<?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-8927669020565377889</id><updated>2012-02-18T06:00:43.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>j'adore mes amies</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pexy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927669020565377889/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pexy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maxim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06844053421023097894</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927669020565377889.post-5012084205220113431</id><published>2008-06-05T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T06:02:07.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of the Personality Disorders...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paranoid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paranoid personality disorder is characterized by a distrust of others and a constant suspicion that people around you have sinister motives. People with this disorder tend to have excessive trust in their own knowledge and abilities and usually avoid close relationships with others. They search for hidden meanings in everything and read hostile intentions into the actions of others. They are quick to challenge the loyalties of friends and loved ones and often appear cold and distant to others. They usually shift blame to others and tend to carry long grudges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Schizoid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People with schizoid personality disorder avoid relationships and do not show much emotion. They genuinely prefer to be alone and do not secretly wish for popularity. They tend to seek jobs that require little social contact. Their social skills are often weak and they do not show a need for attention or acceptance. They are perceived as humorless and distant and often are termed "loners."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Schizotypal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many believe that schizotypal personality disorder represents mild schizophrenia. The disorder is characterized by odd forms of thinking and perceiving, and individuals with this disorder often seek isolation from others. They sometimes believe to have extra sensory ability or that unrelated events relate to them in some important way. They generally engage in eccentric behavior and have difficulty concentrating for long periods of time. Their speech is often over elaborate and difficult to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Antisocial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A common misconception is that antisocial personality disorder refers to people who have poor social skills. The opposite is often the case. Instead, antisocial personality disorder is characterized by a lack of conscience. People with this disorder are prone to criminal behavior, believing that their victims are weak and deserving of being taken advantage of. They tend to lie and steal. Often, they are careless with money and take action without thinking about consequences. They are often agressive and are much more concerned with their own needs than the needs of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Borderline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borderline personality disorder is characterized by mood instability and poor self-image. People with this disorder are prone to constant mood swings and bouts of anger. Often, they will take their anger out on themselves, causing themselves injury. Suicidal threats and actions are not uncommon. They think in very black and white terms and often form intense, conflict-ridden relationships. They are quick to anger when their expectations are not met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People with histrionic personality disorder are constant attention seekers. They need to be the center of attention all the time, often interrupting others in order to dominate the conversation. They use grandiose language to discribe everyday events and seek constant praise. They may dress provacatively or exaggerate illnesses in order to gain attention. They also tend to exaggerate friendships and relationships, believing that everyone loves them. They are often manipulative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Narcissistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narcissistic personality disorder is characterized by self-centeredness. Like histrionic disorder, people with this disorder seek attention and praise. They exaggerate their achievements, expecting others to recongize them as being superior. They tend to be choosy about picking friends, since they believe that not just anyone is worthy of being their friend. They tend to make good first impressions, yet have difficulty maintaining long-lasting relationships. They are generally uninterested in the feelings of others and may take advantage of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoidant personality disorder is characterized by extreme social anxiety. People with this disorder often feel inadequate, avoid social situations, and seek out jobs with little contact with others. They are fearful of being rejected and worry about embarassing themselves in front of others. They exaggerate the potential difficulties of new situations to rationalize avoiding them. Often, they will create fantasy worlds to substitute for the real one. Unlike schizoid personality disorder, avoidant people yearn for social relations yet feel they are unable to obtain them. They are frequently depressed and have low self-confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dependent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dependent personality disorder is characterized by a need to be taken care of. People with this disorder tend to cling to people and fear losing them. They may become suicidal when a break-up is imminent. They tend to let others make important decisions for them and often jump from relationship to relationship. They often remain in abusive relationships. They are overly sensitive to disapproval. They often feel helpless and depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive personality disorder is similar to obsessive-compulsive anxiety disorder. People with this disorder are overly focused on orderliness and perfection. Their need to do everything "right" often interferes with their productivity. They tend to get caught up in the details and miss the bigger picture. They set unreasonably high standards for themselves and others, and tend to be very critical of others when they do not live up to these high standards. They avoid working in teams, believing others to be too careless or incompetent. They avoid making decisions because they fear making mistakes and are rarely generous with their time or money. They often have difficulty expressing emotion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927669020565377889-5012084205220113431?l=pexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pexy.blogspot.com/feeds/5012084205220113431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927669020565377889&amp;postID=5012084205220113431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927669020565377889/posts/default/5012084205220113431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927669020565377889/posts/default/5012084205220113431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pexy.blogspot.com/2008/06/some-of-personality-disorders.html' title='Some of the Personality Disorders...'/><author><name>Maxim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06844053421023097894</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-8927669020565377889.post-5961949674727479843</id><published>2008-06-05T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T05:57:37.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dalai Lama’s 18 rules for living</title><content type='html'># Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk.&lt;br /&gt;# When you lose, don’t lose the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;# Follow the three Rs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Respect for self&lt;br /&gt;   2. Respect for others&lt;br /&gt;   3. Responsibility for all your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.&lt;br /&gt;# Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly.&lt;br /&gt;# Don’t let a little dispute injure a great friendship.&lt;br /&gt;# When you realize you’ve made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.&lt;br /&gt;# Spend some time alone every day.&lt;br /&gt;# Open your arms to change, but don’t let go of your values.&lt;br /&gt;# Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.&lt;br /&gt;# Live a good, honourable life. Then when you get older and think back, you’ll be able to enjoy it a second time.&lt;br /&gt;# A loving atmosphere in your home is the foundation for your life.&lt;br /&gt;# In disagreements with loved ones, deal only with the current situation. Don’t bring up the past.&lt;br /&gt;# Share your knowledge. It’s a way to achieve immortality.&lt;br /&gt;# Be gentle with the earth.&lt;br /&gt;# Once a year, go someplace you’ve never been before.&lt;br /&gt;# Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.&lt;br /&gt;# Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927669020565377889-5961949674727479843?l=pexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pexy.blogspot.com/feeds/5961949674727479843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927669020565377889&amp;postID=5961949674727479843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927669020565377889/posts/default/5961949674727479843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927669020565377889/posts/default/5961949674727479843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pexy.blogspot.com/2008/06/dalai-lamas-18-rules-for-living.html' title='Dalai Lama’s 18 rules for living'/><author><name>Maxim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06844053421023097894</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-8927669020565377889.post-3230941836670395378</id><published>2008-05-14T23:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:47:13.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoRGWwo0Ep0/SCvaBfx83II/AAAAAAAAApE/VKTOr7N1nns/s1600-h/man%2520crying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoRGWwo0Ep0/SCvaBfx83II/AAAAAAAAApE/VKTOr7N1nns/s200/man%2520crying.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200489913975102594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Like a dream you can't explain&lt;br /&gt;Love can chase the bidding of your heart &lt;br /&gt;Like the sunshine in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Love can make your whole world fall apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want it now&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna spend my life with you &lt;br /&gt;Time will show me how &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly everything has turned me inside out&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly love's the thing that I can't live without &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my dream, my love, my life &lt;br /&gt;I just wanna spend my life with you &lt;br /&gt;You're the one that makes me smile &lt;br /&gt;I just wanna spend my life with you&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love somehow &lt;br /&gt;I just wanna spend my life with you &lt;br /&gt;You can show me how &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly everything has turned me inside out&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly love's the thing that I can't live without &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my dream, my love, my life &lt;br /&gt;I just wanna spend my life with you&lt;br /&gt;You're the one that makes me smile &lt;br /&gt;I just wanna spend my life with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you done to me?&lt;br /&gt;Is this how it's meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;Can't control this feeling in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I can see paradise &lt;br /&gt;Glowing inside your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I know you feel it in your heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want it now&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna spend my life with you &lt;br /&gt;Time will show me how &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly everything has turned me inside out&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly love's the thing that I can't live without &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my dream, my love, my life&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna spend my life with you &lt;br /&gt;You're the one that makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna spend my life with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a crazy thing &lt;br /&gt;Something that you wanna see &lt;br /&gt;And the world's like deep inside your soul &lt;br /&gt;But somebody comes along&lt;br /&gt;Together you sing this song &lt;br /&gt;You just let the music take control &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want it now&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna spend my life with you &lt;br /&gt;Time will show me how&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly everything has turned me inside out&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly love's the thing that I can't live without &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my dream, my love, my life &lt;br /&gt;I just wanna spend my life with you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927669020565377889-3230941836670395378?l=pexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pexy.blogspot.com/feeds/3230941836670395378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927669020565377889.post-8966955372369758024</id><published>2008-04-30T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T02:42:00.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen -Very touching lyrics..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;You only see what your eyes want to see&lt;br /&gt;How can life be what you want it to beYou're frozen&lt;br /&gt;When your heart's not open&lt;br /&gt;You're so consumed with how much you get&lt;br /&gt;You waste your time with hate and regret&lt;br /&gt;You're broken&lt;br /&gt;When your heart's not open&lt;br /&gt;I could melt your heart&lt;br /&gt;we'd never be apart&lt;br /&gt;give yourself to me&lt;br /&gt;you hold the key&lt;br /&gt;Now there's no point in placing the blame&lt;br /&gt;And you should know I suffer the same&lt;br /&gt;If I lose youMy heart will be broken&lt;br /&gt;Love is a bird, she needs to fly&lt;br /&gt;Let all the hurt inside of you die&lt;br /&gt;You're frozenWhen your heart's not open&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927669020565377889-8966955372369758024?l=pexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pexy.blogspot.com/feeds/8966955372369758024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927669020565377889&amp;postID=8966955372369758024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927669020565377889/posts/default/8966955372369758024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927669020565377889/posts/default/8966955372369758024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pexy.blogspot.com/2008/04/frozen-very-touching-lyrics.html' title='Frozen -Very touching lyrics..'/><author><name>Maxim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06844053421023097894</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-8927669020565377889.post-229762856691769893</id><published>2008-04-29T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T02:59:40.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>remember this paragraph forever</title><content type='html'>remember this paragraph forever..u hav been the best ,any gal wud get. interms of showin Lv, makin Lv,givin care, expressions lik gifts, the time u giv, n comunication u du, ALL THIS IS THE BEST FOR ANY GIRL !...chalo ..so dont think u hav problem..no UR D BEST. !..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927669020565377889-229762856691769893?l=pexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pexy.blogspot.com/feeds/229762856691769893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927669020565377889&amp;postID=229762856691769893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927669020565377889/posts/default/229762856691769893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927669020565377889/posts/default/229762856691769893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pexy.blogspot.com/2008/04/remember-this-paragraph-forever.html' title='remember this paragraph forever'/><author><name>Maxim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06844053421023097894</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-8927669020565377889.post-99630824420663624</id><published>2008-04-06T22:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:57:44.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ye Meri Kahani Lyrics.. One of my Favourite..</title><content type='html'>Jhola jhulaye yeh panghatnadya kinare yeh aangannindya to aana hawa ke sangmujh ko bhe tu dikhana apne rangsuno mere dil jani yeh kahani maniik din mere sang yeh jahan thamera kuch or tera hi armanjane dil main kya kuch ya basa thayeh meri hai kahaniyeh meri kahaniJhola jhulaye yeh panghatnadya kinare yeh aangannindya to aana hawa ke sangmujh ko bhe tu dikhana apne rangtera mera galyoon main yun phirnaphirte phirte raat ko yun thaknathak ke nani ki godi main sonaparyoon k des ja ke na aanayeh meri hai kahaniyeh meri kahanikoi fikar thi na koi bahanamuthi main tha jese yeh zamanakachi zuban main wo geet gananaye khilone sab ko dikhanaman lya zindagi se zydachin gya wo jis ne kya wadakon laye wo pal jo suhanebeete thy jo wo guzre zamaneyeh meri hai kahaniyeh meri kahaniiiiiiiiiiila la la ......lal lalaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927669020565377889-99630824420663624?l=pexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pexy.blogspot.com/feeds/99630824420663624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927669020565377889&amp;postID=99630824420663624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927669020565377889/posts/default/99630824420663624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927669020565377889/posts/default/99630824420663624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pexy.blogspot.com/2008/04/ye-meri-kahani-lyrics-one-of-my.html' title='Ye Meri Kahani Lyrics.. One of my Favourite..'/><author><name>Maxim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06844053421023097894</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-8927669020565377889.post-8360085590712395951</id><published>2008-03-30T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:47:14.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoRGWwo0Ep0/R-9pcNgPGWI/AAAAAAAAAoc/PDYo4F0pPeg/s1600-h/gift-idea.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183477629508852066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoRGWwo0Ep0/R-9pcNgPGWI/AAAAAAAAAoc/PDYo4F0pPeg/s200/gift-idea.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look into the depths of another's soul and listen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not only with our ears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but with our hearts and imagination,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and our silent love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the Begining&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A journey may be long or short, but it must start at the very spot one finds oneself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Gift of Work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He who loves work never labors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Gift of Money&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Money is nothing more than a tool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It can be a force for good, a force for evil, or simply be idle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Gift of Friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a wealthy person, indeed, Who calculates riches not in gold but in friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Gift of Learning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Education is a lifelong journey whose destination expands as you travel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Gift of Problems&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Problems may only be avoided by exercising good judgement. Good judgement may only be gained by experiencing life's problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Gift of Family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people are born into wonderful families.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Others have to find or create them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a member of a family is a priceless membership that we pay nothing for but love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Gift of Laughter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laughter is good medicine for the soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our world is desperately in need of more medicine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Gift of Dreams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faith is all that dreamers need to see into the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Gift of Giving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only way you can truly get more out of life for yourself is to give part of yourself away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Gift of Gratitude&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In those times we yearn to have more in our lives, We should dwell on the things we already have. In doing so, we will often find that our lives are already full to overflowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Gift of A Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life at its essence boils down to one day at a time. Today is the Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Gift of Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is a treasure for which we can never pay. The only way we keep it is to give it away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally The Ultimate Gift&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the End, Life lived to its fullest is its own Untimate Gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927669020565377889-8360085590712395951?l=pexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pexy.blogspot.com/feeds/8360085590712395951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927669020565377889&amp;postID=8360085590712395951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927669020565377889/posts/default/8360085590712395951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927669020565377889/posts/default/8360085590712395951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pexy.blogspot.com/2008/03/ultimate-gift.html' title='The Ultimate Gift'/><author><name>Maxim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06844053421023097894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoRGWwo0Ep0/R-9pcNgPGWI/AAAAAAAAAoc/PDYo4F0pPeg/s72-c/gift-idea.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927669020565377889.post-8155827148309335921</id><published>2008-03-05T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:47:14.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teri Yaad aaye jab Mujko.... Sanorita...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoRGWwo0Ep0/R85b-4hzN7I/AAAAAAAAAn8/uXBfkN-56S4/s1600-h/TeriYaad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174174157779449778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoRGWwo0Ep0/R85b-4hzN7I/AAAAAAAAAn8/uXBfkN-56S4/s200/TeriYaad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;teri yaad aa-ay jub mujh ko&lt;br /&gt;mein laut aa-on ga&lt;br /&gt;wo bheegi raath aur baarish huay&lt;br /&gt;mein bheeg ja-oon ga hoo hooo oooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faaslay simat na sakaay&lt;br /&gt;raastay jo mitt na sakaay&lt;br /&gt;inn faaslon ko simat na hai&lt;br /&gt;inn raaston pay chal na hai&lt;br /&gt;yeh dil ki baath koi jaanay na jaanay&lt;br /&gt;mein keh ja-oon ga&lt;br /&gt;wo teray saath guzaaray lamhay&lt;br /&gt;na bhool paa-oon ga hoo hooo oooo&lt;br /&gt;jo sapnay saja-ay milkay&lt;br /&gt;khushi kay pal bitha-ay milkay&lt;br /&gt;kya paya mein nay&lt;br /&gt;kya khoya&lt;br /&gt;kab jaa ga hoon mein&lt;br /&gt;kab soyaa&lt;br /&gt;teri hur baath rula-ay jub mujh ko&lt;br /&gt;mein kho ja-oon ga&lt;br /&gt;wo teri chaal satha-ay jub mujh ko&lt;br /&gt;mein dol ja-oon ga hoo hooo oooo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927669020565377889-8155827148309335921?l=pexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pexy.blogspot.com/feeds/8155827148309335921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927669020565377889&amp;postID=8155827148309335921' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927669020565377889/posts/default/8155827148309335921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927669020565377889/posts/default/8155827148309335921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pexy.blogspot.com/2008/03/teri-yaad-aaye-jab-mujko-sanorita.html' title='Teri Yaad aaye jab Mujko.... Sanorita...'/><author><name>Maxim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06844053421023097894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoRGWwo0Ep0/R85b-4hzN7I/AAAAAAAAAn8/uXBfkN-56S4/s72-c/TeriYaad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927669020565377889.post-5085530325018275483</id><published>2008-02-25T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:47:14.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ham Jiye Ja Rahe he...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoRGWwo0Ep0/R8LFypbiPMI/AAAAAAAAAng/6svQ7UFYcqY/s1600-h/LifeIsNotFare.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170912796080225474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoRGWwo0Ep0/R8LFypbiPMI/AAAAAAAAAng/6svQ7UFYcqY/s200/LifeIsNotFare.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do pal ka yeh jeevaan hai&lt;br /&gt;Kaisi yahan jeena seekhon&lt;br /&gt;Dhundhla sa yeh manzar hai&lt;br /&gt;Sehmi si khamoshi hai Yeh meri Zindagi&lt;br /&gt;Bas ek khwab haiYeh meri bandagi&lt;br /&gt;Haan Ek raaz hai&lt;br /&gt;Kaise baton kis ko sunaon&lt;br /&gt;Hal apne dil kaKaise bataoun&lt;br /&gt;In raston pe ane wale&lt;br /&gt;Sab Karte hai kyun kinara&lt;br /&gt;In aahaton pe basne walon se&lt;br /&gt;Pooche Kaun Hamara&lt;br /&gt;Hum Jiye ja rahe hain&lt;br /&gt;Gum piye ja rahe hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927669020565377889-5085530325018275483?l=pexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pexy.blogspot.com/feeds/5085530325018275483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927669020565377889&amp;postID=5085530325018275483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927669020565377889/posts/default/5085530325018275483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927669020565377889/posts/default/5085530325018275483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pexy.blogspot.com/2008/02/ham-jiye-ja-rahe-he.html' title='Ham Jiye Ja Rahe he...'/><author><name>Maxim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06844053421023097894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DoRGWwo0Ep0/R8LFypbiPMI/AAAAAAAAAng/6svQ7UFYcqY/s72-c/LifeIsNotFare.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927669020565377889.post-2841130938919869603</id><published>2008-02-25T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:47:15.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really good story..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoRGWwo0Ep0/R8Kz1JbiPLI/AAAAAAAAAnY/xG9hFGN5ggE/s1600-h/forgive.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170893047820598450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoRGWwo0Ep0/R8Kz1JbiPLI/AAAAAAAAAnY/xG9hFGN5ggE/s200/forgive.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NAIL IN THE FENCE&lt;/strong&gt; There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His Father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Finally the ! day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence He said, 'You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say 'I'm sorry', the wound is still there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. Friends are very rare jewels, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they always want to open their hearts to us.' Now send this to every friend you have!! And to your family&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me if I have ever left a hole. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927669020565377889-2841130938919869603?l=pexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pexy.blogspot.com/feeds/2841130938919869603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927669020565377889&amp;postID=2841130938919869603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927669020565377889/posts/default/2841130938919869603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927669020565377889/posts/default/2841130938919869603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pexy.blogspot.com/2008/02/really-good-story.html' title='Really good story..'/><author><name>Maxim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06844053421023097894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DoRGWwo0Ep0/R8Kz1JbiPLI/AAAAAAAAAnY/xG9hFGN5ggE/s72-c/forgive.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927669020565377889.post-2644730153499762968</id><published>2008-02-24T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:47:15.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ajanabi Lyrics Dedicated to Some one Special</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoRGWwo0Ep0/R8JRW5biPKI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/52AuBWnZcx0/s1600-h/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170784775990033570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoRGWwo0Ep0/R8JRW5biPKI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/52AuBWnZcx0/s200/kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ajnabi khwaab mein, dekh tha jo ho tum wohiDil mujhe le chala, chal pada mein to wahin&lt;br /&gt;Ajnabi (ajnabi) khwaab mein, dekh tha jo ho tum wohiDil mujhe le chala, chal pada mein to wahin&lt;br /&gt;Raat din mein jaagta hun, beetey pal ko sochta hunHar kadam ko dekhta hun mein (2)&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh..Ajnabi (ajnabi) khwaab mein, dekh tha jo ho tum wohiDil mujhe le chala, chal pada mein to wahin&lt;br /&gt;Kuch to naya ehsaas hai, jo mera mann ud rahaRoke se bhi rukta nahin, kis oor ye mud rahaBoondein ghiri khwahishon ki to mein;Ek pal bhi na khud mein raha&lt;br /&gt;Ajnabi (ajnabi) khwaab mein, dekh tha jo ho tum wohiDil mujhe le chala, chal pada mein to wahin&lt;br /&gt;Khusboo ghuli zazbaat mein, jaane paheli hai kyaaBaithe huye socha karun, ye kya mujhe ho gayaZonkha koi ek anjaan sa, dhadkano ko meri choo raha&lt;br /&gt;Ajnabi (ajnabi) khwaab mein, dekh tha jo ho tum wohiDil mujhe le chala, chal pada mein to wahin&lt;br /&gt;Raat din mein jaagta hun, beetey pal ko sochta hun;Har kadam ko dekhta hun mein (2)&lt;br /&gt;Wo.. oo&lt;br /&gt;Ajnabi (ajnabi) khwaab mein, dekh tha jo ho tum wohiDil mujhe le chala, chal pada mein to wahin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927669020565377889-2644730153499762968?l=pexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pexy.blogspot.com/feeds/2644730153499762968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927669020565377889&amp;postID=2644730153499762968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927669020565377889/posts/default/2644730153499762968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927669020565377889/posts/default/2644730153499762968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pexy.blogspot.com/2008/02/ajanabi-lyrics-dedicated-to-some-one.html' title='Ajanabi Lyrics Dedicated to Some one Special'/><author><name>Maxim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06844053421023097894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DoRGWwo0Ep0/R8JRW5biPKI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/52AuBWnZcx0/s72-c/kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927669020565377889.post-7313196053004376309</id><published>2008-02-16T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T04:08:06.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret of Life</title><content type='html'>we all know what we need to or know to seek out someone who can tell us what to do, but none of us actually do either. 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