<?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-30161370</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:31:36.533+05:30</updated><title type='text'>WhAt'S InSiDe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ligiasen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30161370/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ligiasen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ligialh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286245211456401793</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>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30161370.post-115434182382033924</id><published>2006-07-31T15:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-31T16:00:23.826+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Addicted to Gadgets</title><content type='html'>Gadgets ,I don't know how many would admit it but it does excite you , it sure does excite me . Some people buy it for status ,some buy it cause its cool ,some buy it cause its new and very few ppeople buy it cause they need it. It sure is one of the place where money goes down the drain . Its amazing how fast technology is growing and how we adapt to it so easily . Its kind of scary too in a way . I am a gadgets person and I have got my hands on everything I can own right now from the latest phone to laptop to digital cameras to handycam but my cravings for a new one really doen't stop , I know i am kind of an implusive buyer but it sure is additive to me .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30161370-115434182382033924?l=ligiasen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ligiasen.blogspot.com/feeds/115434182382033924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30161370&amp;postID=115434182382033924&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30161370/posts/default/115434182382033924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30161370/posts/default/115434182382033924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ligiasen.blogspot.com/2006/07/addicted-to-gadgets.html' title='Addicted to Gadgets'/><author><name>ligialh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286245211456401793</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30161370.post-115418149339870502</id><published>2006-07-29T18:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-31T15:42:43.170+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>Although music has always been a great influence in people's life over the years ,I feel people are more and more into it these days, music comes in all types , a person is lured to be unloyal to one stream of music ,which is good .Its even difficult to judge who is better and especially in the Hollywood scene looks like if you have the mullah its quite easy to be a singer.Everybody wants to try their hand out in music cause they are done with everything esle,people like Linsay Lohan ,Brittany Murphy and most shocking Paris Hilton decide one day looks more like out of boredom or attention decide to become singers and yet successfully go with the flow.You start thinking how many talented people are around or is it true that technology can make perfection as long as you have the money.Well hard to figure out but as long as its music somebody or the other always have the ears for it .I guess that the magic of Music .&lt;br /&gt;Look at the band like Maroon 5 ,I never thought I could like them but listening to them I realize they are really fantastic and have actually got addicted to them ,I was wandering what type of music the would come under and found out that they come under Neo Soul Rock which is quite surprising.(Neo soul (also known as nu soul) is a musical genre that fuses contemporary R&amp;B, 1970s style soul, and hip hop. It is the third major sub-genre of contemporary R&amp;B, after the new jack swing of the late 1980s/ early 1990s and the hip hop soul of the early to mid 1990s).I think they are very much like Oasis and at the same time very much close to Wallflowers.Well thats just my opinon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30161370-115418149339870502?l=ligiasen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ligiasen.blogspot.com/feeds/115418149339870502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30161370&amp;postID=115418149339870502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30161370/posts/default/115418149339870502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30161370/posts/default/115418149339870502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ligiasen.blogspot.com/2006/07/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>ligialh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286245211456401793</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-30161370.post-115402094391902583</id><published>2006-07-27T22:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-27T22:52:23.930+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Never Argue with a Woman</title><content type='html'>One morning the husband returns after several hours of fishing and &lt;br /&gt;       decides to take a nap. Although not familiar with the lake, the wife&lt;br /&gt;       decides to take the boat out. She motors out a short distance, anchors,&lt;br /&gt;       and reads her book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Along comes a Game Warden in his boat. He pulls up alongside the &lt;br /&gt;       woman and says, "Good morning, Ma'am. What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       "Reading a book," she replies, (thinking, "Isn't that obvious?")&lt;br /&gt;       "You're in a Restricted Fishing Area," he informs her. &lt;br /&gt;       "I'm sorry, officer, but I'm not fishing. I'm reading."&lt;br /&gt;       "Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start&lt;br /&gt;       at any moment. I'll have to take you in and write you up." &lt;br /&gt;       "If you do that, I'll have to charge you with sexual assault," says&lt;br /&gt;       the woman.&lt;br /&gt;       "But I haven't even touched you," says the game warden.&lt;br /&gt;       "That's true, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you &lt;br /&gt;       could start at any moment."&lt;br /&gt;       "Have a nice day ma'am," and he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       MORAL: Never argue with a woman who reads. It's likely she can also&lt;br /&gt;       think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30161370-115402094391902583?l=ligiasen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ligiasen.blogspot.com/feeds/115402094391902583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30161370&amp;postID=115402094391902583&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30161370/posts/default/115402094391902583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30161370/posts/default/115402094391902583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ligiasen.blogspot.com/2006/07/never-argue-with-woman.html' title='Never Argue with a Woman'/><author><name>ligialh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286245211456401793</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30161370.post-115306090903844196</id><published>2006-07-16T19:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-16T20:51:32.753+05:30</updated><title type='text'>oNe sWEeT mEmOrY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/1600/tmonials08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" height="249" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/320/tmonials08.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;It was 1st April,2001 ,when one of the music legends DEEP PURPLE came on a tour to Bangalore and I was really exicted about it cause I was just about to join my job in Bangalore at the same time . And I was like I am not going to miss this. I reached Bangalore and checked into the hotel, the Winsor Sheraton .And the best is yet to come, the people I work for are the Co-Sponsers of the concert so I asked my boss for the passes .And did I get ? not only did I get the passes I got a VVIP backstage passses which they themselves are using and thats not all,we were there backstage and took photographs and Autographs . The concert began and guess where we get to watch right under the stage even before the camera people and we were actually one feet away ,it was just amazing and when Steve Morse was throwing his guitar pick's it all fell on us after we got ouselves a handful we threw it to the crowd.It was just fabulous watching and hearing them play 'Smoke on the Water ' just a feet away from you.&lt;br /&gt;The concert finish and we went back to the hotel and guess what DEEP PURPLE happen to be in the same hotel, I had to go to my room so I took the lift and no kidding the BAND came in the lift with us. I still  get goosebumbs  everytime I think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30161370-115306090903844196?l=ligiasen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ligiasen.blogspot.com/feeds/115306090903844196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30161370&amp;postID=115306090903844196&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30161370/posts/default/115306090903844196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30161370/posts/default/115306090903844196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ligiasen.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-sweet-memory.html' title='oNe sWEeT mEmOrY'/><author><name>ligialh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286245211456401793</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-30161370.post-115278151611089929</id><published>2006-07-13T14:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-13T14:35:16.126+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/1600/bg3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="121" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/320/bg3.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Last night was the second audition of the SUPERNOVA, and if thats how its gonna be then the Supernova are gonna fail finding somebody,they were lousy. I know how jittering it must be to try and impress three legends of the some of the most famous Rock group in history but do you need to try so hard and mess up the whole thing.Just because they are rockers you think being cocky with them is cool and thinking they would like it ,I don't think so. Its far more than that , they need somebody to fit in.Ithink some of them should not be there at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30161370-115278151611089929?l=ligiasen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ligiasen.blogspot.com/feeds/115278151611089929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30161370&amp;postID=115278151611089929&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30161370/posts/default/115278151611089929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30161370/posts/default/115278151611089929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ligiasen.blogspot.com/2006/07/last-night-was-second-audition-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ligialh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286245211456401793</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30161370.post-115255447249497817</id><published>2006-07-10T22:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-13T14:44:02.400+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LOOK BEFORE YOU LEAP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/1600/photo%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px" height="62" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/320/photo%201.jpg" width="60" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I ,like everybodyelse would still think &lt;strong&gt;Zinedine Zidane&lt;/strong&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;ONE &lt;/strong&gt;in this World Cup. But a thought comes to my mind what's got into him that made him do what he did ,what colud have been so bad, believe me I was all for him but I have to agree France has lost because of him .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;His name is going to be remembered definitly not for all the trophies he hoisted, all the glory he brought France, all those sparks of magic that flew off his feet game after game, year after year.All of a sudden, it's almost like they never happened,because the most gifted player of his generation, playing his last and final match on the world stage, will be remembered now for something else - petulance, Careless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;selfishness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;All because of one moment of tragic fury. In the 110th minute of Sunday's World Cup final, Zidane lost his cool,lowered his head and butted Italy defender Marco Materazzi full-on in the chest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30161370-115255447249497817?l=ligiasen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ligiasen.blogspot.com/feeds/115255447249497817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30161370&amp;postID=115255447249497817&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30161370/posts/default/115255447249497817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30161370/posts/default/115255447249497817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ligiasen.blogspot.com/2006/07/look-before-you-leap.html' title='LOOK BEFORE YOU LEAP'/><author><name>ligialh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286245211456401793</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-30161370.post-115255090346015441</id><published>2006-07-10T22:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-13T14:55:09.833+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THOUGHTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Ever wonder about the abbreviation &lt;strong&gt;A.S.A.P.?&lt;/strong&gt; Generally we think of it in terms of even more hurry and stress in our lives. Maybe if we think of this abbreviation in a different manner, we will begin to find a new way to deal with those rough days along the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;There's work to do, deadlines to meet;You've got no time to spare,But as you hurry and scurry-&lt;strong&gt;ASAP - ALWAYS SAY A PRAYER&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;In the midst of family chaos,"Quality time" is rare.Do your best; let God do the rest- &lt;strong&gt;ASAP - ALWAYS SAY A PRAYER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;It may seem like your worriesAre more than you can bear. Slow down and take a breather-&lt;strong&gt;ASAP - ALWAYS SAY A PRAYER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;God knows how stressful life is; He wants to ease our cares,And He'll respond to all your needs &lt;strong&gt;A.S.A.P. - ALWAYS SAY A PRAYER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30161370-115255090346015441?l=ligiasen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ligiasen.blogspot.com/feeds/115255090346015441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30161370&amp;postID=115255090346015441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30161370/posts/default/115255090346015441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30161370/posts/default/115255090346015441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ligiasen.blogspot.com/2006/07/thoughts.html' title='THOUGHTS'/><author><name>ligialh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286245211456401793</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-30161370.post-115226070429436109</id><published>2006-07-07T13:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-13T14:54:25.753+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Email from my Aunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just had one of the most amazing experiences of my life, and wanted to share it with my family and dearest friends:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was driving home from a meeting this evening about 5, stuck in traffic on Colorado Blvd., and the car started to choke and splutter and die - I barely managed to coast, crusing, into a gas station, glad only that I would not be blocking traffic and would have a somewhat warm spot to wait for the tow truck. It wouldn't even turn over.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before I could make the call, I saw a woman walking out of the "quickie mart" building, and it looked like she slipped on some ice and fell into a Gas pump, so I got out to see if she was okay. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I got there, it looked more like she had been overcome by sobs than that she had fallen; she was a young woman who looked really haggard with dark circles under her eyes. She dropped something as I helped her up, and I picked it up to give it to her. It was a nickel. At that moment, everything came into focus for me: the crying woman, the ancient Suburban crammed full of stuff with 3 kids in the back (1 in a car seat), and the gas pump reading $4.95.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I asked her if she was okay and if she needed help, and she just kept saying "I don't want my kids to see me crying," so we stood on the other side of the pump from her car. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She said she was driving to California and that things were very hard for her right now. So I asked, "And you were praying?" That made her back away from me a little, but I assured her I was not a crazy person and said, "He heard you, and He sent me." I took out my card and swiped it through the card reader on the pump so she could fill up her car completely, and while it was fueling, walked to the next door McDonald's and bought 2 big bags of food, some gift certificates for more, and a big cup of coffee. She gave the food to the kids in the car, who attacked it like wolves, and we stood by the pump eating fries and talking a little.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She told me her name, and that she lived in Kansas City. Her boyfriend left 2 months ago and she had not been able to make ends meet. She knew she wouldn't have money to pay rent Jan 1, and finally in desperation had finally called her parents, with whom she had not spoken in about 5 years. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They lived in California and said she could come live with them and try to get on her feet there.So she packed up everything she owned in the car She told the kids they were going to California for Christmas, but not that they were going to live there.I gave her my gloves, a little hug and said a quick prayer with her for safety on the road. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As I was walking over to my car, she said, "So, are you like an angel or something?" .This definitely made me cry. I said, "Sweetie, at this time of year angels are really busy, so sometimes God uses regular people."It was so incredible to be a part of someone else's miracle. And of course, you guessed it, when I got in my car it started right away and got me home with no problem. I'll put it in the shop tomorrow to check, but I suspect the mechanic won't find anything wrong. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes the angels fly close enough to you that you can hear the flutter of their wings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..Psalms 55:22 "Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and He shall sustain thee. He shall never suffer the righteous to be moved." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is the prayer: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Father, I ask You to bless my children, grandchildren, friends, relatives and e-mail buddies reading this right now. Show them a new revelation of your love and power. Holy Spirit, I ask You to minister to their spirit at this very moment. Where there is pain, give them Your peace and mercy. Where there is self doubt, release a renewed confidence through Your grace, In Jesus' precious name. Amen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being blessed is GOOD...being HIGHLY FAVORED is best! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30161370-115226070429436109?l=ligiasen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ligiasen.blogspot.com/feeds/115226070429436109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30161370&amp;postID=115226070429436109&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30161370/posts/default/115226070429436109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30161370/posts/default/115226070429436109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ligiasen.blogspot.com/2006/07/email-from-my-aunt.html' title='A Email from my Aunt'/><author><name>ligialh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286245211456401793</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-30161370.post-115219997791992439</id><published>2006-07-06T20:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-09T13:27:54.766+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My name is EzekielL Laldinmawia Swaranjit Sen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/1600/0705_133032.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" height="188" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/200/0705_133032.0.jpg" width="96" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/1600/0705_133135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="140" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/200/0705_133135.jpg" width="95" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/1600/0705_133020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="138" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/200/0705_133020.jpg" width="115" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/1600/0705_133153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" height="172" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/200/0705_133153.jpg" width="138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/1600/0705_133100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" height="159" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/200/0705_133100.jpg" width="132" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/1600/0701_121557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" height="296" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/320/0701_121557.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Isn't he such a cool dude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30161370-115219997791992439?l=ligiasen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ligiasen.blogspot.com/feeds/115219997791992439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30161370&amp;postID=115219997791992439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30161370/posts/default/115219997791992439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30161370/posts/default/115219997791992439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ligiasen.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-name-is-ezekiell-laldinmawia.html' title='My name is EzekielL Laldinmawia Swaranjit Sen'/><author><name>ligialh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286245211456401793</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-30161370.post-115219732925552487</id><published>2006-07-06T20:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-06T20:52:09.330+05:30</updated><title type='text'>10 THINGS TO LOVE ABOUT JOHNNY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/1600/pirates.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="303" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/320/pirates.0.jpg" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. HIS GOOD LOOKS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those high cheekbones, those soulful brown eyes – it's no wonder why Johnny Depp's Pirates of the Caribbean costar Keira Knightley calls him "eye candy." But the chiseled actor (in the Bahamas in February) doesn't get the fuss about his own allure. "I have no idea," he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/1600/johnny_depp7.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" height="208" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/320/johnny_depp7.2.jpg" width="181" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. HIS DEVOTION TO HIS KIDS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becoming a father to Lily-Rose, 7, and Jack, 4 (with ladylove Vanessa Paradis), "has given me great strength, great perspective, great calm," says Depp. At home at their $2 million villa in Plan-de-la-Tour, France, a favorite activity is heading with his "kiddies" to "the trampoline and the swing set, and we'll stop by the garden and see how our tomatoes are doing," he told Newsweek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/1600/johnny_depp5.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" height="248" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/320/johnny_depp5.1.jpg" width="140" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. HIS TATTOOS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depp has been getting inked since the early '80s and has more than 12 tattoos mapped out over his body. "I jot down experiences that mean something to me – jot them down permanently," he told The New York Times. They include his son's name scripted on his right forearm and daughter Lily-Rose's above his heart, and a Native American profile on his right bicep paying homage to his Cherokee heritage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. HIS GRATEFULNESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;He doesn't take stardom for granted. "Johnny has been through the sausage machine of Hollywood and come out the other side still standing," says Pirates costar Orlando Bloom. In fact, Depp (in L.A. in 2005) tops Autograph Collector magazine's list of the most generous celebs. "He's even signed autographs for crowds at the airport while carrying luggage," says editor Steve Cyrkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/1600/johnny_depp6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" height="228" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/320/johnny_depp6.jpg" width="177" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. HIS RETRO STYLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1940s-era suits, vintage fedoras and well-worn shoes are classic Johnny, but Depp doesn't consider himself a sharp-dressed man. "I was 3 years old and my mom and dad dressed me up as a hobo for Halloween. The only difference between now and then is that then they drew more beard on me than I can actually grow," he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. HIS SENSE OF HUMOR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting slimed from head to toe at the Nickelodeon Kids' Choice Awards in 2005 was "a lot of fun," says Depp. And the actor has earned a rep as a prankster: He planted whoopee cushions on the chairs of his Finding Neverland costars and gave Leonardo DiCaprio "disgusting things to smell" on the set of What's Eating Gilbert Grape, says director Lasse Hallstrom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. HIS ECLECTIC FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Depp "gravitates to outsiders," says filmmaker pal Jim Jarmusch, and his chosen company shows it. Depp has counted among his friends Marilyn Manson (left) and the late gonzo journalist Hunter S. Thompson, whom he played in '98's Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. After the writer's 2005 death, he even footed the bill for a lavish sendoff at Thompson's Woody Creek, Colo., ranch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/1600/johnny_depp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" height="210" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/320/johnny_depp2.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8. HIS SENTIMENTALITY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I always have on my little trinkets," says Depp of his assemblage of accessories, including a plastic necklace made by daughter Lily-Rose, a medallion bearing her name, and a leather cuff modeled after the one he wore in 1986's Platoon. "He has little superstitions, and things that are comforting to him become his friends," says pal Jarmusch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/1600/johnny_depp10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" height="244" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/320/johnny_depp10.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9. HIS CHAMELEON WAYS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Oscar nominee has made an art of disappearing into his roles – among them, (clockwise from left) Captain Jack Sparrow (Pirates), Willy Wonka (Charlie and the Chocolate Factory), a Cuban transvestite (Before Night Falls) and Hunter S. Thompson (Fear and Loathing). "With all of my characters, it's just depressing to leave them," Depp told Rolling Stone recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/1600/johnny_depp36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px" height="311" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/320/johnny_depp36.jpg" width="193" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10. HIS LOVE FOR HIS LADY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just knew, you know, it's over with," he told Oprah Winfrey of meeting French pop singer Vanessa Paradis in Paris in 1998. Since then the couple (in January) – who've never married – have been inseparable. "Our story is love and friendship united," she wrote in a tribute to Depp in French Elle. "I have the impression that no one could love the way we love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30161370-115219732925552487?l=ligiasen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ligiasen.blogspot.com/feeds/115219732925552487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30161370&amp;postID=115219732925552487&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30161370/posts/default/115219732925552487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30161370/posts/default/115219732925552487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ligiasen.blogspot.com/2006/07/10-things-to-love-about-johnny.html' title='10 THINGS TO LOVE ABOUT JOHNNY'/><author><name>ligialh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286245211456401793</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-30161370.post-115211775027129712</id><published>2006-07-05T20:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-06T19:36:41.100+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SOME TIME PASS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/1600/illus1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/320/illus1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/1600/kim.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30161370-115211775027129712?l=ligiasen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ligiasen.blogspot.com/feeds/115211775027129712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30161370&amp;postID=115211775027129712&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30161370/posts/default/115211775027129712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30161370/posts/default/115211775027129712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ligiasen.blogspot.com/2006/07/some-time-pass.html' title='SOME TIME PASS'/><author><name>ligialh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286245211456401793</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-30161370.post-115185599067459782</id><published>2006-07-02T20:59:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-02T21:48:09.706+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Brandon Routh aka Superman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/1600/superman2cu.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" height="175" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/200/superman2cu.1.jpg" width="125" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="170" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/200/brandon_routh.1.jpg" width="135" border="0" /&gt;I think Brandon Routh makes a fine Superman , for an amateur he did a brilliant job and&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; look georgeous but Iam sure he'll get more comfortable as he moves on.The is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;definitly a striking similarities between him and Christopher Reeves and I am sure&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chistopher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Reeeves would have approve of him had he been alive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30161370-115185599067459782?l=ligiasen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ligiasen.blogspot.com/feeds/115185599067459782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30161370&amp;postID=115185599067459782&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30161370/posts/default/115185599067459782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30161370/posts/default/115185599067459782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ligiasen.blogspot.com/2006/07/brandon-routh-aka-superman_02.html' title='Brandon Routh aka Superman'/><author><name>ligialh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286245211456401793</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-30161370.post-115165954024719258</id><published>2006-06-30T14:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-30T15:01:01.470+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THERE IS NO LIMITS TO CREATIVITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/1600/ATT00055.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/200/ATT00055.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Are'nt this babies cute,they make you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;feel quizzy .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Can you believe that these are made of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;mazapen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Some people are little creative than&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;others I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/1600/ATT00058.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/1600/ATT00058.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/1600/ATT00070.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30161370-115165954024719258?l=ligiasen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ligiasen.blogspot.com/feeds/115165954024719258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30161370&amp;postID=115165954024719258&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30161370/posts/default/115165954024719258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30161370/posts/default/115165954024719258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ligiasen.blogspot.com/2006/06/there-is-no-limits-to-creativity.html' title='THERE IS NO LIMITS TO CREATIVITY'/><author><name>ligialh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286245211456401793</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-30161370.post-115164279558906176</id><published>2006-06-30T10:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-30T10:16:35.606+05:30</updated><title type='text'>MAN'S BEST FRIENDs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/1600/Picture%20202.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" height="168" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/320/Picture%20202.jpg" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is my little friend ,his name is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Baizel&lt;/span&gt;,He is totally brown ,brown eyes ,nose ,tounge ,paws, and I am not really sure what breed he I don't really care ,I don't believe in caste anyway.He is almost 11yrs old. He been through a lot in life but he is still there .He is not very healthy but he survives . I totaly love this little fellow and I miss him cause I am very far away now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30161370-115164279558906176?l=ligiasen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ligiasen.blogspot.com/feeds/115164279558906176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30161370&amp;postID=115164279558906176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30161370/posts/default/115164279558906176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30161370/posts/default/115164279558906176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ligiasen.blogspot.com/2006/06/mans-best-friends.html' title='MAN&apos;S BEST FRIENDs'/><author><name>ligialh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286245211456401793</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-30161370.post-115164180619915669</id><published>2006-06-30T09:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-30T10:00:06.203+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Grey's Anatomy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/1600/main_newlogo2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/320/main_newlogo2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm a Tv Worm . I love this show ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;                                   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I hate hospitals but there is something about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;                                        this show Ican never get enough of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;                                   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The actors are nothing to drull for but really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;                                                           good actors .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;                                &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;If One hasn't watch it Ithink you should start Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30161370-115164180619915669?l=ligiasen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ligiasen.blogspot.com/feeds/115164180619915669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30161370&amp;postID=115164180619915669&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30161370/posts/default/115164180619915669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30161370/posts/default/115164180619915669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ligiasen.blogspot.com/2006/06/greys-anatomy.html' title='Grey&apos;s Anatomy'/><author><name>ligialh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286245211456401793</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-30161370.post-115142029303716488</id><published>2006-06-27T19:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-27T20:28:13.040+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The first time when you see a SEA.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/1600/panama-city-beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/320/panama-city-beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             What the first thing that comes to your mind?&lt;br /&gt;There is these girl who works for us ,she has never ever travel in her life before apart from her  in and around town , she has never seen a River or any of such kind.So we took her to see the beach and we were all standing there on the beach and she came and me told something whichI think was really sweet but I was quite impress too.She told me that as she was standing in the water she look to the end of the sea ,she think the sea was touching the sky because the water was so high.I had to explain to her that the world is round and thats why it looks like is touching the sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30161370-115142029303716488?l=ligiasen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ligiasen.blogspot.com/feeds/115142029303716488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30161370&amp;postID=115142029303716488&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30161370/posts/default/115142029303716488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30161370/posts/default/115142029303716488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ligiasen.blogspot.com/2006/06/first-time-when-you-see-se_115142029303716488.html' title='The first time when you see a SEA.....'/><author><name>ligialh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286245211456401793</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-30161370.post-115140946997356158</id><published>2006-06-27T16:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-27T17:27:49.986+05:30</updated><title type='text'>WHO R YOUR "F-R-I-E-N-D-S ?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Everybody needs a &lt;strong&gt;Friend&lt;/strong&gt; but all your &lt;strong&gt;Friends&lt;/strong&gt; are not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;your good &lt;strong&gt;Friend&lt;/strong&gt;.Whats funny is as for me I have good &lt;strong&gt;Friends&lt;/strong&gt; who I &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;can share things with and I have good &lt;strong&gt;Friends&lt;/strong&gt; who I can't share things with but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rather love hanging out with. I have &lt;strong&gt;Friends&lt;/strong&gt; who I have been &lt;strong&gt;Friends&lt;/strong&gt; for a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;long time but hardley see each other but yet when we meet up there is absolutely no strangers . I used to&lt;/span&gt; think making goods as easy as making a is a cup of tea but as I grow &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;older that totally not true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;Friends&lt;/strong&gt; you make at a point in your life when you have&lt;/span&gt; less &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;priority are the ones for keeps.They grow with you and are there&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when you need them ,cause they themselves have to go through the same thing, unlike the &lt;strong&gt;Friends&lt;/strong&gt; you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;make later when your head is full of things and you don't even know what comes first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Goods Friends are forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;   &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/1600/DSC03066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/320/DSC03066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/1600/DSC03067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/320/DSC03067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;             &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My NIFTIANS Friends,Shilpa,Anutam,Nair,Rajdeep and myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;         This are good friends  of mine who I've know for ages ,we all are in &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                different places but we meet up and catch up  what we miss .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30161370-115140946997356158?l=ligiasen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ligiasen.blogspot.com/feeds/115140946997356158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30161370&amp;postID=115140946997356158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30161370/posts/default/115140946997356158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30161370/posts/default/115140946997356158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ligiasen.blogspot.com/2006/06/who-r-your-f-r-i-e-n-d-s.html' title='WHO R YOUR &quot;F-R-I-E-N-D-S ?&quot;'/><author><name>ligialh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286245211456401793</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-30161370.post-115108561360155189</id><published>2006-06-23T23:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-23T23:52:10.156+05:30</updated><title type='text'>TRAGIC LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/1600/australian_florists_sympathy_flowers_601a.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/320/australian_florists_sympathy_flowers_601a.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One fine day I got a call form my mom telling me news that shock the hell out &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;of me, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; cousin of mine Benjamin passed away just like that, we are not close in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;age but all I know is that he is his parents blue eyed boy, never a time I spent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;with his parents thats went by with out talking about him.I really don't know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;how they are gonna live their lives. I found this one poem which I hope would&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;make them feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here it goes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;When somebody dies, a cloud turnsinto an angel , and flies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;up to tell God to put another flower on a pillow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;                          A bird gives the messageback to the world, and sings&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;                        a silent prayer that make the rain cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;                         People disappear, but theynever really go away.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;                       The spiritsup there put the sun to bed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;                          wake up grass,and spin the earthin dizzy circles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;                            Sometimes you can see them dancing in a cloud during&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;                              the daytime, when they're supposed to be sleeping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;                               They paint the rainbows and also the sunsets and make waves&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;                          splash and tug at the tide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;                              They toss shooting stars and listen to wishes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;                             And when they singwindsongs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;                           they whisper to us,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;                           Don't miss me too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;                         The view is nice andI'm doing just fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30161370-115108561360155189?l=ligiasen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ligiasen.blogspot.com/feeds/115108561360155189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30161370&amp;postID=115108561360155189&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30161370/posts/default/115108561360155189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30161370/posts/default/115108561360155189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ligiasen.blogspot.com/2006/06/tragic-life.html' title='TRAGIC LIFE'/><author><name>ligialh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286245211456401793</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-30161370.post-115108373292249508</id><published>2006-06-23T22:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-24T00:03:35.183+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LiFe Is BeAUtIFuL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/1600/family.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="289" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4868/2998/320/family.0.jpg" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;here a saying 'a women life does not start the day she is born but it starts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;             the day she gets married'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I totally agree with this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;          has toltally change but I absolutely have no complaints when I have the two &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;            most incredible and precious people in my life to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;        help me go through the change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Who would have thought I'll end up with a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;           perfect little family like mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I got married to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;       most wonderful guy I know ,&lt;strong&gt;STEPHEN&lt;/strong&gt; and the next thing ,had the most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;          beautiful and precious thing in my Life My son,&lt;strong&gt;ZACK&lt;/strong&gt;,who still surprise me every &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;         day of my life,what more can I ask for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30161370-115108373292249508?l=ligiasen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ligiasen.blogspot.com/feeds/115108373292249508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30161370&amp;postID=115108373292249508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30161370/posts/default/115108373292249508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30161370/posts/default/115108373292249508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ligiasen.blogspot.com/2006/06/life-is-beautiful.html' title='LiFe Is BeAUtIFuL'/><author><name>ligialh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11286245211456401793</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>
