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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717898813698044654</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2011 07:57:43 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Photo Album</category><category>Poems</category><category>Craft Works</category><category>Songs</category><category>Stories</category><category>Art Works</category><title>Crazy World Of Art</title><description>A Blog that showcases my artworks, craft works and stories.</description><link>http://myartisticworld.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Chaitrika)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/CrazyWorldOfArt" /><feedburner:info uri="crazyworldofart" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717898813698044654.post-3330446662808025699</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 May 2010 04:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-04T21:54:42.579-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poems</category><title>Mother’s Day Poems</title><description>Hello everybody!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am back with two new (belated rather) Mother’s Day poems. Hope you like them as much as my mom did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;MOTHER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhe0UJFPMj4/S_Ybu0hNjpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hfWO8SYgXX0/s1600/mother.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhe0UJFPMj4/S_Ybu0hNjpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hfWO8SYgXX0/s640/mother.jpg" width="459" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;om is a word most people use, but no one ever really thinks about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They never realize the power behind that word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A mother is the rainbow that comes out after a storm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The brightest star in the night sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The loveliest flower in the meadow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A mom is a person who loves you and nurtures you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who stays with you through your hard times and shares your joy in times of happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Without a mom where would we all be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We all need a mom, to guide and protect us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A mother is a shining beacon of light, leading us through the darkness of sorrow and into the light of joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So on this MOTHER’S DAY, I just want to say, I love you more than words can explain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are my inspiration, my role model, my beacon of light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE YOU MOM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nhe0UJFPMj4/S_S-y7VBiuI/AAAAAAAAADw/aG39hA2DjYE/s1600/WB01219_.GIF" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nhe0UJFPMj4/S_S-y7VBiuI/AAAAAAAAADw/aG39hA2DjYE/s320/WB01219_.GIF" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nhe0UJFPMj4/S_S-y7VBiuI/AAAAAAAAADw/aG39hA2DjYE/s1600/WB01219_.GIF" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nhe0UJFPMj4/S_S-y7VBiuI/AAAAAAAAADw/aG39hA2DjYE/s320/WB01219_.GIF" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nhe0UJFPMj4/S_S-y7VBiuI/AAAAAAAAADw/aG39hA2DjYE/s1600/WB01219_.GIF" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nhe0UJFPMj4/S_S-y7VBiuI/AAAAAAAAADw/aG39hA2DjYE/s320/WB01219_.GIF" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;MY MOM&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nhe0UJFPMj4/S_Yb7tbcAPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/cqjj3F6DfgI/s1600/mymom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nhe0UJFPMj4/S_Yb7tbcAPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/cqjj3F6DfgI/s640/mymom.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ome moms are mean, some are overprotective, but I’m glad I have the best mom in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are sweet and kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A rose in full bloom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A raindrop, sliding down to Earth to land on me, a growing sapling and nurture me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Without you I’d be lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You guide me through it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m glad I can be open and speak freely to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wouldn’t trade you for the whole entire world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You mean so much to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have a heart of gold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you more than I love myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are the best, mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6717898813698044654-3330446662808025699?l=myartisticworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CrazyWorldOfArt/~4/Vw1Bp5S-KN4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CrazyWorldOfArt/~3/Vw1Bp5S-KN4/mothers-day-poems.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chaitrika)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhe0UJFPMj4/S_Ybu0hNjpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hfWO8SYgXX0/s72-c/mother.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myartisticworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day-poems.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717898813698044654.post-1426330554875091826</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Nov 2009 03:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-04T21:57:43.110-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Stories</category><title>The Shortcut That Started it All</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Hey people,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sorry for such a long break. But i'm back now and i have a new story for you all. Tell me what you think of it after you read it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Shortcut That Started it All&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Go to your desks,” yelled Mr. Jasper. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ginger Snap and Cristina Blakes dragged themselves to their desks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“It’s not fair,” complained Cristina as they sat down, “Mr. J never believes us. If we hadn’t been attacked by mutant alligators, we would have been on time.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Yea, but seriously Crissy, we have to think of some way to get to school on time.” Replied Ginger &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Eureka I’ve got it, come to my house at 5a.m. tomorrow morning.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The next morning, Crissy was the first one up in her house. She got dressed, ate a banana and rushed out the door, while grabbing some money for school lunch. She left a note telling her mom that she was leaving early. When she got to Ginger’s house, her mom answered the door and told her that ginger was still asleep. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“I’ll just go wake her up,” offered Mrs. Snap. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;When Ginger got to the door, she was a mess. Her hair was sticking out all over her head and she had dried up drool on her chin. And she was still in her Bugs Bunny pj’s. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Why did you come so early?” she questioned. Her&lt;br /&gt;voice was sleepy and she had horrible morning breath. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Did you forget? You told me to come so we could get to school on time!” said Crissy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Oh ya, I almost forgot. Stay right here, I’ll be right back.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ginger quickly washed her face, changed out of her pj’s,and grabbed her backpack and an apple. Then she ran outside to where Crissy was still waiting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“OK, let’s go. I know a way that will get us to school early.” Ginger said. Her voice was still a little heavy with sleep. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“How can we get to school earlier?” asked Crissy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ginger looked around mysteriously. Then she whispered, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“I know a secret shortcut that no one else in the world knows about. You’re the only person other than me that will know.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Cool!” yelled Crissy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Shhhh, don’t let anyone hear you. It’s supposed to be a s-e-c-r-e-t- shortcut.” Ginger whispered frantically.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Sorry,” whispered Crissy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“OK, now just follow me and I’ll show you the path,”replied Ginger.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;She crossed the street, leapt over the neighbor’s yard,ran across a field, sprinted though the woods on the other side, and finally stopped at a large meadow. Crissy caught up to her after a while, panting and trying to catch her breath. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Where are we?” she asked. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“In the meadow of dreams” replied Ginger in a shaky voice. She looked petrified &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“If it’s the meadow of dreams, then why does it look so … so...” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Horrible,” Ginger finished her sentence for her, “I'll tell you why. Long ago there was a madman, named Jarrell Blackman. He had an addiction to drinking and would hurt any one who tried to stop him from drinking. One night, as he was halfway done with a bottle of whiskey, his wife came and told him he should stop drinking and go to bed. That made Jarrell angry.He grabbed his dagger and slashed at his wife, cutting her in the throat. As she fell over and died, Jarrell stared in shock at what he had just done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"He got so scared, that he flew out of his house, dagger in hand. He ran all the way to the meadow of dreams. Then, he started cursing and hitting himself for what he had done. As he punched himself, he fell over and the dagger he was holding in his hand, cut through into his heart, killing him as it had done with his wife. The strange thing is, in the mornig, no one found his dead body, it had just disappeared. Even today, some say they have seen his ghost, still hitting himself for what he had done, years ago.” She finished in a small voice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Let’s get out of here, and fast.” Cried Crissy as she grabbed Ginger’s arm and started running.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But, just as they were about to leave, they heard a voice. Ginger gave out a bloodcurdling scream. Crissy turned around. She tried to scream but no sound came out. There in front of them hovered a six foot tall young man wearing rags with a knife protruding from his chest. Ginger was the first to react. She grabbed Crissy’s hand and half pulled-half carried her out of the meadow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;She didn’t stop running until she reached a big wide river with rushing rapids. By this time, Crissy had regained her senses and was staring at the river with Ginger.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“How are we going to get across?” asked Crissy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ginger pointed to a small little rope bridge which looked like it would fall with a slight breeze. The girls had no choice though. They had to either cross the bridge, or go back home, which meant going past the ghost again. Both girls started walking toward the bridge. They carefully stepped on it, one at a time, and started walking toward the other side. They were proceeding slowly but carefully. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After a few minutes, they reached the other side. Then they both started picking their way through the dense forest beyond. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Soon, it started getting hot. It got hotter and hotter still. Then, the girls found out why it was so hot all of a sudden. In front of them was a sea of geysers, all spewing scalding hot water. The girls had to jump over and around the geysers. But if they weren’t careful, they could get their skin burned off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Ahhhhhhhh,” screamed Crissy as she just escaped a sudden burst from a geyser.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Even if the girls didn’t get hit by the geysers, the moisture in the air made their clothes and hair damp.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“OMG, I look horrible,” complained Crissy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“I do too but we can’t worry about that right now, we have to get to school on time.” Replied Ginger.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Both girls hurried but couldn’t go very fast because their wet clothing stuck to their skin, making it very uncomfortable. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After a while, Ginger and Crissy came to two small dirt paths. One led to a bunny farm, the other led to meadow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Gingers eyes widened. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Uh oh” said Crissy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;She knew for a fact that Ginger absolutely adored bunnies.They were her favorite animals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ginger broke into a run with Crissy running after her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Ginger, we can’t stop at the bunny farm, we have to get to school. GINGER!!” screamed Crissy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But Ginger was too far away to hear. She had stopped at the end of the path and was staring at the bunnies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Crissy caught up to her and grabbed her arm. As she was pulling her away, the farmer who owned the farm came up to them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Well, ‘ello there, I can see you like bunnies. ‘Ow would you like to my helpers for the day?” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Yes yes yes yes!!!!” Screamed Ginger while jumping up and down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“No thanks,” Said Crissy as she struggled to hold on to Ginger. “We have to get to school, now-come-on-Ginger.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;She got Ginger to finally budge and they hurried to the end of the path and onto the other path. As they reached the meadow, they heard the faint sound of bells. They thought they were close to school. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;They hurried across the meadow and over a fence at the other side. Turns out it wasn’t school bells they were hearing, they were church bells. It was a huge church that seemed to stretch on forever on both sides.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Wow,” Whispered Crissy in awe, “I’ve never seen anything so huge,” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Me neither, but we have to get past it if we want to get to school on time.” Said Ginger. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“It would take way too long to go around it, the only way to get past it, it through it.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“How can we go inside a church looking like this?” questioned Ginger looking distastefully at her wrinkled and stiff clothes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“We’ll just have to run through and ask god to forgive us later.” Decided Crissy, “OK, now on the count of three, let’s run, one, two, three,” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Both girls took off running. Little did they know that there was a wedding going on inside. As they ran through, they upset tables with food and knocked into people. In their rush to get out, they knocked into a table holding the wedding cake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The cake splattered all over everything, including the girls. They heard people yelling and screaming at them. As they ran past, they noticed the bride had fainted and the groom was sobbing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;They were so relieved when they reached the exit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“I can’t believe we just crashed a wedding.” Sighed Ginger.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“If my mom knew, I’d be grounded for eternity!” Cried Crissy “uggg, I’m all covered with cake.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Hey look, I think I can see our school!” cried Ginger in excitement.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Ya I can see it too,” agreed Crissy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The school building was slightly visible in the distance. The school bells were ringing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Come on, we gotta’ go” Said Crissy as she started to run. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Both girls ran inside the classroom just as the last bell rang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Well you made it on time for once this school year,” Remarked Mr. Jasper, “but both of you are complete messes. Did you run into a cake or something?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Well…” started Ginger.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“OK never mind that, but how on earth did your mother’s let you come like this?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As Mr. Jasper was giving Ginger and Crissy a lecture about personal hygiene, the principal walked in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“What’s going on in here,” He demanded.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Um... Mr. Parry, uhh,” Stuttered Mr. Jasper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Mr. Jasper, is this how you treat your kids?” Mr. Parry pointing at Ginger and Crissy. “Mr. Jasper, I’m giving you a warning, if you don’t treat your kids nicer,you’re fired!!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;With that he stomped out of the room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Hey Ginger,” whispered Crissy as they sat down at their desks. “I just thought of something.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Yea,” answered Ginger, “what?” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“From now on, we have to get to school on time everyday!!!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Both girls slumped down in their chairs with the thought of it. But they both decided on one thing, they were never using the secret shortcut ever again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, what did you think? Hope you liked it. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6717898813698044654-1426330554875091826?l=myartisticworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CrazyWorldOfArt/~4/D_SMd9EHERo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CrazyWorldOfArt/~3/D_SMd9EHERo/shortcut-that-started-it-all.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chaitrika)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myartisticworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/shortcut-that-started-it-all.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717898813698044654.post-9067353990424870031</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2009 07:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-04T22:02:49.459-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Art Works</category><title>The Spotted Snake</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Check out a cool snake I made with dominoes!! Do you like it? :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356355806540745346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nhe0UJFPMj4/SlWZOhN2SoI/AAAAAAAAACU/l72Ky8ja4fc/s400/bigcame+021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6717898813698044654-9067353990424870031?l=myartisticworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CrazyWorldOfArt/~4/wRiiV47OpVQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CrazyWorldOfArt/~3/wRiiV47OpVQ/spotted-snake.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chaitrika)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nhe0UJFPMj4/SlWZOhN2SoI/AAAAAAAAACU/l72Ky8ja4fc/s72-c/bigcame+021.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myartisticworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/spotted-snake.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717898813698044654.post-7873802338781755552</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Jul 2009 22:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-04T22:04:42.068-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Craft Works</category><title>Father's Day Card 2009!!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hellooooooooooo People !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm back after a loooooooong break. My cousins are here so I've been too busy having fun. So now here is another post for you guys. This is the father's day card I made for my dad. hope you like it. : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nhe0UJFPMj4/SkwSaRiLC7I/AAAAAAAAACE/06lC1RTJdAI/s1600-h/fathersday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353674299629308850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nhe0UJFPMj4/SkwSaRiLC7I/AAAAAAAAACE/06lC1RTJdAI/s400/fathersday1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhe0UJFPMj4/SkwSatTo30I/AAAAAAAAACM/sKxMz2OB_Ww/s1600-h/fathersday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353674307084541762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nhe0UJFPMj4/SkwSatTo30I/AAAAAAAAACM/sKxMz2OB_Ww/s400/fathersday2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6717898813698044654-7873802338781755552?l=myartisticworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CrazyWorldOfArt/~4/d7TTDGrydbA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CrazyWorldOfArt/~3/d7TTDGrydbA/fathers-day-card.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chaitrika)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nhe0UJFPMj4/SkwSaRiLC7I/AAAAAAAAACE/06lC1RTJdAI/s72-c/fathersday1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myartisticworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/fathers-day-card.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717898813698044654.post-4246891861107520963</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2009 07:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-04T22:04:42.069-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Craft Works</category><title>My Crafts for Kids Friendly Crafts Event</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi everyone. Did you miss me :D? Here are my entries for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://myhandicraftscollection.blogspot.com/2009/01/kids-friendly-crafts-event-2009-and.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kids Friendly Crafts Event&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. Hooray, my first event! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The first one is a model truck I made. It’s made of scrap wood, left over from one of my dad’s projects. I can’t take all the credit for it ‘cus my dad helped me with a lot of it. It’s a truck that works for the Glimmer Glass window cleaner company (I just made the name up). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294009950930525154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpP_Bsj2ouw/SXgaAGKY2-I/AAAAAAAAALc/R-en21FcWdI/s400/truck2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another Look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294009955754117426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpP_Bsj2ouw/SXgaAYIbCTI/AAAAAAAAALs/C3G2UWPpJ6g/s400/truck1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The next one is a man in his rowboat, rowing a peaceful lake on his way to a picnic spot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294009952803810690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpP_Bsj2ouw/SXgaANJA7YI/AAAAAAAAALU/gMSPMqEb8l4/s400/rowboat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The last one is a cookie house my sister made in her preschool class. Don’t you just love them? Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294009948208397538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpP_Bsj2ouw/SXgZ_8BYfOI/AAAAAAAAALM/f6qDx0wpZkQ/s400/cookie+house.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6717898813698044654-4246891861107520963?l=myartisticworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CrazyWorldOfArt/~4/4bpxjgqjfMs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CrazyWorldOfArt/~3/4bpxjgqjfMs/my-crafts-for-kids-friendly-crafts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Uma)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpP_Bsj2ouw/SXgaAGKY2-I/AAAAAAAAALc/R-en21FcWdI/s72-c/truck2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>21</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myartisticworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-crafts-for-kids-friendly-crafts.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717898813698044654.post-2157981187242254722</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Oct 2008 03:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-04T23:39:43.860-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Songs</category><title>Yes, I Sing Too!</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am back with this beautiful song I learned in my chorus class in school. This is one of my most favorite songs that I have learned so far! Hope you like my singing!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Listen to "Country Road Song" sung by me!! Click the Player below to hear my song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="audioUrl=https://sites.google.com/site/crazyworldofart/home/songs/CountryRoad.mp3" height="27" quality="best" src="http://www.google.com/reader/ui/3523697345-audio-player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I am giving the lyrics of the song so that you can follow my singing!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Country Roads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;By John Denver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Almost Heaven, West Virginia&lt;br /&gt;
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River.&lt;br /&gt;
Live is old there, older than the trees,&lt;br /&gt;
Younger than the mountains,&lt;br /&gt;
Growin’ like a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Country Roads, take me home&lt;br /&gt;
To the place I belong&lt;br /&gt;
West Virginia, Mountain Momma&lt;br /&gt;
Take me home, country roads.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
All my mem’ries gather round her&lt;br /&gt;
Miner’s lady, stranger to blue water,&lt;br /&gt;
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky,&lt;br /&gt;
Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Country Roads, take me home&lt;br /&gt;
To the place I belong&lt;br /&gt;
West Virginia, Mountain Momma&lt;br /&gt;
Take me home, country roads&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I hear her voice&lt;br /&gt;
In the morning hour she calls me&lt;br /&gt;
The radio reminds me of my home far away&lt;br /&gt;
And drivin’ down the road I get&lt;br /&gt;
The feeling that I should have been home&lt;br /&gt;
Yesterday, yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Country Roads, take me home&lt;br /&gt;
To the place I belong&lt;br /&gt;
West Virginia, Mountain Momma&lt;br /&gt;
Take me home, country roads&lt;br /&gt;
Take me home, country roads&lt;br /&gt;
Take me home, country roads.&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/6717898813698044654-2157981187242254722?l=myartisticworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CrazyWorldOfArt/~4/-IkcWb8Bk30" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CrazyWorldOfArt/~3/-IkcWb8Bk30/yes-i-sing-too.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Uma)</author><thr:total>16</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myartisticworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/yes-i-sing-too.html</feedburner:origLink><enclosure url="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CrazyWorldOfArt/~5/ow05CQ1c1XI/guqz8t6msh" length="0" /><feedburner:origEnclosureLink>http://www.box.net/shared/guqz8t6msh</feedburner:origEnclosureLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717898813698044654.post-8736046749095257114</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Aug 2008 21:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-04T22:02:49.459-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Art Works</category><title>New Images 2</title><description>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Click on any picture to view it bigger.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://myartisticworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/ski-dude.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232638258530134210" style="CURSOR: hand" height="48" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpP_Bsj2ouw/SJ4Qxb3OqMI/AAAAAAAAAII/LMmDM1E1CkA/s200/ski+park.jpg" width="68" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://myartisticworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-at-beach.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232638265907417074" style="CURSOR: hand" height="49" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpP_Bsj2ouw/SJ4Qx3WHD_I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/uTCTQNhCcus/s200/surf4.jpg" width="69" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://myartisticworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/baby.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232638086991843058" style="CURSOR: hand" height="48" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpP_Bsj2ouw/SJ4Qnc1UDvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9cXSQBuOL-U/s200/baby+cradle.jpg" width="67" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://myartisticworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/game-of-basket-ball.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232638086262309970" style="WIDTH: 70px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 45px" height="37" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpP_Bsj2ouw/SJ4QnaHYRFI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Sypkoj7Szeo/s200/bball.jpg" width="54" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://myartisticworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/hungry-bird.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232638085621382098" style="WIDTH: 77px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 46px" height="47" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpP_Bsj2ouw/SJ4QnXuke9I/AAAAAAAAAHw/JiYs4QW6faU/s200/bird.jpg" width="57" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://myartisticworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/butterfly-watcher.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232638089025691090" style="WIDTH: 71px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 49px" height="109" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpP_Bsj2ouw/SJ4QnkaOHdI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rdazQvU6RNI/s200/butterfly.jpg" width="72" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://myartisticworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/natures-wonder.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232638092241851026" style="WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 48px" height="52" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpP_Bsj2ouw/SJ4QnwZA0pI/AAAAAAAAAIA/yX-rta4E8Rc/s200/red+flower.jpg" width="62" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What do you think of my pictures?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6717898813698044654-8736046749095257114?l=myartisticworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CrazyWorldOfArt/~4/fteQ4l9UuFc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CrazyWorldOfArt/~3/fteQ4l9UuFc/new-images-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Uma)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpP_Bsj2ouw/SJ4Qxb3OqMI/AAAAAAAAAII/LMmDM1E1CkA/s72-c/ski+park.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myartisticworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-images-2.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717898813698044654.post-3813076535113887045</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Aug 2008 21:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-04T22:02:49.460-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Art Works</category><title>A Hungry Bird</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpP_Bsj2ouw/SJ4QD2LFd8I/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZDc8DVvQps4/s1600-h/bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232637475318757314" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpP_Bsj2ouw/SEnVyOzmHhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/3_0GuM1WmXM/s400/dancer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6717898813698044654-5849645441155409124?l=myartisticworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CrazyWorldOfArt/~4/CDQiYMhIMls" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CrazyWorldOfArt/~3/CDQiYMhIMls/indian-dancer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Uma)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XpP_Bsj2ouw/SEnVyOzmHhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/3_0GuM1WmXM/s72-c/dancer.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myartisticworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/indian-dancer.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717898813698044654.post-835013219225823711</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Jun 2008 00:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-04T22:02:49.462-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Art Works</category><title>Apple Anyone?</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpP_Bsj2ouw/SEnVq-k4ubI/AAAAAAAAAEY/tRDGa79Jjqs/s1600-h/apple+anyone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208929378359622066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpP_Bsj2ouw/SEnVq-k4ubI/AAAAAAAAAEY/tRDGa79Jjqs/s400/apple+anyone.jpg" 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/6717898813698044654-835013219225823711?l=myartisticworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CrazyWorldOfArt/~4/1Ojk2fD5svU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CrazyWorldOfArt/~3/1Ojk2fD5svU/apple-anyone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Uma)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpP_Bsj2ouw/SEnVq-k4ubI/AAAAAAAAAEY/tRDGa79Jjqs/s72-c/apple+anyone.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myartisticworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/apple-anyone.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717898813698044654.post-3034404077180221763</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Jun 2008 00:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-04T22:02:49.463-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Art Works</category><title>A Little Lady</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpP_Bsj2ouw/SEnVdH_9-GI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gzF5ORkLzNg/s1600-h/a+little+lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208929140370962530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpP_Bsj2ouw/SEnVdH_9-GI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gzF5ORkLzNg/s400/a+little+lady.jpg" 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/6717898813698044654-3034404077180221763?l=myartisticworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CrazyWorldOfArt/~4/AOPxIZvP9f8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CrazyWorldOfArt/~3/AOPxIZvP9f8/little-lady.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Uma)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpP_Bsj2ouw/SEnVdH_9-GI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gzF5ORkLzNg/s72-c/a+little+lady.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myartisticworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-lady.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717898813698044654.post-5005875811349178908</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Jun 2008 00:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-04T22:02:49.463-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Art Works</category><title>A Girl with a Purse</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpP_Bsj2ouw/SEnVD30VJlI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1nKEF5ZwBas/s1600-h/a+girl+with+a+purse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208928706530453074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpP_Bsj2ouw/SEnVD30VJlI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1nKEF5ZwBas/s400/a+girl+with+a+purse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&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/6717898813698044654-5005875811349178908?l=myartisticworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CrazyWorldOfArt/~4/5yKqR5MRQfY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CrazyWorldOfArt/~3/5yKqR5MRQfY/girl-with-purse.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Uma)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpP_Bsj2ouw/SEnVD30VJlI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1nKEF5ZwBas/s72-c/a+girl+with+a+purse.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myartisticworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/girl-with-purse.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717898813698044654.post-8930263224475167791</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 May 2008 01:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-04T22:04:42.069-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Craft Works</category><title>Stick Puppets</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpP_Bsj2ouw/SDIonoicUhI/AAAAAAAAADA/Gahz14Vj32Y/s1600-h/puppets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202265180928234002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpP_Bsj2ouw/SDIonoicUhI/AAAAAAAAADA/Gahz14Vj32Y/s400/puppets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sister and Brother&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/6717898813698044654-8930263224475167791?l=myartisticworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CrazyWorldOfArt/~4/kAj1SA_X9lE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CrazyWorldOfArt/~3/kAj1SA_X9lE/stick-puppets.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Uma)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XpP_Bsj2ouw/SDIonoicUhI/AAAAAAAAADA/Gahz14Vj32Y/s72-c/puppets.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myartisticworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/stick-puppets.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717898813698044654.post-1996430837898964763</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2008 05:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-04T23:07:14.844-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photo Album</category><title>Picture Time</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpP_Bsj2ouw/SCp0zIicUgI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tZ_BvbuOFGw/s1600-h/cherprat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200097141566755330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpP_Bsj2ouw/SCp0zIicUgI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tZ_BvbuOFGw/s400/cherprat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my little sister 'Pratheeka'&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/6717898813698044654-1996430837898964763?l=myartisticworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CrazyWorldOfArt/~4/lUd25M1wc6M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CrazyWorldOfArt/~3/lUd25M1wc6M/picture-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Uma)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XpP_Bsj2ouw/SCp0zIicUgI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tZ_BvbuOFGw/s72-c/cherprat.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myartisticworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/picture-time.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717898813698044654.post-380610775668878572</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 May 2008 23:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-04T22:02:49.463-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Art Works</category><title>My Art My World</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpP_Bsj2ouw/SCeEnoicUfI/AAAAAAAAACw/-00BvNGAh3g/s1600-h/myart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199270111254172146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpP_Bsj2ouw/SCeEnoicUfI/AAAAAAAAACw/-00BvNGAh3g/s400/myart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6717898813698044654-380610775668878572?l=myartisticworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CrazyWorldOfArt/~4/jKA9YsBFAr4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CrazyWorldOfArt/~3/jKA9YsBFAr4/my-art-my-world.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Uma)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XpP_Bsj2ouw/SCeEnoicUfI/AAAAAAAAACw/-00BvNGAh3g/s72-c/myart.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myartisticworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-art-my-world.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717898813698044654.post-1110152189124369124</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 May 2008 23:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-04T21:57:43.110-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Stories</category><title>Crazy Cat</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Once there was an evil scientist. He tested his crazy experiments on animals to see if they worked. He was trying to make an invention that gave him super powers. Mostly each one his experiments failed. One day a cat ran into his lab. The scientist and his partner started chasing it. The scientist’s partner slipped and knocked over a bookcase full of chemicals. One of the chemicals fell on the cat. The scientist’s lab was a mess, it was because of the cat, and so the scientist kicked it out. That was a mistake because the chemical that had spilled on the cat was the scientist’s new chemical that he was sure gave people super powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chemical that spilled on the cat actually worked. The cat didn’t realize that it had super powers until he went home to his alley. Suddenly, he could talk. He wanted to know what other powers he had. So he started playing around with them. The cat had many kinds of powers. He could fly, talk, run at lightning speed and he could jump as high as a 40-story building. The cat was walking along when suddenly a human spotted him. The human took him home and named him “Gilbert”. One day, the human was playing with Gilbert when suddenly the cat chased a ball of yarn at lightning speed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then that the human realized the power that Gilbert had. The human’s name was “Maxine”. Maxine started making posters telling everybody about the new super cat. She decided to make the cat’s super name as Crazy Cat. Soon everybody knew about Crazy Cat. Whenever there was trouble, everyone knew that there was one person they could always trust (only one cat in this case).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the scientist discovered that Crazy Cat was the same cat that got spilled on in his lab. He decided to hunt the cat down and turn him back to normal. That way he could repeat the same experiment and get the super powers like the cat. Then he would become the town’s new super hero and everyone could depend on him to save them. He soon found out that Maxine, his daughter’s best friend, kept Crazy Cat. He told his daughter to get Maxine to give her cat to him. His daughter refused. That meant that the scientist had to track down Crazy Cat by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started hunting for Crazy Cat the next day. He was able to find Crazy Cat very easily, because Crazy Cat was almost always on top of a building with a picture of a smiling man on it. When the scientist tried to catch Crazy Cat, it flew away and the scientist almost fell off the building. The cat was tricky to get, but the scientist finally caught it somehow and put him in a cage. After the scientist took Crazy Cat to his lab, he put the cage down and went to build something to turn the cat back to normal. He obviously didn’t succeed because Crazy Cat used his claws to cut a hole in the cage and flew out. Crazy Cat flew to the sheriff’s station and told them about the scientist. Crazy Cat and the sheriff came to the scientist’s lab before he could finish his invention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scientist went to jail for 50 years, Maxine got her cat back and Crazy Cat continued to save the city. Everything was back to the way it was before. The people of the city continued to live their happy lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!!! THE END !!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6717898813698044654-1110152189124369124?l=myartisticworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CrazyWorldOfArt/~4/zX0i0vfuOLo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CrazyWorldOfArt/~3/zX0i0vfuOLo/crazy-cat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Uma)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myartisticworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/crazy-cat.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6717898813698044654.post-1641434379192918564</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 May 2008 23:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-04T21:57:43.111-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Stories</category><title>The Great Jewel Theft</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a stormy Saturday night, my first time as an investigator. I just got my first case, but wait, I’m getting ahead of myself, my name is Fresly Wallkenson. I am 18 years old. So where was I, oh right, about the case, It was a jewel theft. This was what happened: It was a very sunny day and I was at the park with my best friend, Robert Buckle. I spotted a lady who was walking along the trail. Suddenly, two men in black and white suits jumped out from behind a tree and snatched her precious emerald necklace, her ruby ring and her purse. Then, one guy tumbled over a stone and dropped out a sack. He didn’t realize that he dropped the sack, so I went over and investigated what was inside it. Inside the sack, I found lots of tiny jewels. There were rubies, diamonds, emeralds and sapphires. Later I found the lady who had been robbed by the men and told her that I could catch them. She trusted me and said that I could be her investigator. Just then, Robert came over and asked what I was doing. I told him about the whole thing. Robert was very excited that I had found a job as an investigator. I told him that I would meet the lady at a place which I have never heard before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, at this new place, waiting for the lady. She came to the place at 8 o’ clock. She told me the place where the men might be hiding. I started looking for them the very next morning after breakfast. Finding their hideout was very easy, because they were hiding in a dark alley which is very common spot for robbers to hide. I guess they were out for the day because I couldn’t find them. I saw the purse, and the jewelry on top of the trash can in the alley and replaced them with decoys. The next day, I came there with police men and luckily the robbers were there and were captured. I returned the original jewelry and purse to the rightful owner, the lady and went home. I was really happy that I had completed my first mission successfully and can’t wait to get another one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The End&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6717898813698044654-1641434379192918564?l=myartisticworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CrazyWorldOfArt/~4/0fV6M_lH_7I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CrazyWorldOfArt/~3/0fV6M_lH_7I/great-jewel-theft.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Uma)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myartisticworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/great-jewel-theft.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

