28T09:40:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T09:41:54.686+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH5VidWvm0/SfaXEuXFSSI/AAAAAAAAABU/7n-iSUSTpoU/s1600-h/loreto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329613316459677986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH5VidWvm0/SfaXEuXFSSI/AAAAAAAAABU/7n-iSUSTpoU/s320/loreto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our lives are full of fleeting moments...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We travel through them as we would pass through towns along a roadway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But sometimes we realise that we are actually living something different...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something unique...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And these particular moments last forever and are unforgettable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-5132680363717788300?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/5132680363717788300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-lives-are-full-of-fleeting-moments.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/5132680363717788300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/5132680363717788300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-lives-are-full-of-fleeting-moments.html' title=''/><author><name>Daryl J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573851311814175619</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH5VidWvm0/SfaXEuXFSSI/AAAAAAAAABU/7n-iSUSTpoU/s72-c/loreto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-8568922119364130061</id><published>2009-04-27T21:28:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:44:04.162+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Hand In Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SfXuxZE2MPI/AAAAAAAAABw/ggB7U9Kc47k/s1600-h/Explosion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SfXuxZE2MPI/AAAAAAAAABw/ggB7U9Kc47k/s320/Explosion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329428266375065842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Even when the loved are gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are never alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hand in mine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=36U4ez7AzKA&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Explosions in the sky - Friday night lights (album 2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-8568922119364130061?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/8568922119364130061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/04/your-hand-in-mine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/8568922119364130061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/8568922119364130061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/04/your-hand-in-mine.html' title='Your Hand In Mine'/><author><name>Stereophonics -- Ariel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11715627713559489278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SaLTgS0X_hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2LzoiiiDOJc/S220/Ariel+7+July+2008+028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SfXuxZE2MPI/AAAAAAAAABw/ggB7U9Kc47k/s72-c/Explosion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-7388477186428438762</id><published>2009-04-22T13:39:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T13:53:22.027+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/Se7nntCeYSI/AAAAAAAAABo/sdGQsZFIGHs/s1600-h/sleep-learning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/Se7nntCeYSI/AAAAAAAAABo/sdGQsZFIGHs/s320/sleep-learning.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327450078516764962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" If you can't remember a word after you have finished reading a page of notes it's time to take a break from your studies or get more rest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know your sleep profile? Visit this link (&lt;em&gt;It's worth!!!&lt;/em&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.bbc.co.uk/science/humanbody/sleep/profiler/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lesley Meall, ACCA's magazine - student accountant - April 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-7388477186428438762?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7388477186428438762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/04/sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/7388477186428438762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/7388477186428438762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/04/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>Stereophonics -- Ariel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11715627713559489278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SaLTgS0X_hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2LzoiiiDOJc/S220/Ariel+7+July+2008+028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/Se7nntCeYSI/AAAAAAAAABo/sdGQsZFIGHs/s72-c/sleep-learning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-6441394599956662351</id><published>2009-04-10T09:48:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:26:42.894+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/Sd7mDrLMDkI/AAAAAAAAABg/ZTuAoN3z6ss/s1600-h/Rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/Sd7mDrLMDkI/AAAAAAAAABg/ZTuAoN3z6ss/s320/Rain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322944760402153026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough rainy weather today, even tougher to walk in this weather...But! It's so beautiful to watch the rain falling...it's a gift from God! Do you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could just stay home today, have a nice cup of coffee, enjoy a film or some readings,play some tunes on my guitar and have a peaceful rest ...savour the pleasure that lays in simple things of life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice week end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-6441394599956662351?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6441394599956662351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/04/rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/6441394599956662351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/6441394599956662351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/04/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Stereophonics -- Ariel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11715627713559489278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SaLTgS0X_hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2LzoiiiDOJc/S220/Ariel+7+July+2008+028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/Sd7mDrLMDkI/AAAAAAAAABg/ZTuAoN3z6ss/s72-c/Rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-1268523269999716156</id><published>2009-04-08T09:15:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T09:24:39.660+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH5VidWvm0/Sdw0rBvt2KI/AAAAAAAAABM/iyavm7NEMCc/s1600-h/Jim-Carrey-Yes-Man-Cornhuskers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322186773452675234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH5VidWvm0/Sdw0rBvt2KI/AAAAAAAAABM/iyavm7NEMCc/s320/Jim-Carrey-Yes-Man-Cornhuskers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched a movie on Sunday...................Yes Man by Jim Carrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is about a man, a credit analyst, who has been dropped by his girl friend and who has a very negative attitude in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, he came across someone who told him that to transform his life he needed to be a yes man. Yes to be happy he would need to say yes to anything and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he found himself saying yes to his friends when they asked him to join them for a drink; he said yes when his boss wanted to also be his friend, he approved every single loan demand etc. He even said yes to an old lady who wanted to do things to him.............hi hi hi funny situation. Vieux madame ti mette fausse dents...........................do you get the picture?&lt;br /&gt;He basically said yes to all opportunities offered to him and he was transformed. He connected to the outside world, gave a lot to those around him and he got in return an enormous lot from them. He got a promotion; he met the love of his life and ended up happy and positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This movie is an inspiration, I strongly recommend you to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No man is an island, we are social beings. We need to love and be loved. We need to network, interact, go out and make friends. If we want more from people around us; we should then probably start by giving more to them. If we want to succeed then we need to roll our sleeves, face our fears, take up challenges and be opened to opportunities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be a YES MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless&lt;br /&gt;Daryl J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-1268523269999716156?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1268523269999716156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/04/yes-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/1268523269999716156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/1268523269999716156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/04/yes-man.html' title='Yes Man'/><author><name>Daryl J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573851311814175619</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH5VidWvm0/Sdw0rBvt2KI/AAAAAAAAABM/iyavm7NEMCc/s72-c/Jim-Carrey-Yes-Man-Cornhuskers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-8966801330100568828</id><published>2009-04-05T22:23:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:40:34.382+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/Sdj65nGX4aI/AAAAAAAAABY/W-S22KRxgSo/s1600-h/dale-carnegie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/Sdj65nGX4aI/AAAAAAAAABY/W-S22KRxgSo/s320/dale-carnegie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321278827393442210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's not get so busy or live so fast that we can't listen to the music of the meadow or the symphony that glorifies the forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things in the world are far more important than wealth; one of them is the ability to enjoy simple things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dale Carnegie, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;motivational author and speaker&lt;/span&gt; (24 Nov 1888 - 01 Nov 1955)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-8966801330100568828?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/8966801330100568828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/04/food-for-thought.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/8966801330100568828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/8966801330100568828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/04/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for thought'/><author><name>Stereophonics -- Ariel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11715627713559489278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SaLTgS0X_hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2LzoiiiDOJc/S220/Ariel+7+July+2008+028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/Sdj65nGX4aI/AAAAAAAAABY/W-S22KRxgSo/s72-c/dale-carnegie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-2348250427887285112</id><published>2009-03-29T22:20:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:30:55.786+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monotonous schedule.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH5VidWvm0/Sc-84YSxj3I/AAAAAAAAABE/Ov8olQbzkvU/s1600-h/Change%2520Your%2520Life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318677361727737714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH5VidWvm0/Sc-84YSxj3I/AAAAAAAAABE/Ov8olQbzkvU/s320/Change%2520Your%2520Life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My daily schedule - Monday to Friday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· 6am – Wake up&lt;br /&gt;· 6:05am – 7am – Feed the dogs, breakfast, bath room&lt;br /&gt;· 7am- Leave for work, stuck in traffic jam&lt;br /&gt;· 8:30 am to 6pm – Work, work and work&lt;br /&gt;· 7pm- housework&lt;br /&gt;· 8pm – 10 pm – Complete urgent work&lt;br /&gt;· 10:30pm – Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My schedule -Saturday/Sunday – Household tasks, shopping for groceries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been my weekly schedule for the last few years. Needless to say that whenever my mind is not applied to something serious I feel like wasting valuable time. Not sure if its normal but I tend to always be full of all sorts of thoughts e.g. thoughts of tomorrow’s agenda, thoughts of how to make more money, thoughts of the future.&lt;br /&gt;But as I think of tomorrow, today goes by, weeks go by, years go by....................&lt;br /&gt;I am today in my late thirties and often I feel like the best years are gone, it is depressing.&lt;br /&gt;Over the years success, set- backs, broken dreams, disillusions, stress, traffic jams, nervousness, sadness, alcohol, cigarettes, fast food have all impacted on me so that , joke aside, I feel old and depressed!!!!&lt;br /&gt;You better pay attention folks, time goes fast and monotony sets in quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Where are the days when life was fun? Are they long gone?&lt;br /&gt;Surely not, life is a gift from god to each of us. Life is not meant to be miserable, life is meant to be fun, excitement..........happiness. Life should be enjoyment at stages.....even at 30, 40, 60 or 80.&lt;br /&gt;Yes there are setbacks, surely there are broken dreams......................but through it all you can opt to either play the victim or get over them stronger..........attitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our new friend Brad Montgomery, a motivational speaker, suggests the following on his website.......... “happiness is an attitude. It’s a choice. But an often neglected portion of the happiness equation goes beyond attitude, mind-set and emotion. To do it right— to be your happiest— you also have to get physically involved with creating some joy for yourself. To be happy you’ve got to DO something”. Check his website at &lt;a href="http://www.bradlaughs.com/"&gt;http://www.bradlaughs.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I totally agree with Brad, if you have a monotonous schedule like mine then you can’t be happy.&lt;br /&gt;I realise that I have somewhat failed to cater for my inner self; I failed to brighten up my life; I forgot to feed my soul with joy and happiness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT I long to smile again and I have realised that I need to DO something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daryl J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-2348250427887285112?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/2348250427887285112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/monotonous-schedule.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/2348250427887285112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/2348250427887285112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/monotonous-schedule.html' title='Monotonous schedule.............'/><author><name>Daryl J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573851311814175619</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH5VidWvm0/Sc-84YSxj3I/AAAAAAAAABE/Ov8olQbzkvU/s72-c/Change%2520Your%2520Life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-5512465909658688642</id><published>2009-03-29T21:06:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:11:47.234+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/Sc-ri8sf8eI/AAAAAAAAAEM/v8AbfJPFziI/s1600-h/lake+district.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/Sc-ri8sf8eI/AAAAAAAAAEM/v8AbfJPFziI/s200/lake+district.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318658301844517346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figures and statistics are used to measure you, time you, analyse you.&lt;br /&gt;But, we all know what really counts at the end of the day....&lt;br /&gt;And what really counts is the way you play the game...the game of life...&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard about the expression: &lt;br /&gt;"You can't measure a heart?"&lt;br /&gt;Well, the truth is that we can't measure a number of important things, be it the heart, willpower, need, love...&lt;br /&gt;We can't measure a dream...each one of us has his own.&lt;br /&gt;Pam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-5512465909658688642?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/5512465909658688642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/figures-and-statistics-are-used-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/5512465909658688642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/5512465909658688642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/figures-and-statistics-are-used-to.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/Sc-ri8sf8eI/AAAAAAAAAEM/v8AbfJPFziI/s72-c/lake+district.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-3377467240002609884</id><published>2009-03-28T21:11:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T21:14:04.121+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mens sana in corpore sano</title><content type='html'>Can be translated into:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In a sound body rests a sound mind"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a peaceful week end :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-3377467240002609884?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3377467240002609884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/mens-sana-in-corpore-sano.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/3377467240002609884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/3377467240002609884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/mens-sana-in-corpore-sano.html' title='Mens sana in corpore sano'/><author><name>Stereophonics -- Ariel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11715627713559489278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SaLTgS0X_hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2LzoiiiDOJc/S220/Ariel+7+July+2008+028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-15357258612001583</id><published>2009-03-27T23:22:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:47:07.960+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunset'/><title type='text'>Challenge of Existence</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for getting me on to this...&lt;br /&gt;Quite interesting this blog...seems to it that the sharing going on around here is some sort of energizing you people....It will probably contribute on spicing up the routine side of life and I'd be happy to "share a little of me" now and then....&lt;br /&gt;There's a little something I read in a magazine once that I liked - hope it means something to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Challenge of Existence is to fall in love with life and come to terms with its joys and sorrows"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-15357258612001583?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/15357258612001583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/challenge-of-existence.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/15357258612001583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/15357258612001583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/challenge-of-existence.html' title='Challenge of Existence'/><author><name>Candy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-1504256447609946227</id><published>2009-03-25T12:41:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T12:43:58.485+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Born to try</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/ScnuiOpFXmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yCnip1jJZBg/s1600-h/DeltaGoodremSourceMediaGalleryAppearancesAwardsAMA2005006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 137px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/ScnuiOpFXmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yCnip1jJZBg/s200/DeltaGoodremSourceMediaGalleryAppearancesAwardsAMA2005006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317043106900958818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is some lyrics of what I believe to be the most wonderful song ever written ;)&lt;br /&gt;It is a song entitled "Born to try" by Delta Goodrem.&lt;br /&gt;And it really helped through hours of need and lost of self-confidence... I believe Music is a universal cure to every pain...&lt;br /&gt;So, here we go:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing everything that I believe in&lt;br /&gt;Going by the rules that Ive been taught&lt;br /&gt;More understanding of whats around me&lt;br /&gt;And protected from the walls of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that you see is me&lt;br /&gt;And all I truly believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I was born to try&lt;br /&gt;Ive learned to love&lt;br /&gt;Be understanding&lt;br /&gt;And believe in life&lt;br /&gt;But youve got to make choices&lt;br /&gt;Be wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes youve got to sacrifice the things you like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was born to try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No point in talking what you should have been&lt;br /&gt;And regretting the things that went on&lt;br /&gt;Lifes full of mistakes, destinies and fate&lt;br /&gt;Remove the clouds look at the bigger picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all that you see is me&lt;br /&gt;And all I truly believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I was born to try&lt;br /&gt;Ive learned to love&lt;br /&gt;Be understanding&lt;br /&gt;And believe in life&lt;br /&gt;But youve got to make choices&lt;br /&gt;Be wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes youve got to sacrifice the things you like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was born to try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PaMeLa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-1504256447609946227?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1504256447609946227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/born-to-try.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/1504256447609946227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/1504256447609946227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/born-to-try.html' title='Born to try'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/ScnuiOpFXmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yCnip1jJZBg/s72-c/DeltaGoodremSourceMediaGalleryAppearancesAwardsAMA2005006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-3635675112032283546</id><published>2009-03-25T08:50:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T08:55:31.441+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Simple Guide to Beating Procrastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH5VidWvm0/Scm49G3wtcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GjKbW7tGJ9g/s1600-h/procrastination.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316984195043603906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH5VidWvm0/Scm49G3wtcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GjKbW7tGJ9g/s320/procrastination.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been procrastinating a lot lately. I actually love procrastinating and have nothing against it.&lt;br /&gt;But for those of you who want to beat procrastination, here are 10 simple steps:&lt;br /&gt;1. First make sure you really, really, really want to do it. Seriously - don’t skip this step.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Keep things simple - don’t mess with tools, formatting, anything, just start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Make it the first thing you do today, before checking email or anything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Clear away everything that stands in the way of doing. Including turning off the Internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Just get started. Overcome the initial barrier by diving in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Tell yourself you’re just going to do 10 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Put something you dread more at the top of your to-do list — you’ll put off doing that by doing the other things on your list. (&lt;a href="http://www.structuredprocrastination.com/"&gt;Structured procrastination&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Find something about it that excites you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Forget about perfection. Just start doing it, and fix it later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. If you keep procrastinating, re-evaluate whether you really want to do it. Consider not doing it, or putting it on the backburner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If all else fails, just take a nap or go outside and enjoy the outdoors or &lt;a href="http://zenhabits.net/2007/03/the-art-of-doing-nothing/"&gt;do nothing&lt;/a&gt;. Life isn’t all about productivity. &lt;a href="http://zenhabits.net/2009/01/the-lazy-manifesto-do-less-then-do-even-less/"&gt;Do less&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leo Babauta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-3635675112032283546?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3635675112032283546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/dead-simple-guide-to-beating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/3635675112032283546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/3635675112032283546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/dead-simple-guide-to-beating.html' title='Dead Simple Guide to Beating Procrastination'/><author><name>Daryl J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573851311814175619</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH5VidWvm0/Scm49G3wtcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GjKbW7tGJ9g/s72-c/procrastination.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-6645035837781810502</id><published>2009-03-20T14:31:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T14:33:12.603+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Potter says........................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/ScNw1HvbUUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HZjDOeXUeL0/s1600-h/potter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/ScNw1HvbUUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HZjDOeXUeL0/s200/potter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315216043140665666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we mainly pay attention to what is wrong with us and&lt;br /&gt;our lives, we attract more of the same.  Nothing will&lt;br /&gt;change for the better.  But pay attention and be grateful&lt;br /&gt;for what IS good, and you'll get more of THAT.  Simple&lt;br /&gt;concept.  But hard for people to implement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A primary cause for this rampant "unhappiness?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A primary one, we've discovered, is not noticing what is&lt;br /&gt;right about yourself.  Everyone knows what isn't right...&lt;br /&gt;their flaws, their weaknesses, but few people know and&lt;br /&gt;focus on their strengths, the talents, their skills, their&lt;br /&gt;blessings... what is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they don't acknowledge them.  They don't pay&lt;br /&gt;attention to them.  And so they can't appreciate and be&lt;br /&gt;grateful for them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The solution 'secret' not only to raising self-esteem and becoming&lt;br /&gt;much happier every day but also to attracting more of the&lt;br /&gt;"outside" things that make you happy is to train your brain&lt;br /&gt;to notice, reflect on and appreciate your strengths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POTTER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-6645035837781810502?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6645035837781810502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/potter-says.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/6645035837781810502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/6645035837781810502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/potter-says.html' title='Potter says........................'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/ScNw1HvbUUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HZjDOeXUeL0/s72-c/potter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-8202230508861359524</id><published>2009-03-20T14:05:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T14:22:35.813+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH5VidWvm0/ScNuUjZ9l_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/JZEqsSBWfgM/s1600-h/humility.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315213284607891442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH5VidWvm0/ScNuUjZ9l_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/JZEqsSBWfgM/s320/humility.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There is not one wise man in twenty that will praise himself.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a class="alinks" href="http://www.coolquotes.com/categories/william_shakespeare.html"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-8202230508861359524?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/8202230508861359524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/food-for-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/8202230508861359524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/8202230508861359524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for thought............'/><author><name>Daryl J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573851311814175619</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH5VidWvm0/ScNuUjZ9l_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/JZEqsSBWfgM/s72-c/humility.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-7884139175046712836</id><published>2009-03-19T08:22:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T08:33:44.333+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Money, money, money</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/ScHK--OhmLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xLLxzHzPFhg/s1600-h/barack-obama-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/ScHK--OhmLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xLLxzHzPFhg/s320/barack-obama-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314752218478516402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focusing your life solely on making a buck shows a certain poverty of ambition. It asks too little of yourself. Because it's only when you hitch your wagon to something larger than yourself that you realize your true potential. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barack Obama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-7884139175046712836?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7884139175046712836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/money-money-money.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/7884139175046712836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/7884139175046712836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/money-money-money.html' title='Money, money, money'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/ScHK--OhmLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xLLxzHzPFhg/s72-c/barack-obama-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-6528214031970476241</id><published>2009-03-18T08:26:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T08:32:11.410+04:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Ways to Boost Energy in Difficult Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/ScB5K3ACSEI/AAAAAAAAADc/h6f0ukJIJtM/s1600-h/peoplejumping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 78px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/ScB5K3ACSEI/AAAAAAAAADc/h6f0ukJIJtM/s200/peoplejumping.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314380787766937666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaders get that high energy is a prized currency. You can have big goals and boundless opportunities, but if you have no energy nothing gets done. The best athletes manage their energy superbly. So should you. Here are 6 ways to elevate your energy levels during stressful times:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do something physical daily (i.e., walk, swim, run, stretch). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Drink lots of water &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Eat lighter, smaller meals (and stop eating when you've had enough-not when you are full) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Consciously breathe more deeply &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Read inspirational books, listen to motivating audio programs and talk to positive people &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Listen to great music&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-6528214031970476241?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6528214031970476241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/6-ways-to-boost-energy-in-difficult.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/6528214031970476241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/6528214031970476241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/6-ways-to-boost-energy-in-difficult.html' title='6 Ways to Boost Energy in Difficult Times'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/ScB5K3ACSEI/AAAAAAAAADc/h6f0ukJIJtM/s72-c/peoplejumping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-840021672143977106</id><published>2009-03-18T08:11:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T08:20:30.484+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you a yes man?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/ScB1x3rhBaI/AAAAAAAAADM/0KcXzUoQEhc/s1600-h/Robin+Sharma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/ScB1x3rhBaI/AAAAAAAAADM/0KcXzUoQEhc/s200/Robin+Sharma.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314377059917694370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time you say yes to something that is unimportant, you say no to something that is important. "Yes men" never create anything great. There's great value in getting good at saying no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say no to the friend who wants to meet over coffee to gossip. Say no to the co-worker who wants to spread his negativity and cynicism. Say no to the relative who laughs at your dreams and makes you doubt yourself. Say no the social obligations that drain time from your life's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't be all things to all people. Know your priorities. Know your goals. Know what needs to get done over the coming weeks, months and years for you to feel that you played your best game as a human being. And then say no to everything else. Sure, some people around you will not be happy. But would you rather live your life according to the approval of others or aligned with you truth and your dreams? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extracted from "The Guide To Greatness" by Robin Sharma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-840021672143977106?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/840021672143977106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/are-you-yes-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/840021672143977106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/840021672143977106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/are-you-yes-man.html' title='Are you a yes man?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/ScB1x3rhBaI/AAAAAAAAADM/0KcXzUoQEhc/s72-c/Robin+Sharma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-2748219169098389199</id><published>2009-03-16T11:45:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T12:15:49.349+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/Sb4IXN20qkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/-zOtyKEdhQw/s1600-h/Bono+U2+leak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/Sb4IXN20qkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/-zOtyKEdhQw/s320/Bono+U2+leak.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313693805293382210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can you stand next to the truth and not see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change of heart comes slow..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Paul David Hewson,(Bono), U2 - No line on the horizon (2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-2748219169098389199?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/2748219169098389199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/change-of-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/2748219169098389199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/2748219169098389199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/change-of-heart.html' title='Change of heart...'/><author><name>Stereophonics -- Ariel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11715627713559489278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SaLTgS0X_hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2LzoiiiDOJc/S220/Ariel+7+July+2008+028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/Sb4IXN20qkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/-zOtyKEdhQw/s72-c/Bono+U2+leak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-4944890410176078260</id><published>2009-03-11T09:18:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T09:20:08.601+04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how I wish it could be.....</title><content type='html'>You took birth from Eruption&lt;br /&gt;Standing up as an exotic Island…&lt;br /&gt;Your people are born from mixture of culture&lt;br /&gt;Blessed with the splendor of being multi-racial…&lt;br /&gt;Set free as one people, today we take pride in saying we are Mauritian&lt;br /&gt;By the grace of our ancestors devotion.&lt;br /&gt;Let’s give way to the singing of our National Anthem&lt;br /&gt;Let it bind us together as one rainbow Nation….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……This is how I wish it could be….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-4944890410176078260?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4944890410176078260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-how-i-wish-it-could-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/4944890410176078260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/4944890410176078260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-how-i-wish-it-could-be.html' title='This is how I wish it could be.....'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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-7759843961520675302.post-8877581452548344047</id><published>2009-03-11T09:17:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T09:18:11.774+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy independence day</title><content type='html'>I stand for freedom of expression, doing what you believe in, and going after your dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathalie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-8877581452548344047?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/8877581452548344047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-independence-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/8877581452548344047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/8877581452548344047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-independence-day.html' title='Happy independence day'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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-7759843961520675302.post-2370017638032735090</id><published>2009-03-11T08:36:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T08:54:49.086+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop the bla, bla,bla.................................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SbdApxhSYJI/AAAAAAAAADE/cTfIeUfHK08/s1600-h/stop-racism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 141px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SbdApxhSYJI/AAAAAAAAADE/cTfIeUfHK08/s200/stop-racism.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311785371918557330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unity, respect, love, harmony&lt;br /&gt;Bla, bla, bla,bla......................&lt;br /&gt;Racism, communalism seem to be the buzz words these days.&lt;br /&gt;And it is getting worst each day,&lt;br /&gt;I am part of what you call the minority, how should I feel about it?&lt;br /&gt;You preach equality for all,&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes are we really all equal?&lt;br /&gt;Look at me deep in the eyes and tell me that we are all equal,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that it does not matter who wins or loses as ultimately we have at heart our Motherland.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am an idealist, I dream of one united Mauritian nation (Utopia?)&lt;br /&gt;But as opposed to some, I walk my talk, I am a human doing.&lt;br /&gt;One of my two best friends comes from the majority community, we share everything.&lt;br /&gt;I won’t swap him for anything in the world because he is who he is before being one of his community............&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I interact with people, I interact with the human being, not with the muslim, the hindu or the Chinese...........this is the Mauritius that I like, one where Raymond, Ah Kwet, Rajesh and Salim are all friends and equal.&lt;br /&gt;I know that deep inside a number of you share my views.&lt;br /&gt;However, deep inside is not enough,live your beliefs right now irrespective of what others say.&lt;br /&gt;Mauritius is not the country of one community or the other.&lt;br /&gt;Just like our ancestors irrespective of where they came from made history,&lt;br /&gt;It will take all of us to make a rainbow nation,&lt;br /&gt;My wish is that we say NO TO RACISM!, NO TO COMMUNALISM! and that we live like a mosaic,one of those where each colour contributes to the overall picture.&lt;br /&gt;Long live to mosaic Mauritius&lt;br /&gt;Peace and love&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-2370017638032735090?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/2370017638032735090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/stop-bla-blabla.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/2370017638032735090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/2370017638032735090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/stop-bla-blabla.html' title='Stop the bla, bla,bla.................................'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SbdApxhSYJI/AAAAAAAAADE/cTfIeUfHK08/s72-c/stop-racism.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-389091416979308298</id><published>2009-03-09T22:46:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:49:13.402+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maurice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SbVkVvha4aI/AAAAAAAAABI/TIzKvw6Y5oI/s1600-h/Morne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SbVkVvha4aI/AAAAAAAAABI/TIzKvw6Y5oI/s320/Morne.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311261660250038690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maurice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadis sauvage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aujourd`hui terre métissée!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longue vie à toi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-389091416979308298?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/389091416979308298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/maurice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/389091416979308298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/389091416979308298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/maurice.html' title='Maurice'/><author><name>Stereophonics -- Ariel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11715627713559489278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SaLTgS0X_hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2LzoiiiDOJc/S220/Ariel+7+July+2008+028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SbVkVvha4aI/AAAAAAAAABI/TIzKvw6Y5oI/s72-c/Morne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-5425456848050940950</id><published>2009-03-03T10:45:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:11:51.906+04:00</updated><title type='text'>National Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SazVSReKBSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ELXiBynCWkg/s1600-h/Flag-map_of_Mauritius.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 184px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SazVSReKBSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ELXiBynCWkg/s200/Flag-map_of_Mauritius.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308852570667222306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our national day is coming fast, it would be great to read your views and vows for our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send your posts early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to read you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-5425456848050940950?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/5425456848050940950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/national-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/5425456848050940950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/5425456848050940950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/national-day.html' title='National Day'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SazVSReKBSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ELXiBynCWkg/s72-c/Flag-map_of_Mauritius.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-4285237562701122845</id><published>2009-03-02T21:11:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T21:14:32.640+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Equilibrium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SawT0lUFstI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WRwz_0l1wOg/s1600-h/Superbe_Biere+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SawT0lUFstI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WRwz_0l1wOg/s320/Superbe_Biere+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308639854853468882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Balance the Head with the Heart"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-4285237562701122845?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4285237562701122845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/equilibrium.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/4285237562701122845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/4285237562701122845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/equilibrium.html' title='Equilibrium'/><author><name>Stereophonics -- Ariel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11715627713559489278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SaLTgS0X_hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2LzoiiiDOJc/S220/Ariel+7+July+2008+028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SawT0lUFstI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WRwz_0l1wOg/s72-c/Superbe_Biere+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-6584205802987613344</id><published>2009-02-27T13:23:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:34:09.001+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Parvis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SathV1NuXcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FFx8dbQT3W0/s1600-h/St+Louis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308443613476052418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SathV1NuXcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FFx8dbQT3W0/s200/St+Louis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parvis,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mot provenant de « Paradis »&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Les prières se mêlent,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;D’ici, elles montent au ciel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Espace de lumière où se résolvent tous les mystères ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Endroit magique&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qui peut rassembler tant d’âmes uniques&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jadis un parking sauvage,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maintenant lieu d’harmonie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Où trône Saint Louis,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patron de Port Louis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Utilisé pour le culte en plein air ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reposoirs, funérailles, messes et processions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Le Parvis est une place de large respiration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou prônent échanges et expressions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;D’évènements historiques&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce Parvis fut témoin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ici le Cardinal fut accueilli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afin de marquer son élévation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aux intempéries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Résiste la fontaine aux lions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qui au patrimoine national est inscrit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Modeste dans sa grandeur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bâti pour notre honneur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Il a su se faire une place dans nos cœurs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Composed by my 15 years old daughter Estelle Lareine on the occasion of the inauguration of the garden in front of St Louis Cathedral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Padmini &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-6584205802987613344?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6584205802987613344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/parvis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/6584205802987613344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/6584205802987613344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/parvis.html' title='Parvis'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SathV1NuXcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FFx8dbQT3W0/s72-c/St+Louis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-7232598171027558332</id><published>2009-02-27T13:23:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:27:56.534+04:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't get no..........satisfaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH5VidWvm0/SaexZ3WGboI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HPF8bOjtB2s/s1600-h/satisfaction.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307405743790911106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH5VidWvm0/SaexZ3WGboI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HPF8bOjtB2s/s200/satisfaction.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have all heard Rolling Stones perform Satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, apparently there exists a “Can’t Get No Satisfaction“ syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is characterized by low morale, where one just can’t get motivated for anything; nothing seems to be exciting enough. The trouble in such times is that nothing seems to be able to put you back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a call from a close friend who says that he is suffering from this syndrome, he can’t get any satisfaction. He asked me for my opinion on the subject.........tough task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suggested that he does some soul searching as I believe he is the only one who has answers to his own qualms. The door to happiness swings from inside. As opposed to what many people think, happiness surely does not lie in having a fat bank account, a brand new BMW or going out with the sexiest of the Pussy Cat Dolls. Happiness to me lies in being true to yourself, of utmost integrity, living in line with your beliefs, practising what you preach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In many cases people suffering from such syndrome are not happy about themselves in the first place. So I recommended that he sits down and find out where things are going wrong and work on solutions. I can promise you that the minute you start working on a solution the sun although shy will start to shine again as you will see hope of a better tomorrow. Inaction is likely to push you further down. Make small positive changes, set yourself goals and commit to them. If you are fat - eat healthier, exercise a little bit etc and START NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I urge him to banish negative thinking. How can one enjoy life if one is full of negative thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Small victories will make a huge change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I await your comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bon Week End!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daryl J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-7232598171027558332?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7232598171027558332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-cant-get-nosatisfaction.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/7232598171027558332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/7232598171027558332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-cant-get-nosatisfaction.html' title='I can&apos;t get no..........satisfaction'/><author><name>Daryl J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573851311814175619</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH5VidWvm0/SaexZ3WGboI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HPF8bOjtB2s/s72-c/satisfaction.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-7652652225564825318</id><published>2009-02-25T20:43:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:43:32.153+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The search for Wholeness; self realisation?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SaV-9lM1s7I/AAAAAAAAAAo/Khzql1e2a6E/s1600-h/Friday+night+Mauritius.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306787332349080498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SaV-9lM1s7I/AAAAAAAAAAo/Khzql1e2a6E/s320/Friday+night+Mauritius.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past days, I was thinking on my way to "realize" myself, on wholeness... what would it take? I want to share my thought with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the pursuit of wholeness is like circling through and getting closer to different meanings, interpretations and situations of life ... where we may take a lifetime to arrive at the apex of our self-realisation... but we usually get a better understanding of what we are, what we need and what we can do, through passing every sort of experience of ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fact is that, the meaning of life differs from man to man, from day to day and even from hour to hour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be we are all moving in the same direction, may be at different pace but I am pretty sure that we are all on the same highway, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;the highway to wholeness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-7652652225564825318?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7652652225564825318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/search-for-wholeness-self-realisation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/7652652225564825318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/7652652225564825318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/search-for-wholeness-self-realisation.html' title='The search for Wholeness; self realisation?'/><author><name>Stereophonics -- Ariel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11715627713559489278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SaLTgS0X_hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2LzoiiiDOJc/S220/Ariel+7+July+2008+028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SaV-9lM1s7I/AAAAAAAAAAo/Khzql1e2a6E/s72-c/Friday+night+Mauritius.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-1273321884655897594</id><published>2009-02-25T13:28:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:35:06.427+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell them how you feel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH5VidWvm0/SaUQV56IdSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zLepZNUsUn4/s1600-h/09-11-05-716428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306665704433939746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH5VidWvm0/SaUQV56IdSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zLepZNUsUn4/s200/09-11-05-716428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you sit and think, you'll realise that often we take for granted the persons who love us the most. We are always so busy being busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On 9/11 the cellphone networks of New York were flooded by calls from people trapped in the twin towers addressed to their loved ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that you people are not of those who need to experience the loss through divorce, separation or death of a loved one to realise how blessed you are having them in your lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a minute, pick up the phone and say to your wife, husband, children, sister, brother, mum, dad - all loved ones how much you care about them. You'll never regret it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daryl J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-1273321884655897594?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1273321884655897594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/tell-them-how-you-feel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/1273321884655897594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/1273321884655897594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/tell-them-how-you-feel.html' title='Tell them how you feel'/><author><name>Daryl J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573851311814175619</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH5VidWvm0/SaUQV56IdSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zLepZNUsUn4/s72-c/09-11-05-716428.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-8950413360781683360</id><published>2009-02-24T12:34:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:36:10.444+04:00</updated><title type='text'>L Alchimiste............Paulo Coelho</title><content type='html'>"La crainte de la souffrance est pire que la souffrance elle meme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aucun coeur n'a jamais souffert alors qu'il etait a la poursuite de ses reves"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-8950413360781683360?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/8950413360781683360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/l-alchimistepaulo-coelho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/8950413360781683360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/8950413360781683360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/l-alchimistepaulo-coelho.html' title='L Alchimiste............Paulo Coelho'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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-7759843961520675302.post-5696786447035177006</id><published>2009-02-24T12:28:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:33:56.794+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Opportunities............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SaOv4guVLtI/AAAAAAAAACs/XH04-TTFK-0/s1600-h/646171218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SaOv4guVLtI/AAAAAAAAACs/XH04-TTFK-0/s320/646171218.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306278171364372178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The tragedy of life is not that it ends so soon, but that we wait so long to begin it."&lt;br /&gt;W.M Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is short and, opportunities are rare, and we have to be vigilant so as to be ready take them. &lt;br /&gt;I am not talking here only of the opportunities to progress but the opportunities to laugh, to see the enchantment in the world and...to live, because life doesn't owe us anything, as a matter of fact, we owe something to the world...&lt;br /&gt;And if we can just believe in it...then we sure can change the world...each of us...in our very own way... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-5696786447035177006?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/5696786447035177006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/opportunities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/5696786447035177006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/5696786447035177006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/opportunities.html' title='Opportunities............'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SaOv4guVLtI/AAAAAAAAACs/XH04-TTFK-0/s72-c/646171218.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-5355220822534941924</id><published>2009-02-24T12:26:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:27:21.780+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Move on</title><content type='html'>" When you put one crab in a bucket, it can easily get out. If you put 10 crabs in a bucket none escape. As one tries to escape, nine others pull it back in. When you start moving toward your goal, expect some criticism and move on regardless."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padmini&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-5355220822534941924?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/5355220822534941924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/move-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/5355220822534941924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/5355220822534941924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/move-on.html' title='Move on'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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-7759843961520675302.post-4989862781026323725</id><published>2009-02-20T08:08:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T08:13:18.304+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dare to dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZ4tYjefEgI/AAAAAAAAACk/B7IKTH85LtA/s1600-h/dreams_moon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZ4tYjefEgI/AAAAAAAAACk/B7IKTH85LtA/s320/dreams_moon.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304727310952239618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone said to me this morning "Dreams are for those who sleep, life is for us to live".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said to him " A thought is the mother of an action. Faith and belief can move mountains"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's life without hope, what's life without dreams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never ever stop dreaming and hoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-4989862781026323725?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4989862781026323725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/dare-to-dream.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/4989862781026323725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/4989862781026323725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/dare-to-dream.html' title='Dare to dream'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZ4tYjefEgI/AAAAAAAAACk/B7IKTH85LtA/s72-c/dreams_moon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-4772747990037039065</id><published>2009-02-19T15:42:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T15:45:22.242+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZ1F9FtQfAI/AAAAAAAAACU/SAPU4OemUxc/s1600-h/n1521002231_30198603_9990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZ1F9FtQfAI/AAAAAAAAACU/SAPU4OemUxc/s200/n1521002231_30198603_9990.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304472851918650370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not raise your kids the way you want, they do not belong to you. Raise them instead the way you need to, they are our future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-4772747990037039065?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4772747990037039065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-not-raise-your-kids-way-you-want.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/4772747990037039065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/4772747990037039065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-not-raise-your-kids-way-you-want.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZ1F9FtQfAI/AAAAAAAAACU/SAPU4OemUxc/s72-c/n1521002231_30198603_9990.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-3104161738215433416</id><published>2009-02-19T15:33:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T15:39:25.361+04:00</updated><title type='text'>From Potter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZ1EtPxC5RI/AAAAAAAAACM/GoWfjlknMYs/s1600-h/potter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZ1EtPxC5RI/AAAAAAAAACM/GoWfjlknMYs/s200/potter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304471480229356818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If you want to change your reality then you must do things differently' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Herold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-3104161738215433416?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3104161738215433416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/from-potter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/3104161738215433416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/3104161738215433416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/from-potter.html' title='From Potter'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZ1EtPxC5RI/AAAAAAAAACM/GoWfjlknMYs/s72-c/potter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-8527332944754301710</id><published>2009-02-13T14:15:00.008+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T15:23:12.844+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love grows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZVX_ST6I3I/AAAAAAAAACE/Y_W7lnE-1IQ/s1600-h/FL-FSO-00-001-09P~Love-Grows-Everyday-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZVX_ST6I3I/AAAAAAAAACE/Y_W7lnE-1IQ/s200/FL-FSO-00-001-09P~Love-Grows-Everyday-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302240881057342322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it my love, honey or darling words are not enough&lt;br /&gt;Nothing describes love&lt;br /&gt;Be it morning, midday or night time is not enough&lt;br /&gt;Nothing ends love&lt;br /&gt;We have only started to walk its path&lt;br /&gt;We have only started to enjoy its meaning &lt;br /&gt;Our love grows and lives healthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-8527332944754301710?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/8527332944754301710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-grows.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/8527332944754301710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/8527332944754301710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-grows.html' title='Love grows'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZVX_ST6I3I/AAAAAAAAACE/Y_W7lnE-1IQ/s72-c/FL-FSO-00-001-09P~Love-Grows-Everyday-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-2546855185472277214</id><published>2009-02-13T14:15:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T15:03:09.117+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Potter says..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZVTKOnz3EI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CgVW3f6Q6m4/s1600-h/valentine4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZVTKOnz3EI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CgVW3f6Q6m4/s200/valentine4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302235571487497282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'from the holy book we learn that love is long suffering and kind, love bears all things and love is pure but most of all, love, true love is unconditional'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving unconditionally is perhaps the biggest and bravest thing humanity can do!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-2546855185472277214?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/2546855185472277214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/potter-says.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/2546855185472277214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/2546855185472277214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/potter-says.html' title='The Potter says..........'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZVTKOnz3EI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CgVW3f6Q6m4/s72-c/valentine4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-5639049699218969493</id><published>2009-02-13T14:15:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T14:24:52.443+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZVI-vQcUMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/8FSIOSUMMkk/s1600-h/love+hurts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZVI-vQcUMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/8FSIOSUMMkk/s200/love+hurts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302224378973147330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, no love letters from me&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts go to all those who are suffering&lt;br /&gt;All those disillusioned, heart-broken people&lt;br /&gt;All those who are out of love, for whom Valentine revives only painful memories &lt;br /&gt;A happy couple is not given&lt;br /&gt;A happy couple is hard work, hard work every day,&lt;br /&gt;Just like it takes two to tango, it takes two for love to flourish &lt;br /&gt;If it is true that we live only once, then love should be the only option,&lt;br /&gt;I made the choice to love eight years back, to love unconditionally, to love endlessly.It is still going strong.&lt;br /&gt;We should never forget that love is patient; love is kind and envies no one.&lt;br /&gt;Love is never boastful, nor conceited, nor rude; never selfish, not quick to take offense.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing love cannot face; there is no limit to its faith, its hope, and endurance.&lt;br /&gt;In a word, there are three things that last forever: faith, hope, and love; but the greatest of them all is love.”&lt;br /&gt;Our homes, our hearts are no place where love and hate should collide, &lt;br /&gt;They were made for love only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Valentine's day, cherish your loved one, spoil him/her if need be.............life is too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. When I see and hear of so much sufferings around me, I feel blessed to be happily married. Thanks my love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-5639049699218969493?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/5639049699218969493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-hurts.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/5639049699218969493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/5639049699218969493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-hurts.html' title='Love Hurts'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZVI-vQcUMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/8FSIOSUMMkk/s72-c/love+hurts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-3114818894172691111</id><published>2009-02-13T14:03:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T14:05:57.839+04:00</updated><title type='text'>To my sweet valentine,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZVF3UoVYhI/AAAAAAAAABs/If-2QRGjSAY/s1600-h/amour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZVF3UoVYhI/AAAAAAAAABs/If-2QRGjSAY/s200/amour.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302220953031631378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first met, I knew instantly you were the perfect one for me&lt;br /&gt;Our five years of dating were memorable, I enjoyed every single second, minute and hour &lt;br /&gt;We have now been married for 7 ½ years and blessed with 3 wonderful kids&lt;br /&gt;You were always present when I needed you the most, you put aside your own fear to stay with me at the clinic when I had our children.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember vividly how you held my hands and kissed me on my forehead while I was screaming of pain.&lt;br /&gt;Like all couples, our married life has its ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;And like all human beings, you possess numerous qualities and flaws but for me, you are still the perfect one.&lt;br /&gt;No exact words can describe my feelings for you. You are simply my love and my Prince Charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-3114818894172691111?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3114818894172691111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-my-sweet-valentine.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/3114818894172691111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/3114818894172691111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-my-sweet-valentine.html' title='To my sweet valentine,'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZVF3UoVYhI/AAAAAAAAABs/If-2QRGjSAY/s72-c/amour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-1598980438352122419</id><published>2009-02-13T13:10:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T13:16:12.221+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZU6TJ-AcxI/AAAAAAAAABk/bUCR0jU3Mik/s1600-h/valentine-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZU6TJ-AcxI/AAAAAAAAABk/bUCR0jU3Mik/s200/valentine-day.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302208237066547986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it really? Sex? No! Romance? No! Passion? No! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things only form part of Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a mixture of trust, friendship, attention and comprehension. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you my love story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started during my university life when I met someone special and there our love story started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having him by my side has changed my life completely. In my difficult times he was there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not always to help me but his presence was enough. Having him in my life has shown me the real meaning of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is being emotionally safe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I am on my own, a simple thought of him makes me smile and realise how &lt;br /&gt;beautiful life is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, I can feel his presence on my bed though he is not there with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if we are apart, I know there is no distance between our hearts. I love him sincerely and I misses him whenever he is not around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heena&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-1598980438352122419?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1598980438352122419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/love.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/1598980438352122419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/1598980438352122419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZU6TJ-AcxI/AAAAAAAAABk/bUCR0jU3Mik/s72-c/valentine-day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-1811298914249083429</id><published>2009-02-13T13:06:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T13:09:41.604+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZU4eUsQMVI/AAAAAAAAABc/fDZjeWnOAC0/s1600-h/valentine-day-main-image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZU4eUsQMVI/AAAAAAAAABc/fDZjeWnOAC0/s200/valentine-day-main-image.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302206229900177746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six years by your side, we went through ups &amp; downs together but still&lt;br /&gt;I promise to compliment &amp; appreciate you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to honor your thoughts and feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to stand by your side through thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to accept your uniqueness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to value the way we compliment each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to spend quality time with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to cherish you with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to love you unconditionally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you &amp; will always love you till my last breath, I PROMISE!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs &amp; Kisses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nush&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-1811298914249083429?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1811298914249083429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/1811298914249083429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/1811298914249083429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-love.html' title='My Love'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZU4eUsQMVI/AAAAAAAAABc/fDZjeWnOAC0/s72-c/valentine-day-main-image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-1642048654748675137</id><published>2009-02-13T09:46:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T09:50:51.688+04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 years already</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH5VidWvm0/SZUJrNwR4wI/AAAAAAAAAAc/quTO5nTX_Tk/s1600-h/husband_and_wife_final_jpg_rZd_79081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302154774329811714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH5VidWvm0/SZUJrNwR4wI/AAAAAAAAAAc/quTO5nTX_Tk/s200/husband_and_wife_final_jpg_rZd_79081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realise that in 10 years that we are together,&lt;br /&gt;Never have I sat down to drop you a few lines,&lt;br /&gt;I won’t pretend that it is not my style,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’ve really tried hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I prefer listening to love songs holding you tight rather than writing love letters for which &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have absolutely no talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However as only fools do not feel the need to change, I made up my mind and thus here I am picking my brains to write you these few lines.................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who said that marriage was easy? We fall in love with a personality but we must live with a character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who said that love was a bed of roses................ it is more of a roller coaster ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In any case I deeply believe that anyone fancying easy living should not marry.&lt;br /&gt;As for me, sitting here thinking about you brings to me only memories of the good times spent together so far........................there is absolutely no place for frustration, anger or whatsoever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could this be love? Am I in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes darling, I am very much in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My wish is that we grow old together; my desire is for us to be always together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Valentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daryl J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-1642048654748675137?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1642048654748675137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-years-already.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/1642048654748675137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/1642048654748675137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-years-already.html' title='10 years already'/><author><name>Daryl J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573851311814175619</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH5VidWvm0/SZUJrNwR4wI/AAAAAAAAAAc/quTO5nTX_Tk/s72-c/husband_and_wife_final_jpg_rZd_79081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-6462665092056582559</id><published>2009-02-13T08:42:00.007+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T09:18:29.918+04:00</updated><title type='text'>L’Amour C’est:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZUCgOOUtSI/AAAAAAAAABU/1xIWeVD8O5I/s1600-h/cover-fil_vers_l_amour_bis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZUCgOOUtSI/AAAAAAAAABU/1xIWeVD8O5I/s200/cover-fil_vers_l_amour_bis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302146888895870242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C’est le sentiment le plus difficile à exprimer mais qui nous aide à nous sentir tellement bien;&lt;br /&gt;C’est ce qui nous donne la force pour aller au dela de nos limites;&lt;br /&gt;C’est ce qui nous fais tenir le coup quand tout semble aller de travers;&lt;br /&gt;C’est cette complicité que partage deux êtres qui s’aiment;&lt;br /&gt;C’est le soutien et l’attention que l’on a l’un pour l’autre dans un couple.&lt;br /&gt;L’Amour c’est aussi:&lt;br /&gt;L’amie qui vient vous tendre la main quand on en a besoin;&lt;br /&gt;La mère qui se dévoue pour son enfant;&lt;br /&gt;Le frère ou la soeur qui est toujours à l’écoute et qui est la pour vous soutenir.&lt;br /&gt;C’est un sentiment qui fait tourner le monde et sans lequel rien ne serait possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-6462665092056582559?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6462665092056582559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/lamour-cest.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/6462665092056582559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/6462665092056582559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/lamour-cest.html' title='L’Amour C’est:'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZUCgOOUtSI/AAAAAAAAABU/1xIWeVD8O5I/s72-c/cover-fil_vers_l_amour_bis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-7079441849612912152</id><published>2009-02-13T08:42:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T08:46:55.834+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZT61SLGJXI/AAAAAAAAABM/XNpwtw3WuIQ/s1600-h/mother_and_baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZT61SLGJXI/AAAAAAAAABM/XNpwtw3WuIQ/s200/mother_and_baby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302138454640305522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came into my life when I least expected&lt;br /&gt;Your presence within me I suddenly detected&lt;br /&gt;Opening my mind, changing my body&lt;br /&gt;Altering my mood from cry to happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushing your way through to see the light&lt;br /&gt;My pain and cries disappeared at your sight&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful, how gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;Was this gift to me so precious…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your tiny hands, you tiny feet&lt;br /&gt;Your angel smile so sweet….&lt;br /&gt;Your skin perfume of innocence&lt;br /&gt;Left me in awe in your presence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing in me made me realize, the wonders of the miracle&lt;br /&gt;of Life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mysterious feeling deep in me&lt;br /&gt;Made me want to cuddle you&lt;br /&gt;That you feel the warm beat of my heart&lt;br /&gt;So true…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hold you so close, I simply feel&lt;br /&gt;That I can protect can you with my love so real…&lt;br /&gt;You came into me when I least expected&lt;br /&gt;You are the love of my life, you make me delighted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my child, my angel from up above&lt;br /&gt;I’ll live to fill you with all my Love…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-7079441849612912152?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7079441849612912152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/baby-love.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/7079441849612912152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/7079441849612912152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/baby-love.html' title='Baby Love'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZT61SLGJXI/AAAAAAAAABM/XNpwtw3WuIQ/s72-c/mother_and_baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-9156086412818122378</id><published>2009-02-13T08:21:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T08:41:00.198+04:00</updated><title type='text'>With You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZT5rSYG81I/AAAAAAAAABE/ryc1p_IuJAk/s1600-h/921-i_love_you_teddy_bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302137183384564562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZT5rSYG81I/AAAAAAAAABE/ryc1p_IuJAk/s320/921-i_love_you_teddy_bear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Dear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am glad you’re in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I could make a wish , I would wish to wake up every day with you , to the touch of your hand on my skin . A hand to hold through old age, a person to laugh with even through the joke wasn’t even funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am glad to be yours, yours my sweetheart, together there are nothing we cannot do. With you life takes on a new meaning, so thank you my love for being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Valentine day my dear husband&lt;br /&gt;Nathalie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-9156086412818122378?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/9156086412818122378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/with-you.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/9156086412818122378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/9156086412818122378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/with-you.html' title='With You'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZT5rSYG81I/AAAAAAAAABE/ryc1p_IuJAk/s72-c/921-i_love_you_teddy_bear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-3994313266815723683</id><published>2009-02-13T08:21:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T08:28:12.413+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt</title><content type='html'>“We hurt people we love because of the fear that they will hurt us first.”&lt;br /&gt;To love without expecting anything in return is the greatest lesson to be learned in life…&lt;br /&gt;To overcome and master it is its life’s greatest achievement…&lt;br /&gt;But to be loved in return is life’s greatest gift…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-3994313266815723683?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3994313266815723683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/hurt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/3994313266815723683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/3994313266815723683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/hurt.html' title='Hurt'/><author><name>Daryl J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573851311814175619</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-7759843961520675302.post-2462700025337234922</id><published>2009-02-13T08:07:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T08:16:33.532+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Words are not enough.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jRo8Og0EE1I/SZTy6Zw42AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZjTJAbXCguc/s1600-h/Candy+C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302129746484189186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jRo8Og0EE1I/SZTy6Zw42AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZjTJAbXCguc/s320/Candy+C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words are not enough to express this feeling deep down inside........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its like I've known you for ages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when i see you, I just can't hide what my heart needs to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only i could find a way for your to see, for you to feel my ache and longing only you could heal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words can barely show what my heart wants you to know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I long to be with you forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My endless lover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Candy C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-2462700025337234922?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/2462700025337234922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/words-are-not-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/2462700025337234922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/2462700025337234922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/words-are-not-enough.html' title='Words are not enough.........'/><author><name>Candy C</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jRo8Og0EE1I/SZTy6Zw42AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZjTJAbXCguc/s72-c/Candy+C.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-7577860221791280612</id><published>2009-02-12T20:20:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:24:05.240+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Love</title><content type='html'>The fragrance of your love once breezed into my life,&lt;br /&gt;and now its, making magic in my heart, every moment, every day...&lt;br /&gt;As you give me a reason to live for, the reason being you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tachou&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-7577860221791280612?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7577860221791280612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/forever-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/7577860221791280612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/7577860221791280612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/forever-love.html' title='Forever Love'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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-7759843961520675302.post-6091685434988186966</id><published>2009-02-12T17:24:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T17:34:45.452+04:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZQkdUaO8YI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Y8xBHC6miDA/s1600-h/Murv.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZQkdUaO8YI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Y8xBHC6miDA/s200/Murv.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301902747435463042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the gentle touch with a hint of passion and a soft sprinkle of lust. &lt;br /&gt;Love is trust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is holding hands ever so gently under the moon light &lt;br /&gt;Love is trust &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is looking so deeply into your lover's eyes with the feeling that, &lt;br /&gt;this is so right.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love is a sweet walk in the park with that special someone. &lt;br /&gt;Love is pain, pleasure and everything nice &lt;br /&gt;Love is trust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is loving and caring for you in a very special way. &lt;br /&gt;Love is remembering the simple and special things we do and say. &lt;br /&gt;Love is remembering how sweet you are and wishing you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WISHING YOU A HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-6091685434988186966?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6091685434988186966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-is-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/6091685434988186966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/6091685434988186966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-is-love.html' title='What is Love?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZQkdUaO8YI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Y8xBHC6miDA/s72-c/Murv.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-1402047081726471252</id><published>2009-02-12T16:00:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:03:31.444+04:00</updated><title type='text'>L' Amour - Oh.........L'amour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZQPwnkXbwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/R7RbbI6z6kE/s1600-h/L%27amour+poem+jenny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZQPwnkXbwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/R7RbbI6z6kE/s320/L%27amour+poem+jenny.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301879989251567362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce doux petit mot qui nous chavire, fait battre nos coeurs…&lt;br /&gt;Qui nous fait vivre sur un petit nuage ou de temps a autre nous met le morale a plat.&lt;br /&gt;Mais tout le monde sera d’accord, nous avons tous besoin d'amour ….que nous soyons femmes ou hommes. &lt;br /&gt;Mais n’attendons pas la Saint Valentin pour feter, que nos jours soient de temps en temps la Saint Valentin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-1402047081726471252?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1402047081726471252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/l-amour-ohlamour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/1402047081726471252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/1402047081726471252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/l-amour-ohlamour.html' title='L&apos; Amour - Oh.........L&apos;amour'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SZQPwnkXbwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/R7RbbI6z6kE/s72-c/L%27amour+poem+jenny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-1057976741004580919</id><published>2009-02-12T13:26:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T13:32:50.844+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH5VidWvm0/SZPsgHZ6gpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/87MV8kabmqk/s1600-h/My-Valentine-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301841222832915090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH5VidWvm0/SZPsgHZ6gpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/87MV8kabmqk/s320/My-Valentine-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People usually choose this special day to say "I love you" to their beloved ones...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The question is, "What about the other days?"A year has about 365 days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there only one day to express love?Only a day to show people we love that we do?Is there only a day: 14th February?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should we offer a tangible gift to show that we care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe that an "I love you" is more meaningful when it comes from the heart, irrespective of the date...Actions speak louder than words, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine day, I thus believe, should be everyday...And it should be expressed through the little things, a hug, a kiss, a supportive shoulder, a reassuring smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is funny how one person can help bringing out the best in us...This one person who makes the petty things appear unique and great...It's funny how a smile from that person is enough to make you forget a hard day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"At this moment there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world.Six billion people in the world. Six billion souls. And sometimes -- all you need is one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-1057976741004580919?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1057976741004580919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentine-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/1057976741004580919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/1057976741004580919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentine-day.html' title='Valentine day'/><author><name>Daryl J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573851311814175619</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH5VidWvm0/SZPsgHZ6gpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/87MV8kabmqk/s72-c/My-Valentine-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-3741890731177744659</id><published>2009-02-12T08:35:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T08:46:24.537+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Just a quick reminder....................only one day left to post your Valentine's thoughts on our blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to read from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daryl J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-3741890731177744659?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3741890731177744659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentine-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/3741890731177744659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/3741890731177744659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentine-thoughts.html' title='Valentine Thoughts'/><author><name>Daryl J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573851311814175619</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-7759843961520675302.post-5145395002728031784</id><published>2009-02-10T17:02:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T17:04:08.167+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason, Season or Lifetime</title><content type='html'>People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you figure out which it is, you know exactly what to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed outwardly or inwardly. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally, or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend, and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then, without any wrong doing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up or out and force you to take a stand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled; their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and it is now time to move on. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When people come into your life for a SEASON, it is because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn. They may bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it! It is real! But, only for a season. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons; those things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person/people (anyway); and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant. Thank you for being a part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-5145395002728031784?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/5145395002728031784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/reason-season-or-lifetime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/5145395002728031784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/5145395002728031784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/reason-season-or-lifetime.html' title='Reason, Season or Lifetime'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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-7759843961520675302.post-2838992036372204665</id><published>2009-02-08T18:34:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:48:00.985+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings......................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SY7wTcWAQdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gP4ZjPivZvE/s1600-h/n1425664337_403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 151px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SY7wTcWAQdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gP4ZjPivZvE/s320/n1425664337_403.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300438028278317522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of us want to fall or fail....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life is such that there are moments when all of us, indistinctly, we fall down...&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, we face two choices...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can choose to blame our circumstances on fate or bad luck or bad choices...&lt;br /&gt;... or we can fight back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things aren't always going to be fair in the real world, &lt;br /&gt;that's just the way it is but for the most part we get what we give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the dreams we chase,&lt;br /&gt;the choices we make shape the person we decide to be. &lt;br /&gt;The rest of our life is a long time and the rest of our life starts right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-2838992036372204665?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/2838992036372204665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/feelings.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/2838992036372204665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/2838992036372204665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/feelings.html' title='Feelings......................'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SY7wTcWAQdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gP4ZjPivZvE/s72-c/n1425664337_403.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-3713981907790140786</id><published>2009-02-08T07:47:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T07:59:09.114+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Music And The Creation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SY5X5IotJXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OX3G2Ai80vg/s1600-h/music.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SY5X5IotJXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OX3G2Ai80vg/s320/music.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300270450544026994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switch the music on and let me escape, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me free my mind and fly to a dimension where troubles are left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many believe that the world was created in seven days,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the first thing the almighty created was music,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that only music could have inspired him to make the world that he dared to dream come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are down, remember that your favourite music will elevate your soul and help you smile again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-3713981907790140786?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3713981907790140786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/music-and-creation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/3713981907790140786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/3713981907790140786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/music-and-creation.html' title='Music And The Creation'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SY5X5IotJXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OX3G2Ai80vg/s72-c/music.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-1252141015739218308</id><published>2009-02-08T07:00:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T07:09:00.614+04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thought For Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SY5Mqpmn6RI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SeNhHhFHmX4/s1600-h/valentine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SY5Mqpmn6RI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SeNhHhFHmX4/s400/valentine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300258107067722002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get published on Thought Of The Day by sending until 13 February 2009 your poem or anything else you want to share on Valentine to daryl.jones17@gmail.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best poems/ thoughts will be published on Valentine Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-1252141015739218308?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1252141015739218308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/thought-for-valentine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/1252141015739218308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/1252141015739218308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/thought-for-valentine.html' title='A Thought For Valentine'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SY5Mqpmn6RI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SeNhHhFHmX4/s72-c/valentine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-7211710967988082965</id><published>2009-02-07T07:35:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T07:37:12.427+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Do things that revitalise you and make you feel good!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-7211710967988082965?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7211710967988082965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-things-that-revitalise-you-and-make.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/7211710967988082965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/7211710967988082965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-things-that-revitalise-you-and-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Stereophonics -- Ariel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11715627713559489278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SaLTgS0X_hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2LzoiiiDOJc/S220/Ariel+7+July+2008+028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-1020523817810581762</id><published>2009-02-05T08:09:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T08:12:05.710+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The 11 Rules To Change Our World</title><content type='html'>1. You be the change you dream of seeing (Thanks Mahatma Gandhi). "If everyone of us would sweep their own doorstep, the whole world would be clean," observed Mother Teresa. She was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Make time every day to reconnect to your highest ideals and boldest dreams. Without hope, people perish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Leave every person you meet better than you found them. Life's too short to withhold encouragement and kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. As I wrote in 'The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari", see every setback as a stepping stone and every problem as a blessing in disguise. Contrary to what critics might say, these are NOT corny aphorisms. They are timeless truths of humanity. (And critics are just people too scared to grow their dreams anyway - pay no attention to them. The world needs more people lifting people up rather than putting people down).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Go the extra mile in everything you do - you don't need a title to be a leader. And on your deathbed, you'll never regret expressing the best within you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do what's right rather than what's easy. Being a great person isn't a popularity contest. Many of the greatest leaders were disliked because they refused to bend to the winds of public opinion. That's called Strength of Character&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Care for your health. You elevate the world by elevating yourself and your health really matters. Why be the richest person in the graveyard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Tell your kids they are geniuses - and how much you adore them. Each of us are born geniuses but lose that gift within the first 6 years of our lives as we adopt the fears and limiting beliefs of those around us. Your kids are the leaders of the future. Grow their potential. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Learn something new every day. As you grow, you begin to see possibilities you didn't have the eyes to see before. Read from an inspiring book, listen to an audio program, visit a good blog, go to a powerful workshop or have a conversation with an elder. One idea is all it takes to transform your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Keep your life simple. Please. The secret to success and happiness is building your life around a few important things. The person who tries to do everything accomplishes nothing. As I recently mentioned on my blog, "What's the point in being busy doing the wrong things?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Remember that life is a mirror and we receive what we give out. To get more joy, give more joy. To have more respect, give more respect. To realize your dreams, help others realize theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin Sharma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I've written these lessons to help you make this year the single best year of your life yet. And to do my part to improve things. I need your help!If you were inspired by The 11 Rules To Change Our World, you can inspire others - and do YOUR part to improve our world. My goal is to circulate this list across the world via The Net within the next few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOGETHER we can touch so many people. Just circulate The 11 Rules to all those you know. Let's change the world by spreading good ideals rather than celebrating negative ones. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-1020523817810581762?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1020523817810581762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/11-rules-to-change-our-world.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/1020523817810581762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/1020523817810581762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/11-rules-to-change-our-world.html' title='The 11 Rules To Change Our World'/><author><name>Daryl J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573851311814175619</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-7759843961520675302.post-4629784515390790531</id><published>2009-02-03T19:10:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:34:31.150+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets - Evitable and Inevitable ... But!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"It is hard to face all the things we're not going to get to do in this lifetime...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But that's part of being mortal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;How wonderful if we can make even a little progress on the question life has asked us... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It is even more wonderful if we find a way to be paid while doing this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And nearly a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miracle&lt;/span&gt; if we are able to work on that in the company of others, in harmony and mutual appreciation ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Elaine N. Aron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-4629784515390790531?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4629784515390790531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/regrets-evitable-and-inevitable-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/4629784515390790531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/4629784515390790531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/regrets-evitable-and-inevitable-but.html' title='Regrets - Evitable and Inevitable ... But!!!'/><author><name>Stereophonics -- Ariel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11715627713559489278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdOHdyllvUA/SaLTgS0X_hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2LzoiiiDOJc/S220/Ariel+7+July+2008+028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-1379295190549193193</id><published>2009-02-02T16:42:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T17:12:10.271+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Live Thought Of The Day</title><content type='html'>Dear D,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot for asking me to contribute to your blog. I have been watching you guys for a year now, each time I thought that the initiative was sliding into oblivion there was one of the members there to revive the fire. This is encouraging and shows that Thought Of The Day is important to its members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am willing to contribute to this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long Live Thoughts Of The Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daryl J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-1379295190549193193?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/1379295190549193193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/1379295190549193193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/long-live-thought-of-day.html' title='Long Live Thought Of The Day'/><author><name>Daryl J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00573851311814175619</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-4146960369705363590</id><published>2009-02-02T16:07:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T17:33:41.278+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SYb2Izt7QpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t2fiQT7lLBY/s1600-h/ariel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SYb2Izt7QpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t2fiQT7lLBY/s200/ariel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298192642830189202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To get something you never had, you have to do something you never did!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-4146960369705363590?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4146960369705363590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-get-something-you-never-had-you-have.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/4146960369705363590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/4146960369705363590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-get-something-you-never-had-you-have.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFHAo-tzFPk/SYb2Izt7QpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/t2fiQT7lLBY/s72-c/ariel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7759843961520675302.post-8046106143629811210</id><published>2009-02-02T15:56:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:58:06.979+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fire Inside</title><content type='html'>Success doesn't come to the most intelligent/gifted/strong. The world is filled with geniuses who did zero with their talent. So no. Sustained success comes to the person with the biggest fire inside of them. Burning desire, unreasonable passion and massive beliefs in the importance of one's dreams are what creates genuine leaders. And people who reach their mountaintops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 is your year. It's the year you can upgrade every area and element of your life. From health to wealth. From relationships to career. It's all yours for the taking. This can be the year you turn it all around and take it to a whole new level of wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So find your fire. Look in the mirror. Remember who you are. And all that you've dreamed of being. And then act. And when you get knocked down or discouraged or afraid. Get back up. Light up the fire. And stoke it until it blazes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-8046106143629811210?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/8046106143629811210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/fire-inside.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/8046106143629811210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/8046106143629811210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/fire-inside.html' title='The Fire Inside'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</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-7759843961520675302.post-2443068425043081112</id><published>2009-02-02T15:44:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:49:07.718+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought Of The Day is about a few friends getting together to share positive and motivational thoughts. Thought Of The Day is about making positive contribution everyday to the lives of our members through strong ideas, motivational quotes or personal messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought Of the Day was about creating a forum where each one may share his personal feelings on whatever subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought Of The Day  has been going for over one year now because of the relentless support of our members who deeply believe that it is an adventure worth living and that we do make a difference in the lives of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The launch of this blog is a step further towards reaching people from all over the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7759843961520675302-2443068425043081112?l=ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/2443068425043081112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-friends-thought-of-day-is-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/2443068425043081112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7759843961520675302/posts/default/2443068425043081112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourthoughtoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-friends-thought-of-day-is-about.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829386139229859502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
