<?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-7335579740795393362</id><updated>2011-09-30T22:29:43.232+02:00</updated><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='buddhism'/><category term='animals'/><category term='poem'/><category term='songs'/><category term='funny'/><category term='sea'/><category term='salay'/><category term='movies'/><category term='love songs'/><category term='inspirations'/><category term='books'/><category term='the corrs'/><category term='quote'/><category term='song'/><category term='nature'/><category term='cartoons'/><category term='photos'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='rainbow'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='cute'/><category term='hope'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='personality test'/><category term='audio'/><category term='typography'/><category term='by gouai'/><category term='elephant'/><category term='sun'/><category term='buddha'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='better than ezra'/><category term='Painted Veil'/><category term='brett dennen'/><category term='humor'/><category term='weather'/><category term='cheesy'/><category term='good cause'/><category term='gif'/><category term='travels'/><category term='sunset'/><category term='drawing'/><category term='favorites'/><category term='personal'/><category term='spiritual'/><category term='creed'/><category term='audrey hepburn'/><category term='The Flying House'/><category term='success'/><category term='videos'/><category term='Super Book'/><category term='music'/><category term='happy'/><category term='positivity'/><category term='Osho'/><category term='book'/><category term='online quiz'/><category term='come on eileen'/><category term='paradox of our age'/><category term='life'/><category term='A La Claire Fontaine'/><category term='Sweet Valley Twins'/><category term='rain'/><category term='essay'/><category term='photo'/><category term='words of wisdom'/><category term='words'/><category term='thought provoking'/><category term='sweet'/><category term='mahatma gandhi'/><category term='illustration'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='fun'/><category term='desiderata'/><category term='love'/><category term='Bob Dylan'/><category term='regina spektor'/><title type='text'>Small Things Forgotten</title><subtitle type='html'>There are no little things. "Little things” are the hinges of the universe. - Fanny Fern</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335579740795393362.post-139255190285821391</id><published>2009-12-05T06:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T06:13:29.363+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='come on eileen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Come On, Eileen</title><content type='html'>I had fun watching this video for some special reason... *wink wink*.  I said to myself whenever I'm feeling down,  I will play this song in my head with a little animation like my special someone singing/teasing this to me... and then everything will be OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what i mean by watching this video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3o2mqr3WMNw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3o2mqr3WMNw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-139255190285821391?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/139255190285821391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/12/come-on-eileen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/139255190285821391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/139255190285821391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/12/come-on-eileen.html' title='Come On, Eileen'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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-7335579740795393362.post-4697039403762360290</id><published>2009-12-03T16:54:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T17:14:33.721+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Its been awhile again, I guess that's just how I work - on and off, in my own phase just the way I like it. I still have alot of ideas that I am not able to 'make happen'. I wish I can make it into something visible, well I know there will come a time that this 'energy' will unleash. (I hope I'm not making excuses again).  Anyway I want to share something again, I found a book that caught my attention and its titled 'The Invitation' by Oriah Mountain Dreamer. Without further ado, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Invitation By Oriah Mountain Dreamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithlessand therefore trustworthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day,and if you can source your own life from its presence. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments. &lt;/span&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/7335579740795393362-4697039403762360290?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/4697039403762360290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/12/invitation-by-oriah-mountain-dreamer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/4697039403762360290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/4697039403762360290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/12/invitation-by-oriah-mountain-dreamer.html' title='The Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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-7335579740795393362.post-6692075832988246564</id><published>2009-10-21T16:12:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T17:10:17.653+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words of wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirations'/><title type='text'>Letter to My Daughter on Being Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LETTER TO MY DAUGHTER: ON BEING YOURSELF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dear Sally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You must learn that you cannot be loved by all people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be the finest apple in the world – ripe, juicy, sweet, and succulent – and offer yourself to all,but there will be people who do not like apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are the world’s finest apple, and someone you love does not like apples, you still have the choice of becoming a banana, but be warned: if you choose to become a banana, you will be a second rate banana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must also realize that if you choose to be a second rate banana, there will be people who do not like bananas, so you can spend your life trying to be the best banana – which is impossible if you are an apple – or you can seek again to be the finest apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs, Daddy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Author unknown, adapted from Adrienne Lee’s psychotherapy seminar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-6692075832988246564?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/6692075832988246564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/10/letter-to-my-daughter-on-being-yourself.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/6692075832988246564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/6692075832988246564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/10/letter-to-my-daughter-on-being-yourself.html' title='Letter to My Daughter on Being Yourself'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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-7335579740795393362.post-3204570283032129920</id><published>2009-10-19T07:24:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T08:10:42.808+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='audrey hepburn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Audrey Hepburn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's something about... Audrey Hepburn. And I can't really pinpoint what, I just simply like her. I dont know if you ever been in this situation, like when you see someone even for the first time you just like them instantly. That's what I feel seeing Ms. Hepburn. Maybe she radiates positive aura with her that people are attracted to her. Or maybe its just that face. Definitely she has a classic look that I'm sure alot of Hollywood celebrities doesn't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/StwCVrXTFeI/AAAAAAAAAII/vpqtwhoxSuU/s1600-h/audrey+hepburn2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 164px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/StwCVrXTFeI/AAAAAAAAAII/vpqtwhoxSuU/s400/audrey+hepburn2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394189025123964386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/StwB8z-kMWI/AAAAAAAAAH4/J9zCgarlQGU/s1600-h/audrey+hepburn4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/StwB8z-kMWI/AAAAAAAAAH4/J9zCgarlQGU/s400/audrey+hepburn4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394188597939417442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/StwB0vqbxRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Yqg0HwjJGjw/s1600-h/audrey+hepburn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/StwB0vqbxRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Yqg0HwjJGjw/s400/audrey+hepburn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394188459342284050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/StwBsdFt1eI/AAAAAAAAAHo/u0FEzWa7J2A/s1600-h/audrey+hepburn3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/StwBsdFt1eI/AAAAAAAAAHo/u0FEzWa7J2A/s400/audrey+hepburn3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394188316917487074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a beauty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-3204570283032129920?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/3204570283032129920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/10/audrey-hepburn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/3204570283032129920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/3204570283032129920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/10/audrey-hepburn.html' title='Audrey Hepburn'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/StwCVrXTFeI/AAAAAAAAAII/vpqtwhoxSuU/s72-c/audrey+hepburn2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335579740795393362.post-1281402366339235051</id><published>2009-09-06T08:58:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T09:18:24.411+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positivity'/><title type='text'>Gold In Them Hills by Ron Sexmith feat. Chris Martin</title><content type='html'>I can't help gushing about this next song, its mostly the lyrics that got me into it. The melody just adds more to the beauty of the song. I heard it awhile back, but every time I hear it a rush of positive energy just gets through me. I don't get that too often.  Although it may have a slow/ sad tone to it, its really a song that inspires hope and high spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/19WaPuWYo2k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/19WaPuWYo2k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gold In Them Hills:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it doesn't seem that way&lt;br /&gt;But maybe it's the perfect day&lt;br /&gt;Even though the bills are piling&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Lady Luck ain't smiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if we'd only open our eyes&lt;br /&gt;We'd see the blessings in disguise&lt;br /&gt;That all the rain clouds are fountains&lt;br /&gt;Though our troubles seem like mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's gold in them hills&lt;br /&gt;There's gold in them hills&lt;br /&gt;So don't lose heart&lt;br /&gt;Give the day a chance to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then life says&lt;br /&gt;Where do you think you're going so fast&lt;br /&gt;We're apt to think it cruel but sometimes&lt;br /&gt;It's a case of cruel to be kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if we'd get up off our knees&lt;br /&gt;Well then we'd see the forest for the trees&lt;br /&gt;And we'd see the new sun rising&lt;br /&gt;Over the hills and horizon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's gold in them hills&lt;br /&gt;There's gold in them hills&lt;br /&gt;So don't lose faith&lt;br /&gt;Give the world a chance to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word or two, my friend&lt;br /&gt;There's no telling how the day might end&lt;br /&gt;And we'll never know until we see&lt;br /&gt;That there's gold in them hills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's gold in them hills&lt;br /&gt;So don't lose heart&lt;br /&gt;Give the day a chance to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's gold in them hills...&lt;br /&gt;There's gold in them hills...         &lt;!--ringtones and media links --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-1281402366339235051?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/1281402366339235051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/09/gold-in-them-hills-by-ron-sexmith-feat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/1281402366339235051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/1281402366339235051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/09/gold-in-them-hills-by-ron-sexmith-feat.html' title='Gold In Them Hills by Ron Sexmith feat. Chris Martin'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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-7335579740795393362.post-3336457868617463230</id><published>2009-09-01T18:37:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T18:41:29.332+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Osho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Life is not made of great things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Remember, life is not made of great things, it is made of very small things. In the early morning, sipping a cup of tea, do it totally, as if this is the last cup of tea you will ever sip again. Take each moment and squeeze the whole juice out of it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Osho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-3336457868617463230?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/3336457868617463230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-is-not-made-of-great-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/3336457868617463230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/3336457868617463230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-is-not-made-of-great-things.html' title='Life is not made of great things...'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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-7335579740795393362.post-806870314497857987</id><published>2009-08-22T04:34:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T06:04:16.532+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Flying House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>The Flying House and Super Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I was a kid I love watching cartoons, well I guess just like any other kids, and I thought I will never outgrew it.  Back then there wasn't much cartoons on television, unlike now you have a lot of options from the Disney Channel, Cartoon Network, Nickelodeon, local tv networks among others. But how I long for the days where everything in life were much simpler and cartoons have more sense and values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cartoons that I am referring to are "The Flying House" and "Super Book", cartoons of the mid 80's. Those who are familiar with these, must have grown up in the same era as I was, gotcha! I may not realize it back then, but these two are my major source of Biblical stories. Hmm it's kinda sad that I got my information from here, but that's why these cartoons came to be in the first place for this reason and to teach children good morals and values. That's fair enough. I love the interesting characters, the stories, and I love the opening songs especially  that of The Flying House - "We were having fun, playing hide and seek, then a summer storm appears..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can try to "at least" sing-a-long with me as we try to relive these cartoons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Flying House:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M14ZOc6Gppo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M14ZOc6Gppo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h2CScfyw4Jk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h2CScfyw4Jk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-806870314497857987?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/806870314497857987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/08/flying-house-and-super-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/806870314497857987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/806870314497857987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/08/flying-house-and-super-book.html' title='The Flying House and Super Book'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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-7335579740795393362.post-1996623089508216021</id><published>2009-08-21T16:46:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T17:13:08.926+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>It's been awhile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its been awhile since I posted something in here. Guess I was busy lately doing important stuff, one of them is learning a new language.  Its been challenging but fun at the same time, I always wanted to learn another language aside from English, so yeah I am fulfilling one of my things-to-do-before-i-die list.  And when you are older and learning a new language its difficult compared to when you start at a very young. For me, its like I'm back in kindergarten and learning the basic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I feel like I seem to ran out of things to say in this blog lately. But i know that's not really the case, because deep inside I have a lot of things to say, the problem is I don't know where to begin! As i write this, I  just remembered something my husband said to me quite a few times before, he said that I never ran out of things to say. But he loves it, anyway if he complains he can't escape it, hehehhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward for things to post because in that way it helps me to know myself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-1996623089508216021?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/1996623089508216021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-been-awhile.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/1996623089508216021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/1996623089508216021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile...'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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-7335579740795393362.post-498158538049436440</id><published>2009-08-08T09:56:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T10:08:44.319+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Sypmtoms of Being In Love -  Twisted Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Signs of Being In Love That Might Actually Be Symptoms of Crippling or Fatal Disease: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Skippy heartbeat when you think of him/her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think it's: Love&lt;br /&gt;Medical possibility: Tachycardia which may lead to ventricular fibrillation and myocardial infarction (heart attack)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;2. Restless trembling of hands, feet and other body parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think it's: Love&lt;br /&gt;Medical possibility: Parkinson's Disease&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.ninds.nih.gov/disorders/parkinsons_disease/parkinsons_disease.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;3. Constant smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think it's: Love&lt;br /&gt;Medical possibility: Bell's Palsy&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.ninds.nih.gov/disorders/bells/detail_bells.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;4. Absent mindedness, forgetfulness, inability to focus on tasks at work or home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think it's: Love&lt;br /&gt;Medical possibility: early onset Alzheimer's Disease &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.alz.org/alzheimers_disease_what_is_alzheimers.asp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;5. Frequent or constant sexual arousal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think it's: Love&lt;br /&gt;Medical possibility: Nymphomania&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/compulsive-sexual-behavior/DS00144"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;6. Weakening of knees and bursts of energy when he/she calls or comes over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think it's: Love&lt;br /&gt;Medical possibility: Multiple Sclerosis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;7. Inability to stop thinking about him/her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think it's: Love&lt;br /&gt;Medical possibility: OCD&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.nimh.nih.gov/health/topics/obsessive-compulsive-disorder-ocd/index.shtml"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;8. Bruising on neck, breasts and other tender areas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think it's: Love&lt;br /&gt;Medical possibility: Leukemia&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.leukemia-lymphoma.org/all_page?item_id=7026#leukemia"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;9. Insomnia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think it's: Love&lt;br /&gt;Medical possibility: Benign Prostatic Hyperplasia&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://familydoctor.org/online/famdocen/home/men/prostate/148.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;10. Feeling that you can smell/hear/feel him or her when not in his/her presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think it's: Love&lt;br /&gt;Medical possibility: Schizophrenia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: http://listmania42.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-498158538049436440?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/498158538049436440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/08/sypmtoms-of-being-in-love-twisted.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/498158538049436440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/498158538049436440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/08/sypmtoms-of-being-in-love-twisted.html' title='Sypmtoms of Being In Love -  Twisted Edition'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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-7335579740795393362.post-5319207438577000790</id><published>2009-08-01T08:10:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T08:13:24.538+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='typography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positivity'/><title type='text'>No Negative Thoughts Allowed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SnPca_FWW_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/fpMThANnvyE/s1600-h/1242138525311947.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 369px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SnPca_FWW_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/fpMThANnvyE/s400/1242138525311947.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364873937296972786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not now, not ever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-5319207438577000790?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/5319207438577000790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-negative-thoughts-allowed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/5319207438577000790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/5319207438577000790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-negative-thoughts-allowed.html' title='No Negative Thoughts Allowed'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SnPca_FWW_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/fpMThANnvyE/s72-c/1242138525311947.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335579740795393362.post-2967591511112419048</id><published>2009-07-26T17:43:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T18:23:30.956+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought provoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regina spektor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob Dylan'/><title type='text'>With God On Our Side by Bob Dylan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month, I posted a song called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/laughing-with-by-regina-spektor.html"&gt;“Laughing With” by Regina Spektor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. The lyrics caught my attention, and it actually reminded me of another song this time  from Bob Dylan called “With God On Our Side”. This song was written around the 1960s so its kinda very old now but still timeless, and that’s the beauty of Dylan songs. Songs like “Times They are A-Changin”, "Blowin' In The Wind" "Mr. Tambourine Man" among many others are very relevant. Bob is no doubt a legend in the music industry and has influenced alot of musicians. He was also on the list of Time Magazine's Most Influential Person of the Century.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first heard the name Bob Dylan from a Counting Crow’s song “Mr. Jones”, and this was way back in highschool, more than ten years ago. I got to know Dylan from my brothers, no surprise there. But I can’t really call myself a hardcore Dylan fan, I only know little of his music but I do know he is influential to other musicians and considered a (living) legend in the music industry. And his music is deep for my taste - political, philosophical, social,  and its like reading a poetry - deep! If you read some poetry, then you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this song had got me thinking before (and now)... maybe Regina had this song in mind too. She specifically named Dylan as one of her primary influences, so who knows? But both are beautiful and I like songs that are not just about love but songs that make you think and be aware...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here is the song I am referring:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"With God On Our Side"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my name it is nothin'&lt;br /&gt;My age it means less&lt;br /&gt;The country I come from&lt;br /&gt;Is called the Midwest&lt;br /&gt;I's taught and brought up there&lt;br /&gt;The laws to abide&lt;br /&gt;And that land that I live in&lt;br /&gt;Has God on its side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the history books tell it&lt;br /&gt;They tell it so well&lt;br /&gt;The cavalries charged&lt;br /&gt;The Indians fell&lt;br /&gt;The cavalries charged&lt;br /&gt;The Indians died&lt;br /&gt;Oh the country was young&lt;br /&gt;With God on its side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the Spanish-American&lt;br /&gt;War had its day&lt;br /&gt;And the Civil War too&lt;br /&gt;Was soon laid away&lt;br /&gt;And the names of the heroes&lt;br /&gt;I's made to memorize&lt;br /&gt;With guns in their hands&lt;br /&gt;And God on their side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the First World War, boys&lt;br /&gt;It closed out its fate&lt;br /&gt;The reason for fighting&lt;br /&gt;I never got straight&lt;br /&gt;But I learned to accept it&lt;br /&gt;Accept it with pride&lt;br /&gt;For you don't count the dead&lt;br /&gt;When God's on your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Second World War&lt;br /&gt;Came to an end&lt;br /&gt;We forgave the Germans&lt;br /&gt;And we were friends&lt;br /&gt;Though they murdered six million&lt;br /&gt;In the ovens they fried&lt;br /&gt;The Germans now too&lt;br /&gt;Have God on their side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned to hate Russians&lt;br /&gt;All through my whole life&lt;br /&gt;If another war starts&lt;br /&gt;It's them we must fight&lt;br /&gt;To hate them and fear them&lt;br /&gt;To run and to hide&lt;br /&gt;And accept it all bravely&lt;br /&gt;With God on my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now we got weapons&lt;br /&gt;Of the chemical dust&lt;br /&gt;If fire them we're forced to&lt;br /&gt;Then fire them we must&lt;br /&gt;One push of the button&lt;br /&gt;And a shot the world wide&lt;br /&gt;And you never ask questions&lt;br /&gt;When God's on your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a many dark hour&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinkin' about this&lt;br /&gt;That Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;Was betrayed by a kiss&lt;br /&gt;But I can't think for you&lt;br /&gt;You'll have to decide&lt;br /&gt;Whether Judas Iscariot&lt;br /&gt;Had God on his side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now as I'm leavin'&lt;br /&gt;I'm weary as Hell&lt;br /&gt;The confusion I'm feelin'&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no tongue can tell&lt;br /&gt;The words fill my head&lt;br /&gt;And fall to the floor&lt;br /&gt;If God's on our side&lt;br /&gt;He'll stop the next war 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ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before Regina Spektor, before Coldplay (and a few other bands in between), I was first and foremost a Corrs fan. The Corrs is an Irish band consists of four exceptional siblings – Jim, Sharon, Caroline, and Andrea Corr. Aside from being Irish who are known for their music, they come from a family of musicians as their parents were both in their own band back then called the Sound Affair (sounds cool for a  band's name). So it’s no surprise that they got the genes from their folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I first heard of them when I was a freshman in college, that would be 11 years ago, and I’m still a fan to this day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I used to read a lot about them, their biographies and such! I was ashamed by how much I read about them. You know you are a big fan when your friends hear a Corrs' song and they think of you immediately. Then my brother got me a copy of a magazine (above photo) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with them as the cover &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which he bought overseas,  that meant a lot to me. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I also got a postcard from a friend who had been on one their concert, that was so sincere of her. Ahh,  how I wish it will be my turn to see them in concert someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can’t also seem to decide who my favorite Corr sister is, at one point I wanted to be Sharon, then Andrea, and then Caroline. All of them are pretty and talented, but when I base it on the instrument I wanted to play the drums, it is by far the coolest thing to play next to the violin, the tin whistle,...&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There were times that I pretended I was on stage singing too. On the other hand I put on the cd on my walkman, closed my eyes and allowed myself to go places...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think musicians should be a goodwill ambassadors of their countries too, the Corrs got me interested in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ireland. They represent their already beautiful country when they play Celtic music and just even using some of their traditional musical instrument to their own music.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;These days The Corrs is on hiatus, but I read they will have a comeback soon so I'm excited for the new stuff.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cuser%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As for now, here are two of their songs in their first studio album “Forgiven not Forgotten”&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I miss the Corrs and watching these videos below just brings back memories. Ah, how music has been part of my life, it has been a refuge…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love To Love You:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uePic9fRxTI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uePic9fRxTI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Runaway:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WiyWfZSlM6A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WiyWfZSlM6A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-9071847833483407017?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/9071847833483407017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/07/corrs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/9071847833483407017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/9071847833483407017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/07/corrs.html' title='The Corrs'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SmFdYM6FJgI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IzIidxzdF5M/s72-c/corrs+cover.Gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335579740795393362.post-7129814094532665710</id><published>2009-07-13T05:33:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T05:41:04.425+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='typography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SlqsxlS5a7I/AAAAAAAAAGo/vHhT2cs0lg4/s1600-h/happiness.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SlqsxlS5a7I/AAAAAAAAAGo/vHhT2cs0lg4/s400/happiness.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357784674535566258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SlqrmMKFsXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/G961mRoZiqw/s1600-h/happiness.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-7129814094532665710?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/7129814094532665710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/07/quote-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/7129814094532665710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/7129814094532665710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/07/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SlqsxlS5a7I/AAAAAAAAAGo/vHhT2cs0lg4/s72-c/happiness.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335579740795393362.post-5155339733204461964</id><published>2009-07-10T06:06:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T07:13:16.761+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desiderata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><title type='text'>Desiderata</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;I read this poem years ago, and its one of those things that gives a profound effect on you . Although there were times that I totally forgot about this poem but now that I rediscovered it again, it becomes more raw, in the nick of time, and speak more truth to it than ever before. I find reading this passage a spiritual thing for me to do, so it's a good way to read on this from time to time... In your own private space, in your journal, or in these case reading it online.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DESIDERATA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Go placidly amid the noise and haste,&lt;br /&gt;and remember what peace there may be in silence.&lt;br /&gt;As far as possible without surrender&lt;br /&gt;be on good terms with all persons.&lt;br /&gt;Speak your truth quietly and clearly;&lt;br /&gt;and listen to others,&lt;br /&gt;even the dull and the ignorant;&lt;br /&gt;they too have their story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Avoid loud and aggressive persons,&lt;br /&gt;they are vexations to the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;If you compare yourself with others,&lt;br /&gt;you may become vain and bitter;&lt;br /&gt;for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Keep interested in your own career, however humble;&lt;br /&gt;it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.&lt;br /&gt;Exercise caution in your business affairs;&lt;br /&gt;for the world is full of trickery.&lt;br /&gt;But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;&lt;br /&gt;many persons strive for high ideals;&lt;br /&gt;and everywhere life is full of heroism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Especially, do not feign affection.&lt;br /&gt;Neither be cynical about love;&lt;br /&gt;for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment&lt;br /&gt;it is as perennial as the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Take kindly the counsel of the years,&lt;br /&gt;gracefully surrendering the things of youth.&lt;br /&gt;Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.&lt;br /&gt;But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.&lt;br /&gt;Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;Beyond a wholesome discipline,&lt;br /&gt;be gentle with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; You are a child of the universe,&lt;br /&gt;no less than the trees and the stars;&lt;br /&gt;you have a right to be here.&lt;br /&gt;And whether or not it is clear to you,&lt;br /&gt;no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Therefore be at peace with God,&lt;br /&gt;whatever you conceive Him to be,&lt;br /&gt;and whatever your labors and aspirations,&lt;br /&gt;in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,&lt;br /&gt;it is still a beautiful world.&lt;br /&gt;Be cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;Strive to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Max Ehrmann, Desiderata, Copyright 1952.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7335579740795393362-5155339733204461964?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/5155339733204461964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/07/desiderata.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/5155339733204461964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/5155339733204461964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/07/desiderata.html' title='Desiderata'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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-7335579740795393362.post-8939048774683990152</id><published>2009-07-06T16:45:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T17:14:36.076+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Too Sweet For Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SlIUCvoBQeI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_Wta4Tah_IU/s1600-h/penguins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SlIUCvoBQeI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_Wta4Tah_IU/s400/penguins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355364944273555938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Together now - "Ohhhhhh"  this is just so sweet, my heart is melting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Helen Keller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-8939048774683990152?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/8939048774683990152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/07/too-sweet-for-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/8939048774683990152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/8939048774683990152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/07/too-sweet-for-words.html' title='Too Sweet For Words'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SlIUCvoBQeI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_Wta4Tah_IU/s72-c/penguins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335579740795393362.post-3064220659488977864</id><published>2009-07-02T06:23:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T06:26:26.223+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='audio'/><title type='text'>Truthfully by Lisa Loeb</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mixpod.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="320" height="128"&gt;&lt;param value="false" name="menu"&gt;&lt;param value="TL" name="salign"&gt;&lt;param value="window" name="wmode"&gt;&lt;param value="myid=iij3h&amp;amp;autoplay=false&amp;amp;addMode=false&amp;amp;prev=3" name="flashvars"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This isn't what I like to call flattery,&lt;br /&gt;but I know that I believe that I've found what's true,&lt;br /&gt;that I've found what's you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully I&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding finally.&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully you&lt;br /&gt;you helped me find at last.&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully we&lt;br /&gt;are finding out what's true.&lt;br /&gt;And Truthfully I am finding out what's you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise, cause I was flying the plane.&lt;br /&gt;Surprise, cause now I'm smiling again.&lt;br /&gt;Surprise, cause you showed up with your parachute.&lt;br /&gt;Surprise, I'm kind of happy you showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully I&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding finally.&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully you&lt;br /&gt;you helped me find at last.&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully we&lt;br /&gt;are finding out what's true.&lt;br /&gt;And Truthfully I am finding out what's you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, I really can't explain, I'm floating, I'm smiling again.&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, I can't ignore you, cause I've been waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, I'm not desperate, I haven't changed my mind since we first met,&lt;br /&gt;but the last thing that I want to do is to tell you that I'm right for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully I&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding finally.&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully you&lt;br /&gt;you helped me find at last.&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully we&lt;br /&gt;are finding out what's true.&lt;br /&gt;And Truthfully I am finding out what's you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding finally.&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, I'm finding out what's you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm smiling again.&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully&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/7335579740795393362-3064220659488977864?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/3064220659488977864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/07/truthfully-by-lisa-loeb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/3064220659488977864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/3064220659488977864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/07/truthfully-by-lisa-loeb.html' title='Truthfully by Lisa Loeb'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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-7335579740795393362.post-4596388533636943798</id><published>2009-07-02T04:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T05:29:57.013+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='typography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words of wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buddha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buddhism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>The Buddha-ful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SkwoMS9wLwI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mYJGX7HiyYY/s1600-h/buddha3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 164px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SkwoMS9wLwI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mYJGX7HiyYY/s400/buddha3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353698248751066882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SkwoMLEo-qI/AAAAAAAAAF4/0ha5vE20loU/s1600-h/quote,wordings,believe,nothing,message,life,typography-cd848c3b4b594353c43f7f55e297dbac_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SkwoMLEo-qI/AAAAAAAAAF4/0ha5vE20loU/s400/quote,wordings,believe,nothing,message,life,typography-cd848c3b4b594353c43f7f55e297dbac_h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353698246632471202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-4596388533636943798?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/4596388533636943798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/4596388533636943798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/4596388533636943798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='The Buddha-ful'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SkwoMS9wLwI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mYJGX7HiyYY/s72-c/buddha3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335579740795393362.post-3654503024302602240</id><published>2009-06-30T14:57:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T15:40:57.413+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Valley Twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Sweet Valley Twins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SkoMae914uI/AAAAAAAAAFw/OX3lcFA-yg0/s1600-h/sv-twins+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember  them???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cuser%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt; 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is the older twin, considered the good, smart and serious type kind of girl, and helps Jessica when she gets into trouble. While Jessica was the opposite - she loves boys, gossip, fashion and is a member an exclusive club called The Unicorn Club which consists of the prettiest and most popular girls in school.&lt;span style=""&gt;  (Ain't we all have these kind of girls in our school huh?). I guess I am more of the Elizabeth type, but we all love Jessica, she's the one who spice the story and we all need that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And then there are other memorable characters like their big brother Steven, Elizabeth’s bestfriend Amy and  Jessica’s best friend and enemy Lila Fowler. Now that I thought of it, I think Jessica and Lila were the “original frenemy", well for me anyway. And who will forget (I know I won’t) Elizabeth’s sort of boyfriend Todd Wilkins. I believe that these two were the first love story that i  ever followed. I remember my first copy of Sweet Valley Twins was titled “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Elizabeth&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;’s First Kiss” and to my surprise it was my brother who gave it to me. How cheesy, but it does make me smile thinking of it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don’t own a lot of books so I borrow at the school library and I have a friend who owns a whole set of Sweet Valley Twins, High, and University. Going to her house was like going to a library, I suppose I read more of her books than she did.  If she ever reads this, I know she knows that I am referring to her and hopefully she will be smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I'm reading different genre of books and the stories are more complicated than those that I read in my elementary years. I suppose as you grow older and change, your taste in books also changes. But like any other first times in our lives, I never will forget my first love of books came from these series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh and this is my first ever, most personal blog that i wrote to date, so this is kind of embarrassing for me. But following my intention for creating this blog is to remember the small things forgotten in my life and the things that when I look back, I smile and say "I remember that!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-3654503024302602240?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/3654503024302602240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/sweet-valley-twins.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/3654503024302602240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/3654503024302602240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/sweet-valley-twins.html' title='Sweet Valley Twins'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SkoMae914uI/AAAAAAAAAFw/OX3lcFA-yg0/s72-c/sv-twins+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335579740795393362.post-7254989745928716211</id><published>2009-06-28T08:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T08:35:41.954+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='typography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Being Happy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SkcO9DS13JI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Gsmctctiesk/s1600-h/124443248637044.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SkcO9DS13JI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Gsmctctiesk/s400/124443248637044.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352263124172266642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-7254989745928716211?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/7254989745928716211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/being-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/7254989745928716211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/7254989745928716211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/being-happy.html' title='Being Happy...'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SkcO9DS13JI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Gsmctctiesk/s72-c/124443248637044.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335579740795393362.post-7858939007195428745</id><published>2009-06-27T18:21:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T18:35:23.099+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Tree of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SkZIBtrYtjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/kVoq2DFNfY0/s1600-h/Scannen0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SkZIBtrYtjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/kVoq2DFNfY0/s400/Scannen0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352044401455052338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This one is made by someone very special... Ik hou van je! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-7858939007195428745?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/7858939007195428745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_1562.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/7858939007195428745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/7858939007195428745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_1562.html' title='Tree of Life'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SkZIBtrYtjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/kVoq2DFNfY0/s72-c/Scannen0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335579740795393362.post-1381026550965940394</id><published>2009-06-26T06:24:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T07:12:29.668+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Three Little Pigs With a Twist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Found this funny story, thought i put it here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The mind of a 6-year old is wonderful. First grade... true story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;One day the first grade teacher was reading the story of The Three Little Pigs to her class. She came to the part of the story where the first pig was trying to accumulate the building materials for his first home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;She read, "...And so the pig went up to the man with the wheelbarrow full of straw and sand and said, "Pardon me sir, but may I have some of that straw to build my house?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The teacher paused and asked the class, "And what do you think that man said?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;One little boy raised his hand and said, "I think he said... "Holy sh**! A talking pig!""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The teacher was unable to teach for the next 10 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-1381026550965940394?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/1381026550965940394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/three-little-pigs-with-twist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/1381026550965940394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/1381026550965940394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/three-little-pigs-with-twist.html' title='Three Little Pigs With a Twist'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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-7335579740795393362.post-1097259611883997690</id><published>2009-06-26T06:02:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T06:06:39.558+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='audio'/><title type='text'>As I Lay Me Down To Sleep - Sophie Hawkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mixpod.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="320" height="128"&gt;&lt;param value="false" name="menu"&gt;&lt;param value="TL" name="salign"&gt;&lt;param value="window" name="wmode"&gt;&lt;param value="myid=jsvaq&amp;amp;autoplay=false&amp;amp;addMode=false&amp;amp;prev=3" name="flashvars"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-1097259611883997690?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/1097259611883997690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_3511.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/1097259611883997690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/1097259611883997690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_3511.html' title='As I Lay Me Down To Sleep - Sophie Hawkins'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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-7335579740795393362.post-238877716810962755</id><published>2009-06-25T07:15:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T07:33:45.587+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Salay Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SkMLgnFkXII/AAAAAAAAAE4/FKBcXyXppV8/s1600-h/kiting.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SkMLgnFkXII/AAAAAAAAAE4/FKBcXyXppV8/s400/kiting.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351133437122337922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SkMLgaNKS1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/JxbAnfYeJ1U/s1600-h/CIMG1355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SkMLgaNKS1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/JxbAnfYeJ1U/s400/CIMG1355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351133433664523090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful sunset, taken at my mother's hometown of Salay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-238877716810962755?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/238877716810962755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/salay-sunset.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/238877716810962755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/238877716810962755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/salay-sunset.html' title='Salay Sunset'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SkMLgnFkXII/AAAAAAAAAE4/FKBcXyXppV8/s72-c/kiting.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335579740795393362.post-4821742814485623924</id><published>2009-06-24T07:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T07:49:19.213+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mahatma gandhi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SkG-MTCKHCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/rjOspXQTOn8/s1600-h/quote,mahatmaghandi,feelings,living,love,visual,text-40e23767d17b874aa2d99ea82fad6046_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SkG-MTCKHCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/rjOspXQTOn8/s400/quote,mahatmaghandi,feelings,living,love,visual,text-40e23767d17b874aa2d99ea82fad6046_h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350766950769892386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-4821742814485623924?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/4821742814485623924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/quote-of-day_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/4821742814485623924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/4821742814485623924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/quote-of-day_24.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SkG-MTCKHCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/rjOspXQTOn8/s72-c/quote,mahatmaghandi,feelings,living,love,visual,text-40e23767d17b874aa2d99ea82fad6046_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335579740795393362.post-65454430341183843</id><published>2009-06-23T07:16:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T07:48:51.757+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regina spektor'/><title type='text'>Laughing With by Regina Spektor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm a big &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Regina Spektor&lt;/span&gt; fan and today  is the day that she will release her new album "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Far&lt;/span&gt;" and for that reason alone I will post something from her. Her new track is called "Laughing With". Again, another great song from a talented artist. Here is the official video, and the lyrics is simply amazing as well. Watch and Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rov3pV9PsRI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rov3pV9PsRI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rov3pV9PsRI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;No one laughs at God in a hospital&lt;br /&gt;No one laughs at God in a war&lt;br /&gt;No one’s laughing at God&lt;br /&gt;When they’re starving or freezing or so very poor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one laughs at God&lt;br /&gt;When the doctor calls after some routine tests&lt;br /&gt;No one’s laughing at God&lt;br /&gt;When it’s gotten real late&lt;br /&gt;And their kid’s not back from the party yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one laughs at God&lt;br /&gt;When their airplane start to uncontrollably shake&lt;br /&gt;No one’s laughing at God&lt;br /&gt;When they see the one they love, hand in hand with someone else&lt;br /&gt;And they hope that they’re mistaken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one laughs at God&lt;br /&gt;When the cops knock on their door&lt;br /&gt;And they say we got some bad news, sir&lt;br /&gt;No one’s laughing at God&lt;br /&gt;When there’s a famine or fire or flood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Chorus*&lt;br /&gt;But God can be funny&lt;br /&gt;At a cocktail party when listening to a good God-themed joke, or&lt;br /&gt;Or when the crazies say He hates us&lt;br /&gt;And they get so red in the head you think they’re ‘bout to choke&lt;br /&gt;God can be funny,&lt;br /&gt;When told he’ll give you money if you just pray the right way&lt;br /&gt;And when presented like a genie who does magic like Houdini&lt;br /&gt;Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;God can be so hilarious&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one laughs at God in a hospital&lt;br /&gt;No one laughs at God in a war&lt;br /&gt;No one’s laughing at God&lt;br /&gt;When they’ve lost all they’ve got&lt;br /&gt;And they don’t know what for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one laughs at God on the day they realize&lt;br /&gt;That the last sight they’ll ever see is a pair of hateful eyes&lt;br /&gt;No one’s laughing at God when they’re saying their goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;But God can be funny&lt;br /&gt;At a cocktail party when listening to a good God-themed joke, or&lt;br /&gt;Or when the crazies say He hates us&lt;br /&gt;And they get so red in the head you think they’re ‘bout to choke&lt;br /&gt;God can be funny,&lt;br /&gt;When told he’ll give you money if you just pray the right way&lt;br /&gt;And when presented like a genie who does magic like Houdini&lt;br /&gt;Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;God can be so hilarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one laughs at God in a hospital&lt;br /&gt;No one laughs at God in a war&lt;br /&gt;No one laughs at God in a hospital&lt;br /&gt;No one laughs at God in a war&lt;br /&gt;No one laughing at God in hospital&lt;br /&gt;No one’s laughing at God in a war&lt;br /&gt;No one’s laughing at God when they’re starving or freezing or so very&lt;br /&gt;poor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one’s laughing at God&lt;br /&gt;No one’s laughing at God&lt;br /&gt;No one’s laughing at God&lt;br /&gt;We’re all laughing with God&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-65454430341183843?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/65454430341183843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/laughing-with-by-regina-spektor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/65454430341183843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/65454430341183843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/laughing-with-by-regina-spektor.html' title='Laughing With by Regina Spektor'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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-7335579740795393362.post-5447267375843764239</id><published>2009-06-23T06:04:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T06:07:23.787+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words of wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positivity'/><title type='text'>Beauty Tips for a Better You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For beautiful eyes, look for the good in other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To lose weight, let go of stress, hatred, racism, anger, contentment and the need to control others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To improve your ears, listen.  Rather than focus on the thorns of life, smell the roses and count your blessings, giving thanks for each one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For poise, walk with knowledge and self-esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To strengthen your arms, hug at least 3 people a day.  Touch someone with your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To strengthen your heart, forgive yourself and others.  Don't worry and hurry so much.  Rather than walk this earth lightly, walk firmly with determination and leave your mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing these things on a daily basis will certainly make you a more beautiful person. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Author Unknown&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; height: 3px; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-5447267375843764239?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/5447267375843764239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/beauty-tips-for-better-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/5447267375843764239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/5447267375843764239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/beauty-tips-for-better-you.html' title='Beauty Tips for a Better You'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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-7335579740795393362.post-5022471405727307987</id><published>2009-06-21T18:16:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T18:19:40.588+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='audio'/><title type='text'>Cannonball by Damien Rice</title><content type='html'>I just simply love this song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/qk_Pbjtwkz/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/qk_Pbjtwkz/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=qk_Pbjtwkz" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=qk_Pbjtwkz" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=qk_Pbjtwkz" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=qk_Pbjtwkz" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/qk_Pbjtwkz/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/neverneverland/music/WYiflXBx/damien-rice-cannonball/"&gt;Cannonball - Damien Rice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s still a little bit of your taste in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;There’s still a little bit of you laced with my doubt&lt;br /&gt;It’s still a little hard to say what's going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s still a little bit of your ghost your witness&lt;br /&gt;There’s still a little bit of your face i haven't kissed&lt;br /&gt;You step a little closer each day&lt;br /&gt;That I can't say what's going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stones taught me to fly&lt;br /&gt;Love, it taught me to lie&lt;br /&gt;Life, it taught me to die&lt;br /&gt;So it's not hard to fall&lt;br /&gt;When you float like a cannonball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s still a little bit of your song in my ear&lt;br /&gt;There’s still a little bit of your words i long to hear&lt;br /&gt;You step a little closer to me&lt;br /&gt;So close that I can't see what's going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stones taught me to fly&lt;br /&gt;Love taught me to lie&lt;br /&gt;Life taught me to die&lt;br /&gt;'Cos its not hard to fall,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to scare her&lt;br /&gt;Its not hard to fall&lt;br /&gt;And i don't want to lose&lt;br /&gt;Its not hard to grow&lt;br /&gt;When you know that you just don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stones taught me to fly&lt;br /&gt;Love taught me to lie&lt;br /&gt;Life taught me to die&lt;br /&gt;So its not hard to fall&lt;br /&gt;When you float like a cannon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-5022471405727307987?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/5022471405727307987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/cannonball-by-damien-rice_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/5022471405727307987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/5022471405727307987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/cannonball-by-damien-rice_22.html' title='Cannonball by Damien Rice'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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-7335579740795393362.post-1096623899620818725</id><published>2009-06-21T17:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T17:06:30.662+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='typography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/Sj5MUPsuNTI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/O1jmDsy9dmk/s1600-h/who+i+am.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/Sj5MUPsuNTI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/O1jmDsy9dmk/s400/who+i+am.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349797318057932082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-1096623899620818725?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/1096623899620818725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/quote-of-day_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/1096623899620818725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/1096623899620818725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/quote-of-day_21.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/Sj5MUPsuNTI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/O1jmDsy9dmk/s72-c/who+i+am.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335579740795393362.post-3960060925046720407</id><published>2009-06-19T19:20:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T20:03:26.651+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A La Claire Fontaine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Painted Veil'/><title type='text'>The Painted  Veil</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite movie is "The Painted Veil" starring Naomi Watts and Edward Norton. It is based on a novel of the same title by the author W. Somerset Maugham. It is a period drama set in the 1920s China and England.  The movie is about a marriage in distress between Walter and Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iFOliIVUXHw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iFOliIVUXHw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful music played in the movie is a French children song called "A La Claire Fontaine" translated in English as "At the Clear Fountain". Makes me want to learn it and sing it to my kids in the future, but perhaps i will sing it into English and/or Dutch, hehehe, or in Visayan too, why not. If you like it and want to practice your French then you can sing-a-long, this is a challenge though, more like a tongue twister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"A La Claire Fontaine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;À la claire fontaine, (At the clear fountain)&lt;br /&gt;M'en allant promener (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;While I was strolling by)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;J'ai trouvé l'eau si belle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(I found the water so nice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Que je m'y suis baigné (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;That I went in to bathe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Refrain :&lt;br /&gt;Il y a longtemps que je t'aime (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So long I've been loving you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Jamais je ne t'oublierai (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I will never forget you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sous les feuilles d'un chêne, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(Under an oak tree,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Je me suis fait sécher (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I dried myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sur la plus haute branche, (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;On the highest branch,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Un rossignol chantait (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A nightingale was singing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chante rossignol, chante, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sing, nightingale, sing,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Toi qui as le cœur gai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Your heart is so happy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Tu as le cœur à rire, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Your heart feels like laughing,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Moi je l'ai à pleurer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Mine feels like weeping.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai perdu mon amie, (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I lost my beloved,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sans l'avoir mérité (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Without deserving it,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Pour un bouquet de roses, (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;For a bunch of roses,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Que je lui refusai (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;That I denied her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je voudrais que la rose, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(I wanted the rose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Fût encore au rosier (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;To be still on the bush,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Et que ma douce amie (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And my sweet beloved)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Fût encore à m'aimer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(To be still loving me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-3960060925046720407?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/3960060925046720407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/painted-veil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/3960060925046720407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/3960060925046720407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/painted-veil.html' title='The Painted  Veil'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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-7335579740795393362.post-5384372697495996264</id><published>2009-06-18T18:19:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T18:51:26.001+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words of wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paradox of our age'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirations'/><title type='text'>The Paradox of Our Age</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever. Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side. Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you. Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again. Give time to love, give time to speak, and give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments                                              that take our breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by a former pastor &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr. Bob Moorehead&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-5384372697495996264?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/5384372697495996264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/paradox-of-our-age.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/5384372697495996264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/5384372697495996264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/paradox-of-our-age.html' title='The Paradox of Our Age'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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-7335579740795393362.post-1828757534394213669</id><published>2009-06-18T16:34:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:41:16.188+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><title type='text'>Dreaming of ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SjpQqYMZ-2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/nHkgDuBZLis/s1600-h/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SjpQqYMZ-2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/nHkgDuBZLis/s400/sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348676196435098466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Simply amazing...  I'm dreaming of being in this place now, the four "S" - the sun, the sea, the sand and being with your someone special. But for now this picture will do, even just looking at it gives good vibrations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-1828757534394213669?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/1828757534394213669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreaming-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/1828757534394213669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/1828757534394213669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreaming-of.html' title='Dreaming of ...'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SjpQqYMZ-2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/nHkgDuBZLis/s72-c/sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335579740795393362.post-4928676751024424293</id><published>2009-06-17T16:34:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T16:43:53.819+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='typography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/Sjj_fttPZgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/W3G2F2AZ2yM/s1600-h/we+are+who+we+are.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 363px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/Sjj_fttPZgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/W3G2F2AZ2yM/s400/we+are+who+we+are.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348305477812839938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-4928676751024424293?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/4928676751024424293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/quote-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/4928676751024424293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/4928676751024424293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/Sjj_fttPZgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/W3G2F2AZ2yM/s72-c/we+are+who+we+are.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335579740795393362.post-9108495994394455566</id><published>2009-06-17T09:31:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:11:42.297+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='better than ezra'/><title type='text'>Better Than Ezra - A Lifetime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My interest in music was mostly influenced by my two older brothers. Way back then, our house was filled with basically alternative rock music played in high volume. This time around, its only me playing not-so-loud music. One of the bands that I listened when I was in high school was Better Than Ezra with their hits like Good, Desperately Wanting, and Rosealia. I can still recall singing along with these tunes (and my brother's theme song is definitely Desperately Wanting.)  Better Than Ezra has been around for 2 decades already, I believe they are one of the most underrated bands but I guess its better that way. BTE has a strong fan base though, so thats good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kQ2QT88m_nk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kQ2QT88m_nk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Allie woke up 8AM Graduation day.&lt;br /&gt;Got into a car, and crashed along the way.&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived late to the wake,&lt;br /&gt;Stole the urn while they looked away,&lt;br /&gt;And drove to the beach 'cause I knew you'd want it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you were standing on the hood of the car&lt;br /&gt;Singing out loud when the sun came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I wasn't right, but it felt so good.&lt;br /&gt;And your mother didn't mind, like I thought she would.&lt;br /&gt;And that REM song was playing in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;And three and a half minutes felt like a lifetime. It felt like a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you move like water I could drown in you.&lt;br /&gt;And I fell so deep once, till you pulled me through&lt;br /&gt;You would tell me "No one is allowed to be so proud&lt;br /&gt;They never reach out when they're giving up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And I know I wasn't right, but it felt so good.&lt;br /&gt;And your mother didn't mind, like I thought she would.&lt;br /&gt;And that REM song was playing in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;And three and a half minutes felt like a lifetime. It felt like a lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you sitting in the lights? Or combing your hair again?&lt;br /&gt;And talking in rhymes? Are you sitting in the lights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, heard the phone,  your parents had arrived.&lt;br /&gt;And your dad set his jaw, your mom just smiled and sighed.&lt;br /&gt;But they left soon and I went to my room.&lt;br /&gt;Played that disc that you'd given me, and I shut my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Swear I could hear the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were standing&lt;br /&gt;On the hood of your car&lt;br /&gt;Singing out loud when the sun came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I wasn't right, but it felt so good.&lt;br /&gt;And your mother didn't mind, like I thought she would.&lt;br /&gt;And that REM song was playing in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;And three and a half minutes felt like a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt like a lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-9108495994394455566?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/9108495994394455566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/better-than-ezra-lifetime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/9108495994394455566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/9108495994394455566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/better-than-ezra-lifetime.html' title='Better Than Ezra - A Lifetime'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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-7335579740795393362.post-1523919857127594831</id><published>2009-06-16T10:56:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:25:06.723+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Why So Serious???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/Sjs9SlVjkhI/AAAAAAAAAEI/tTLLxbbWc94/s1600-h/why+so+serious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/Sjs9SlVjkhI/AAAAAAAAAEI/tTLLxbbWc94/s400/why+so+serious.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348936371902059026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I swear  its not me!!!" "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry, I forgive you, how can I not huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, this one just warms my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Unfortunately this is not my dog.&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/7335579740795393362-1523919857127594831?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/1523919857127594831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-so-serious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/1523919857127594831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/1523919857127594831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-so-serious.html' title='Why So Serious???'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/Sjs9SlVjkhI/AAAAAAAAAEI/tTLLxbbWc94/s72-c/why+so+serious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335579740795393362.post-5851194416911035871</id><published>2009-06-16T08:34:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T08:46:50.212+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>What Pet Are You Like</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 461px; height: 558px;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You Are Like a Horse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 159px; height: 130px;" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatpetareyoulikequiz/horse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You are strong, steady, and devoted. You are a good partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You are gentle and sensitive. You can be easily frightened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You are usually quite stable, but you do have a wild streak that comes out from time to time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You are cooperative and not a solitary creature. You like to be around others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yipee!!! I'm a horsie, I really admire horses since way before I am fascinated with elephants. But both animals (among others) are very strong and beautiful creatures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-5851194416911035871?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/5851194416911035871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-pet-are-you-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/5851194416911035871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/5851194416911035871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-pet-are-you-like.html' title='What Pet Are You Like'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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-7335579740795393362.post-2354733180692322098</id><published>2009-06-16T08:22:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T08:24:55.238+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='typography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'>Be Strong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/Sjc6TIHlRCI/AAAAAAAAADw/e4EX06bbF0c/s1600-h/being+strong.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/Sjc6TIHlRCI/AAAAAAAAADw/e4EX06bbF0c/s400/being+strong.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347807182796964898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-2354733180692322098?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/2354733180692322098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/be-strong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/2354733180692322098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/2354733180692322098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/be-strong.html' title='Be Strong'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/Sjc6TIHlRCI/AAAAAAAAADw/e4EX06bbF0c/s72-c/being+strong.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335579740795393362.post-3601534149706951048</id><published>2009-06-15T18:20:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T18:27:29.327+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illustration'/><title type='text'>Disney's Desperate Housewives</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SjZ1G4okqhI/AAAAAAAAADo/tiS3jgcp-tQ/s1600-h/disney%27s+desperate+housewives.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SjZ1G4okqhI/AAAAAAAAADo/tiS3jgcp-tQ/s400/disney%27s+desperate+housewives.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347590368691268114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And they lived happily ever after... The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-3601534149706951048?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/3601534149706951048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/disneys-desperate-housewives.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/3601534149706951048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/3601534149706951048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/disneys-desperate-housewives.html' title='Disney&apos;s Desperate Housewives'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SjZ1G4okqhI/AAAAAAAAADo/tiS3jgcp-tQ/s72-c/disney%27s+desperate+housewives.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335579740795393362.post-5165902499249697664</id><published>2009-06-14T15:40:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:19:02.773+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good cause'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Cute Little French Girl Telling a Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ahhhh I can't help it, this is just so cute!!!  I like it when i hear people talking in French even though I don't understand it and even though they are shouting at each other it will still amuses me. This cute French girl in the video below will definitely capture your heart, she is a natural storyteller. Want proof, then watch this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="302"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2113477&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2113477&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="302"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/2113477"&gt;Once upon a time...&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user115775"&gt;Capucha&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The girl's name is Capucine, a 4 year old from France. Her mom decided to use Capucine's popularity put into good use. A project called "Capucine's Library" was set up to raise money for Edurelief. Edurelief is a development organization based in Mongolia, who helps provide school books to Mongolian kids. If you want to get involved in their goal, here is the &lt;a href="http://www.edurelief.org/involved/people-capucine"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-5165902499249697664?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/5165902499249697664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/cute-little-french-girl-telling-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/5165902499249697664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/5165902499249697664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/cute-little-french-girl-telling-story.html' title='Cute Little French Girl Telling a Story'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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-7335579740795393362.post-8903601724894619898</id><published>2009-06-14T12:43:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T12:45:15.263+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainbow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illustration'/><title type='text'>Today's Weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SjTUcCzsMPI/AAAAAAAAADg/JFzahtGApwo/s1600-h/weather+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SjTUcCzsMPI/AAAAAAAAADg/JFzahtGApwo/s400/weather+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347132235850723570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-8903601724894619898?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/8903601724894619898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/todays-weather.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/8903601724894619898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/8903601724894619898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/todays-weather.html' title='Today&apos;s Weather'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SjTUcCzsMPI/AAAAAAAAADg/JFzahtGApwo/s72-c/weather+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335579740795393362.post-6959175341687356309</id><published>2009-06-13T07:47:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T08:01:51.037+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>It's A Sign!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SjM_M1frdNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DXTtZUgF6p4/s1600-h/CIMG7321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SjM_M1frdNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DXTtZUgF6p4/s400/CIMG7321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346686672369841362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SjM_MqFeXDI/AAAAAAAAADI/4P9Kzw0JM3U/s1600-h/CIMG7319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SjM_MqFeXDI/AAAAAAAAADI/4P9Kzw0JM3U/s400/CIMG7319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346686669307141170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I saw this sign outside the chapel of the Monastery of the Transfiguration in Malaybalay, Bukidnon and took a photo of it, as though at that time God showed me a "sign". Time to time I reflect on this quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-6959175341687356309?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/6959175341687356309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-sign.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/6959175341687356309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/6959175341687356309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-sign.html' title='It&apos;s A Sign!'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SjM_M1frdNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DXTtZUgF6p4/s72-c/CIMG7321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335579740795393362.post-2313956008349294720</id><published>2009-06-12T09:16:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:29:11.699+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brett dennen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought provoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Ain't No Reason</title><content type='html'>Today is Independence Day, and for some reason this is the song on my mind, and the video suits the song too... moving and thought provoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RXMqrbi-rSY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RXMqrbi-rSY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-2313956008349294720?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/2313956008349294720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/aint-no-reason.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/2313956008349294720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/2313956008349294720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/aint-no-reason.html' title='Ain&apos;t No Reason'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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-7335579740795393362.post-7409388692120720558</id><published>2009-06-11T15:56:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T16:30:32.051+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='audio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>I Am, I Feel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This song was playing in my head today and I find it nostalgic... not because of any particular event but just songs you hear way back when I was high school. It's a feel good song... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/ZMB7z_Z5JU/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/ZMB7z_Z5JU/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(230, 230, 230);"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox" type="text"&gt;&lt;input value="Search" style="font-size: 12px;" type="submit"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=ZMB7z_Z5JU" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=ZMB7z_Z5JU" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=ZMB7z_Z5JU" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=ZMB7z_Z5JU" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/ZMB7z_Z5JU/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/pkuMai/music/xtvXJIom/alishas-attic-i-am-i-feel/"&gt;I Am, I Feel - Alishas Attic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;an excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I click my heels together three times&lt;br /&gt;They sparked a little, but nothing happened&lt;br /&gt;And the big bad wolf's still in my bed&lt;br /&gt;I am, I feel&lt;br /&gt;(I sometimes think that you forget) that&lt;br /&gt;I am, I feel&lt;br /&gt;I got to get away from here&lt;br /&gt;I am, I feel&lt;br /&gt;This girl's a person y'know&lt;br /&gt;I am, I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-7409388692120720558?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/7409388692120720558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-i-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/7409388692120720558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/7409388692120720558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-i-feel.html' title='I Am, I Feel'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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-7335579740795393362.post-4078072082906333038</id><published>2009-06-11T09:57:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:07:20.398+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='typography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='by gouai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SjC5HZyruEI/AAAAAAAAABg/EGhUpdY7U2E/s1600-h/made+by+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SjC5HZyruEI/AAAAAAAAABg/EGhUpdY7U2E/s320/made+by+me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345976294522468418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I found this quote on my notebook dated 2002, that's along time ago. I'm trying to make my own creation / design as i look for more quotes from my old notebook... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-4078072082906333038?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/4078072082906333038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-found-this-quote-on-my-notebook-dated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/4078072082906333038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/4078072082906333038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-found-this-quote-on-my-notebook-dated.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SjC5HZyruEI/AAAAAAAAABg/EGhUpdY7U2E/s72-c/made+by+me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335579740795393362.post-8323815252140893270</id><published>2009-06-10T18:51:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T18:54:38.559+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawing'/><title type='text'>As I Lay Me Down To Sleep...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/Si_k8TR0W8I/AAAAAAAAABY/7SGzWumAmWg/s1600-h/lots+of+pillows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/Si_k8TR0W8I/AAAAAAAAABY/7SGzWumAmWg/s320/lots+of+pillows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345743007330360258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-8323815252140893270?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/8323815252140893270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-i-lay-me-down-to-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/8323815252140893270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/8323815252140893270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-i-lay-me-down-to-sleep.html' title='As I Lay Me Down To Sleep...'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/Si_k8TR0W8I/AAAAAAAAABY/7SGzWumAmWg/s72-c/lots+of+pillows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335579740795393362.post-8439532781275286546</id><published>2009-06-10T17:35:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T18:47:55.486+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>All I Really Need To Know I Learned In Kindegarten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Here is a lovely excerpt from one of my cherished book "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;All I Really Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarten"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; by Robert Fulghum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(4, 4, 4);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ALL I REALLY NEED TO KNOW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;about how to live and what to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;and how to be I learned in kindergarten. Wisdom was not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;at the top of the graduate-school mountain, but there in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;sandpile at Sunday School. These are the things I learned:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Share everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Play fair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Don't hit people.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Put things back where you found them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Clean up your own mess.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Don't take things that aren't yours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Say you're sorry when you hurt somebody.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Wash your hands before you eat.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Flush. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Live a balanced life - learn some and think some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; and draw and paint and sing and dance and play &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;and work every day some.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Take a nap every afternoon.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;When you go out into the world, watch out for traffic, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;hold hands, and stick together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Be aware of wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; Remember the little seed in the Styrofoam cup: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;The roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;really knows how or why, but we are all like that.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;the little seed in the Styrofoam cup - they all die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;So do we.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; And then remember the Dick-and-Jane books &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;and the first word you learned - the biggest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; word of all - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOOK.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Everything you need to know is in there somewhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;The Golden Rule and love and basic sanitation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; Ecology and politics and equality and sane living.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; Take any of those items and extrapolate it into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;sophisticated adult terms and apply it to your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;family life or your work or your government or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; your world and it holds true and clear and firm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Think what a better world it would be if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;all - the whole world - had cookies and milk about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;three o'clock every afternoon and then lay down with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; our blankies for a nap. Or if all governments &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;had a basic policy to always put thing back where &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;they found them and to clean up their own mess.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;span&gt;And it is still true, no matter how old you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;  are - when you go out into the world, it is best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;to hold hands and stick together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7335579740795393362-8439532781275286546?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/8439532781275286546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-i-really-need-to-know-i-learned-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/8439532781275286546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/8439532781275286546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-i-really-need-to-know-i-learned-in.html' title='All I Really Need To Know I Learned In Kindegarten'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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-7335579740795393362.post-8379509652958877418</id><published>2009-06-09T18:50:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T18:58:08.189+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>A Reminder:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/Si6TKdkBQ0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/qa957kKm9HY/s1600-h/1244183758954312.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/Si6TKdkBQ0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/qa957kKm9HY/s400/1244183758954312.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345371615679038274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-8379509652958877418?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/8379509652958877418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/reminder_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/8379509652958877418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/8379509652958877418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/reminder_10.html' title='A Reminder:'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/Si6TKdkBQ0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/qa957kKm9HY/s72-c/1244183758954312.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335579740795393362.post-1758562326815675485</id><published>2009-06-09T17:14:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T17:42:26.197+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online quiz'/><title type='text'>My "PersonalDNA"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am a fan of online personality tests and I take part on some of them that are fun, cool and i like it especially when i can say that a certain test blew me away. Recently i stumbled on such a site, where one can assess one's self just for the heck of it. The result will surprise you, but a word of advice: be patient and be true to yourself when taking this test. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://personaldna.com/"&gt;Try it here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here is my PersonalDNA:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;script src="http://personaldna.com/t/?k=YeafieDhXVSnmZT-PO-CAAAD-278e&amp;amp;t=Benevolent+Director"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my complete report is &lt;a href="http://www.personaldna.com/report.php?k=YeafieDhXVSnmZT-PO-CAAAD-278e"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, take the test... Just for fun, i sure did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-1758562326815675485?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/1758562326815675485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-personaldna_09.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/1758562326815675485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/1758562326815675485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-personaldna_09.html' title='My &quot;PersonalDNA&quot;'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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-7335579740795393362.post-7466304230616472630</id><published>2009-06-09T09:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:10:11.907+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheesy'/><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep... wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you' re just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have YOU... The one who turns to his friends and says, "that's her"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt; -&lt;i&gt;Unknown (Website)&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-7466304230616472630?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/7466304230616472630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/find-guy-who-calls-you-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/7466304230616472630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/7466304230616472630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/find-guy-who-calls-you-beautiful.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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-7335579740795393362.post-2984977095030931709</id><published>2009-06-08T06:17:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T06:28:25.858+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elephant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gif'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Happy Monday: Ostrich vs. Elephant</title><content type='html'>This one made me laugh, but poor ostrich... but im sure that they were just being kids, oh-so-playful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gifbin.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img195.imageshack.us/img195/9927/ostrichvselephant.gif" alt="funny animated gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-2984977095030931709?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/2984977095030931709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-monday-ostrich-vs-elephant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/2984977095030931709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/2984977095030931709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-monday-ostrich-vs-elephant.html' title='Happy Monday: Ostrich vs. Elephant'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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-7335579740795393362.post-5899376527793178511</id><published>2009-06-07T18:02:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T18:12:54.284+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positivity'/><title type='text'>A Reminder:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SivmieY5y3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/xT6nppP82x4/s1600-h/Sunset.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SivmieY5y3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/xT6nppP82x4/s400/Sunset.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344618862752680818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" &gt;Yes, everything's gonna be ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-5899376527793178511?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/5899376527793178511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/reminder.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/5899376527793178511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/5899376527793178511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/reminder.html' title='A Reminder:'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8rsJ9DJ-Cg/SivmieY5y3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/xT6nppP82x4/s72-c/Sunset.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335579740795393362.post-2336419808868927073</id><published>2009-06-06T07:20:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T07:26:28.673+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regina spektor'/><title type='text'>Regina Spektor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart Regina Spektor, and i find it kinda sad that i don't know anyone who share the same fondness i have for Ms. Spektor. But i found a way of spreading the love...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regina was born in Russia but when she was 9 years old moved to New York. She is an anti-folk/pop singer/songwriter/pianist and she is known for her eclectic use of words and unorthodox style of singing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;She is brilliant, super talented, smart, amazing, adorable, funny, unique and beautiful. Her most familiar work would be "Fidelity" and "Samson", but that's not the only reason why i listen to her, cause there are so much more (hint: Better, Hotel Song, On the Radio... ) I've been listening to her music for more than 2 years now, and I never get tired. And she has a new album coming up too!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an unofficial video for "Raindrops", the video itself is adorable and its a shout out to my yojimbo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S_oLCJIYOVU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S_oLCJIYOVU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's another brilliant live performance of "Fidelity: Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PR81SJFqfxY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PR81SJFqfxY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7335579740795393362-2336419808868927073?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/2336419808868927073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/regina-spektor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/2336419808868927073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/2336419808868927073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/regina-spektor.html' title='Regina Spektor'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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-7335579740795393362.post-2748043003271807012</id><published>2009-06-05T16:20:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T17:10:05.643+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The key to life . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When I was 5 years old, my mom always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;told me that happiness is the key to life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When I went to school, they asked me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;what I wanted when i grew up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I wrote down &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"happy".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;They told me I didn't understand the&lt;br /&gt;assignment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; and I told them they didn't&lt;br /&gt;understand &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"life".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-2748043003271807012?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/2748043003271807012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/key-to-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/2748043003271807012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/2748043003271807012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/key-to-life.html' title='The key to life . . .'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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-7335579740795393362.post-141661018716403749</id><published>2009-06-05T07:17:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T14:02:13.923+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creed'/><title type='text'>Storyteller's Creed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;That imagination is stronger than knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;That myth is more potent than history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;That dreams are more powerful than facts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;That hope always triumphs over experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;That laughter is the only cure for grief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And I believe that love is stronger than death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335579740795393362-141661018716403749?l=smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/feeds/141661018716403749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/storytellers-creed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/141661018716403749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335579740795393362/posts/default/141661018716403749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallthingsforgotten.blogspot.com/2009/06/storytellers-creed.html' title='Storyteller&apos;s Creed'/><author><name>gouai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434777603527899373</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>
