<?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-3895857690423466138</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:25:27.671-07:00</updated><category term='SIN'/><category term='women hijab muslim jilbab empower'/><category term='rain fall'/><category term='obama speech president Obama'/><category term='HOLIDAY'/><title type='text'>Perspectives</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895857690423466138/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' 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is only about our love&lt;br /&gt;nothing else could be&lt;br /&gt; just close n open ur eyes&lt;br /&gt; journey of life is this short&lt;br /&gt;so y waste it, be wise&lt;br /&gt;be calm n in comfort&lt;br /&gt;we give n recieve&lt;br /&gt;we loose n gain&lt;br /&gt;lets trust n believe&lt;br /&gt;lets not bring pain&lt;br /&gt;lets give protection&lt;br /&gt;under each others wing&lt;br /&gt;and fly to our destination&lt;br /&gt;be joyful n sing&lt;br /&gt; lets love and be loved&lt;br /&gt; follow the hearts desire&lt;br /&gt;lets be inspired&lt;br /&gt;not water n fire&lt;br /&gt;we are just travellers&lt;br /&gt; in the journey of life&lt;br /&gt;we met as strangers &lt;br /&gt;became companions for life&lt;br /&gt;our whole life depends&lt;br /&gt;on this second of life&lt;br /&gt;be patient though it ends&lt;br /&gt;lets be each others life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPhn5DxtTc/Szy1EmaJNNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/GEDAFtaAiUI/S220/wwwleen2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895857690423466138.post-803224812155623754</id><published>2010-06-14T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T04:34:22.662-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIN'/><title type='text'>IT IS A SIN</title><content type='html'>Loving you is a sin&lt;br /&gt;i believe it's a crime&lt;br /&gt;not committed under my will&lt;br /&gt;no matter how hard i try&lt;br /&gt;m afraid of hanging ur phone&lt;br /&gt;for the fear of leaving this precious thing&lt;br /&gt;n coming back to find its not there&lt;br /&gt;this love is hard to bear&lt;br /&gt;but i'm being patient&lt;br /&gt;i'm holding on to our friendship&lt;br /&gt;cos loving you is a sin&lt;br /&gt;a crime not commited&lt;br /&gt;under my will&lt;br /&gt;but why m i doing this sin?&lt;br /&gt;cos its not me&lt;br /&gt;but something with in&lt;br /&gt;my mind tries to stop&lt;br /&gt;but my heart keeps insisting&lt;br /&gt;it keeps comitting this crime&lt;br /&gt;of loving you which is a sin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895857690423466138-803224812155623754?l=lynoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynoo.blogspot.com/feeds/803224812155623754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895857690423466138&amp;postID=803224812155623754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895857690423466138/posts/default/803224812155623754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895857690423466138/posts/default/803224812155623754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-is-sin.html' title='IT IS A SIN'/><author><name>leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14495655463410737932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPhn5DxtTc/Szy1EmaJNNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/GEDAFtaAiUI/S220/wwwleen2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895857690423466138.post-4036786108233588311</id><published>2010-06-14T04:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T04:31:31.648-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain fall'/><title type='text'>RAIN FALL</title><content type='html'>rain would you fall on me today&lt;br /&gt;and make my day&lt;br /&gt;cos i need to freshen&lt;br /&gt;my heart has fallen&lt;br /&gt;and there is no way&lt;br /&gt;of picking it up anyway&lt;br /&gt;cos once fallen its fallen&lt;br /&gt;for this one guy of all men&lt;br /&gt;rain would you just fall on me&lt;br /&gt;and please wake me&lt;br /&gt;from this fearful dream&lt;br /&gt;want it to be just a dream&lt;br /&gt;cos rain he has stepped on it&lt;br /&gt;destroyed it, broken it&lt;br /&gt;rain when i was happy&lt;br /&gt;u were music and i didnt worry&lt;br /&gt;rain why do i feel that ur roaring now&lt;br /&gt;sharing my feelings as if you know&lt;br /&gt;dont u remember the day&lt;br /&gt;u came from far far away&lt;br /&gt;n u rained not only on me&lt;br /&gt;and fresh in my my mind i can see&lt;br /&gt;how in the cold shivering day&lt;br /&gt;you made us take shelter near the bay&lt;br /&gt;you brought us together&lt;br /&gt;as one soul one being&lt;br /&gt;so passionate we had been&lt;br /&gt;and werent u enjoying&lt;br /&gt;werent u with us falling&lt;br /&gt;giving strength n being supportive?&lt;br /&gt; now there is no motive&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like living&lt;br /&gt;this feeling is killing&lt;br /&gt;rain come,come fall on me&lt;br /&gt;it will never be what i want it to be&lt;br /&gt;wake me up and wash it all&lt;br /&gt;from my memory forever come pls fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895857690423466138-4036786108233588311?l=lynoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4036786108233588311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895857690423466138&amp;postID=4036786108233588311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895857690423466138/posts/default/4036786108233588311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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teachin all day&lt;br /&gt;heartbroken n missin day&lt;br /&gt;no kissin or makin love day&lt;br /&gt;in front of tv everyday&lt;br /&gt;foohi foohi foohi holiday&lt;br /&gt;this is all for today&lt;br /&gt;cos today is my washin day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895857690423466138-419648582142819410?l=lynoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynoo.blogspot.com/feeds/419648582142819410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895857690423466138&amp;postID=419648582142819410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895857690423466138/posts/default/419648582142819410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895857690423466138/posts/default/419648582142819410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/boring-holiday.html' title='BORING HOLIDAY'/><author><name>leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14495655463410737932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPhn5DxtTc/Szy1EmaJNNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/GEDAFtaAiUI/S220/wwwleen2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895857690423466138.post-3249827211631721667</id><published>2009-09-07T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T09:32:49.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when i met u : Sarah Geronimo/SONG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPhn5DxtTc/SqU1pgZoLBI/AAAAAAAAAJc/IpOfKfXqdIY/s1600-h/snoopy-missing-you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPhn5DxtTc/SqU1pgZoLBI/AAAAAAAAAJc/IpOfKfXqdIY/s320/snoopy-missing-you.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378764317152259090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was, an empty piece of a shell&lt;br /&gt;Just minding my own world&lt;br /&gt;Without even knowing, what love and life were all about&lt;br /&gt;Then you came,&lt;br /&gt;You've brought me out of the shell&lt;br /&gt;You gave me the world to me, and before&lt;br /&gt;I knew, there I was so in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;You gave me a reason for my being&lt;br /&gt;And I love what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;You gave me a meaning to my life&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've gone beyond existing&lt;br /&gt;And it all began, when I met you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II&lt;br /&gt;I love the touch of your hair&lt;br /&gt;And when I look in your eyes, I just know&lt;br /&gt;I know, I wanted something good&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure, my love for you will endure&lt;br /&gt;Your love light up my world and take all my cares&lt;br /&gt;Away where they can't bother me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;You gave me a reason for my being&lt;br /&gt;And I love what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;You gave me a meaning to my life&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've gone beyond existing&lt;br /&gt;And it all began, when I met you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;You taught me how to love&lt;br /&gt;You showed me how tomorrow and today&lt;br /&gt;My love, is different from the yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I knew, you taught me to love&lt;br /&gt;And darling, I will always cherish you!&lt;br /&gt;Today, tomorrow and forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure, our evening will come around&lt;br /&gt;I know, we'll be making love, like never before&lt;br /&gt;My love, who could asked for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;You gave me a reason for my being&lt;br /&gt;And I love what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;You gave me a meaning to my life&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've gone beyond existing&lt;br /&gt;And it all began, when I met you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895857690423466138-3249827211631721667?l=lynoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3249827211631721667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895857690423466138&amp;postID=3249827211631721667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895857690423466138/posts/default/3249827211631721667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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title='inauguration : Obama, congrats!'/><author><name>leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14495655463410737932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPhn5DxtTc/Szy1EmaJNNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/GEDAFtaAiUI/S220/wwwleen2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895857690423466138.post-1162275477165856323</id><published>2008-11-04T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:37:52.517-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women hijab muslim jilbab empower'/><title type='text'>Another piece of writing i found..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPhn5DxtTc/SRDAp03h5PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QSif9nr1El4/s1600-h/Satellite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPhn5DxtTc/SRDAp03h5PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QSif9nr1El4/s320/Satellite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264919789194831090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend said to me that before making a decision about wearing hijab i could discuss with difference scholars but i feel browsing also helps... here is what i found (www.readislam.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My First Day with Hijab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hijab: Empowering Women &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;By  Sariyah &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;"I was a Muslim, but the Hijab was simply not for me!," Sariyah said. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"But why, Sariya, why have you taken to wearing the hijab? You seem to be pretty liberated, your family is broadminded, you have a career, you're educated, and yet you chose this restrictive way of dressing!" &lt;br /&gt;                                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know you are young and feel that you can make a statement wearing this garment that you call the hijab, but is it worth being so different? Think about it, girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These comments that most women wearing hijab face take me back to that journey a lot of Muslim women went through, one that empowers you to accept the way of modesty and grace. A way of dressing that a believing sister accepts for the sole purpose of pleasing her Creator while knowing fully, however, that it is the best way for her. A simple garment that guarantees her respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, the one thing that the hijab signifies is freedom — freedom to be recognized for your thoughts, ideas, and intellect rather than the clothes you wear or the way you look. The hijab is the truest women's liberation movement. It truly emancipates a lady, gives her the status her womanhood demands, and lifts her to a pedestal where she is respected simply for who she is — a mother, a daughter, a sister, a businesswoman, a doctor, a teacher … an endless list of roles that women across the eons have been involved in. The woman in hijab is applauded for her acumen and skill, not for her curves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did not always feel this way. There was a time before accepting Islam when I believed all that the media portrays the hijab to be. I understood it then as a form of male domination and cloistered females. I myself came from a Catholic background and had a possessive father who ensured that my clothes were decent. In spite of this, the hijab to me was just too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had accepted Islam when I was around 15 years old, and I loved everything about my new way of life except the fact that it asked me to cover up! What was the need? Why? Nah, I was a Muslim, but the hijab was simply not for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day I read this in the Qur'an:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[O Prophet! Tell thy wives and daughters, and the believing women, that they should cast their outer garments over their persons (when abroad): that is most convenient, that they should be known (as such) and not molested. And Allah is Oft-Forgiving, Most Merciful.] (Al-Ahzab 33:59)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah Most High does not arbitrarily command. He does not just order "wear the hijab." Rather He gives us the logic. He tells us in this short versewhywe as Muslim women should wear the hijab. He gives us two simple reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wear it as your label so that you are recognized as righteous women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Wear it so that you are not harmed because of your physical attributes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple words, but words of power. I saw the logic, but …! What about modern society and its values, my background, my education, my future career, my friends, what would they say? What about me? Would I be able to do justice to this blessed raiment? These and other questions bothered me for months. The heart wanted to wear the hijab, the soul had borne witness to its truth; however, sadly, the mind rebelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till one day I met this sister, much younger than me, who wore both the hijab and jilbab so well that she exuded grace. In spite of being covered up, she was the most beautiful in the crowd. And I said to myself if she can do it, so can I. I shall wear the jilbab to earn the pleasure of my Creator. And if I am not able to do complete justice to it, if I make mistakes, Allah has also said that He is the most forgiving and merciful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it happened one day I started wearing the hijab. And, yes, the transformation was wonderful. I am sure thousands of other sisters all around the world will validate what I say: When you earnestly take up the hijab, you realize it is definitely not just about what you wear; it is rather more intrinsic. It is more about your thoughts, words, and subsequent actions. You are no longer an unnamed lady walking down the street; rather you are a representative of the Ummah. You are a spokesperson for Islam. You are an envoy of the Islamic way of life, and this is a serious responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with this responsibility comes a silent blessing. That day as I walked down the road on the way to college, I saw a change and I am not talking about myself! There was a change in the way people on the road looked at me. There was respect in the eyes of anybody who passed or interacted with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus drivers spoke to me with kindness, as did my friends. Brothers offered me their seats in crowded buses, unknown sisters smiled at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This respect crossed boundaries of religion and race. It was almost as if all of nature bore witness that another lady has obeyed her Creator and has adorned the garment He prescribed for her in the Qur'an. I was in awe that day of the power that a simple garment can have. That's when I realized this was no ordinary garment; it was one that came with a divine recommendation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, years have passed since that first wonderful day when I, too, became part of the living revolution. But the experiences of that day are repeated in my life every day as they are so in the lives of each and every lady around this globe who conforms to the hijab. This one garment gives her manifold benefit. She pleases her Creator, protects her modesty, and earns the respect of all of civilization in one go. She is a smart businesswoman; she is a Muslim woman with pride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895857690423466138-1162275477165856323?l=lynoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1162275477165856323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895857690423466138&amp;postID=1162275477165856323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895857690423466138/posts/default/1162275477165856323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895857690423466138/posts/default/1162275477165856323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynoo.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-piece-of-writing-i-found.html' title='Another piece of writing i found..'/><author><name>leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14495655463410737932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPhn5DxtTc/Szy1EmaJNNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/GEDAFtaAiUI/S220/wwwleen2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPhn5DxtTc/SRDAp03h5PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QSif9nr1El4/s72-c/Satellite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895857690423466138.post-8717685166303167495</id><published>2008-05-03T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T14:55:06.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/scroller2.swf?lyricid=10841&amp;border=2&amp;bordert=47&amp;bgfont=0x000000&amp;bg=http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/bgs/MariahCarey_1.jpg&amp;filter=0x000000&amp;filtert=8&amp;txt=0x000000&amp;fontname=arial&amp;fontsize=11&amp;speed=1" quality="high" width="180" height="210" name="scroll" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/mariah-carey-lyrics.html"&gt;Mariah Carey Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/"&gt;Hero Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895857690423466138-8717685166303167495?l=lynoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8717685166303167495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895857690423466138&amp;postID=8717685166303167495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895857690423466138/posts/default/8717685166303167495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895857690423466138/posts/default/8717685166303167495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynoo.blogspot.com/2008/05/hero.html' title='hero'/><author><name>leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14495655463410737932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPhn5DxtTc/Szy1EmaJNNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/GEDAFtaAiUI/S220/wwwleen2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895857690423466138.post-3824942489725307544</id><published>2008-05-01T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T12:23:45.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A friend made this when i asked to make a poem relatin me to rain ..harsh..cold..mild...romantic ...rain in different ways</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GzPhn5DxtTc/SBoW6IadkkI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Oizs_k8ok6k/s1600-h/girl_in_rain__72dpi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GzPhn5DxtTc/SBoW6IadkkI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Oizs_k8ok6k/s200/girl_in_rain__72dpi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195490308071985730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As furious wind blows&lt;br /&gt;The ragging waves crashing on to the beach&lt;br /&gt;Though once it had been such moments of joy&lt;br /&gt;Lighting and thundering, such horror&lt;br /&gt;As walking becomes harsh, &lt;br /&gt;The cold slowly crawls up to the chest&lt;br /&gt;The heart that had gone so far&lt;br /&gt;Now slows down, beat by beat&lt;br /&gt;And it felt as if it shall never end&lt;br /&gt;Such a powerful reign taking over &lt;br /&gt;On the ground with the dirty&lt;br /&gt;Already perished from the earth&lt;br /&gt;Beating the last moments, with a yearlong pace &lt;br /&gt;Sudden warmth felt &lt;br /&gt;As life with a jerk enters the heart&lt;br /&gt;A hand be there towards me&lt;br /&gt;Looked up to the mighty rider&lt;br /&gt;As he descends from his white horse&lt;br /&gt;With a look of love and care&lt;br /&gt;Giving a new life, and purpose&lt;br /&gt;So did this heart rode with him&lt;br /&gt;And felt the stormy night &lt;br /&gt;Filled with joy and pride&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying every drop of rain &lt;br /&gt;Kissing on my skin, every inch of it&lt;br /&gt;Dancing and singing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;With promises of a new life&lt;br /&gt;With prince charming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GzPhn5DxtTc/SBoVL4adkjI/AAAAAAAAADw/SW1TQfM8cj0/s1600-h/girl_in_the_rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GzPhn5DxtTc/SAutJJ2A-OI/AAAAAAAAADI/KSWPMBOJw-8/s200/sunrise+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191433368247531746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ( this piece of writing inspired me )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let pressure and overwork encourage you to hurry past parts of your life. Whether it’s your children’s early life, whole segments of your marriage, or maybe the last active years of loved parents, they are swiftly past and gone beyond recall. Regret comes too late to save them. How many people still cherish an unfulfilled ambition to travel, or start their own business, or enter a new career, and yet do nothing to make it happen? Too many. Time passes. What was once an inspiring idea seems less and less feasible. Yet still they cling to the dream — only not this year. Maybe next year, when things calm down a little. When they’re not so busy. When they have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so confused about time. We always have the same amount of it, since we can neither create more, nor save any for later, nor do away with what there is. Yet our perception of time is totally different. Sometimes it seems to drag in endless amounts. Sometimes it appears to flash past. Only our perception changes. Time itself does not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, what we mean is time free from other demands. But we will never have that either. There are always other calls on our attention and always will be. If you’re waiting for that magical day when nothing else awaits you, only your dream ready for fulfillment, you will wait for ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is simple. People confuse what is urgent with what is important; what is pressing today with what is pressing in terms of their whole life. A task stands before you and shouts for your attention because it’s here, now, and must be done by tomorrow. So you set aside far more important activities and choices because they’re not urgent. You can do them tomorrow, no matter. Only that tomorrow never comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To live this way is understandable — it’s how the vast majority live — but it’s neither sensible nor fulfilling. All those unmet dreams and expectations build up, until you enter the later part of life trailing a vast, sad cloud of “might have beens.” So many people today are filled with regret at the opportunities they missed because there were more urgent claims at the time. As they look back, they see clearly those claims were never as important as the hopes they supplanted. Now it’s too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    “There is a tide in the affairs of men,&lt;br /&gt;    Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;&lt;br /&gt;    Omitted, all the voyage of their life&lt;br /&gt;    Is bound in shallows and in miseries.”&lt;br /&gt;    (William Shakespeare: Julius Caesar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To choose a fulfilling path, you must be clear about your values, so you can see the difference between demands that are only urgent, but otherwise have little importance in the scheme of your life; and those that may lack obvious urgency, yet are crucial to who you are and what you want your life to be. You must have the courage to use your time on important matters and set aside what’s merely urgent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there’s a dream in your life — something you yearn to achieve, or merely something it would be so much fun to try — don’t put it aside. If that dream is up there at the top (or very near the top) of your personal values, do it now. Yes, now. Don’t wait another day. Nothing is as important to your long-term well being. But if your dream doesn’t make it to the top of your list, set it aside without regret. Like a pretty toy, it may be pleasant to look at, but it’s not important enough to give time to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choice may not remove regret entirely — you may always wonder a little what it might have been like — but at least you’ll know you did choose. You didn’t look back later and realize you’d missed that boat without ever grasping it was ready to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    “The moving finger writes; and, having writ,&lt;br /&gt;    Moves on: nor all thy piety nor wit&lt;br /&gt;    Shall lure it back to cancel half a line,&lt;br /&gt;    Nor all thy tears wash out a word of it.”&lt;br /&gt;    (Edward Fitzgerald: The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian Savage is an Englishman and a retired business executive who lives in Tucson, Arizona. You can read his thoughts most days at Slow Leadership, the site for anyone who wants to bring back the taste, zest and satisfaction to leadership, and The Coyote Within. &lt;br /&gt;REFERENCE : http://www.lifehack.org/articles/lifehack/tomorrow-may-never-come.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895857690423466138-6340131010012215055?l=lynoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6340131010012215055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895857690423466138&amp;postID=6340131010012215055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895857690423466138/posts/default/6340131010012215055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895857690423466138/posts/default/6340131010012215055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/tomorrow-may-never-come.html' title='TOMORROW MAY NEVER COME'/><author><name>leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14495655463410737932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPhn5DxtTc/Szy1EmaJNNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/GEDAFtaAiUI/S220/wwwleen2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GzPhn5DxtTc/SAutJJ2A-OI/AAAAAAAAADI/KSWPMBOJw-8/s72-c/sunrise+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895857690423466138.post-8593592768962317288</id><published>2008-03-08T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T13:00:28.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Forbidden fruit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GzPhn5DxtTc/R9L-Y_33-OI/AAAAAAAAAAo/aEk4ZQD4usM/s1600-h/apple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GzPhn5DxtTc/R9L-Y_33-OI/AAAAAAAAAAo/aEk4ZQD4usM/s320/apple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175478627218225378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Looking longingly at the colours and ripeness&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Making me crave for more, tempting me to hold&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Touch and taste, savor till I get satisfied&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Yearning to get more, thirsty and hungry&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;The desire for just one bite, I sigh&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;It’s unreachable but right in front of me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Making ripples go down my spine&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Making me reach for it but I’d dare not touch&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;My eyes full of aspiration, I heave&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;With irritation I fall, I collapse&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Livid and angry so frustrated&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Of the forbidden fruit so sweet that I cant have&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895857690423466138-8593592768962317288?l=lynoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8593592768962317288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895857690423466138&amp;postID=8593592768962317288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895857690423466138/posts/default/8593592768962317288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895857690423466138/posts/default/8593592768962317288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/forbidden-fruit.html' title='The Forbidden fruit'/><author><name>leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14495655463410737932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPhn5DxtTc/Szy1EmaJNNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/GEDAFtaAiUI/S220/wwwleen2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GzPhn5DxtTc/R9L-Y_33-OI/AAAAAAAAAAo/aEk4ZQD4usM/s72-c/apple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895857690423466138.post-3276777911415246946</id><published>2007-08-20T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T07:10:11.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Am Single</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/leenmaldives/2279792595/" title="Rising from the sea by leenmaldives, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2084/2279792595_81037d375a_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="Rising from the sea" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in this pic : me:)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GzPhn5DxtTc/R9L7-_33-NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/1VeTbjw0EJM/s1600-h/10737557.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GzPhn5DxtTc/R9L7-_33-NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/1VeTbjw0EJM/s320/10737557.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175475981518371026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;im single coz i feel m smarter than most men..they come sweet talk,flatter me, flirt..sometimes i play along with them. some r so materialistic, some so dead borin, keeps on talkin rubbish, some shower me with gifts, some just want lust..nothing as shaniya twain sings"impress me much!!!!"its the personality that matters..the kind heart...the effort made to understand the real me..."lifted me up when i couldnt reach etc" r nice parts of what celine deon sings.. " because u love me " has the lyrics of what i want in an ideal man.... God!!! do we have 2 dig n find them or r they all gonna fall from the sky onto our lap someday!!!!where r they? r these just characters made up..by writers n bla bla???m i in a fairy tale world? should i wake up 2 find the reality? but then y did i find this 1 man who was charmin enough 2 make my heart miss a beat?..that means there r others..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895857690423466138-3276777911415246946?l=lynoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3276777911415246946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895857690423466138&amp;postID=3276777911415246946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895857690423466138/posts/default/3276777911415246946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895857690423466138/posts/default/3276777911415246946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynoo.blogspot.com/2007/08/why-i-am-single.html' title='Why I Am Single'/><author><name>leen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14495655463410737932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GzPhn5DxtTc/Szy1EmaJNNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/GEDAFtaAiUI/S220/wwwleen2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2084/2279792595_81037d375a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
