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Never disappoint a person who cares about U.</description><link>http://vr1lounge.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-easy-to-convince.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hardik Patel)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660115705169560309.post-458685949277745712</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Sep 2008 00:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-13T06:16:02.668+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">My Dog</category><title>My doggy Goldie!</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Unw29S8Jnr3QMHYxyEcMCU-Lprs_UsCjGcyJUjE1M4D8DgIgXfgp7X215lNn4U8EgH_iaTIws10c_oqrI9OmHIduZ4ocJT2euETqJktQ7VPU4rrf2fAB4dSBoMrtKDjFR3mA8Xt8tvLy/s1600-h/270720081229.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img ad=&quot;true&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/3623/girl1ws0.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still love you......... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you hurt me&lt;br /&gt;When u know how much I love u&lt;br /&gt;Why do u leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;When u know how much I need you&lt;br /&gt;Why do I wait for you&lt;br /&gt;When I know the wait is gonna be so long&lt;br /&gt;Why do I expect happiness around you&lt;br /&gt;When I know this can never happen&lt;br /&gt;Why do I ever hurt you&lt;br /&gt;When I know this would bring me pain&lt;br /&gt;Why do I expect so much&lt;br /&gt;When I have nothing to return&lt;br /&gt;If love meant to be tears and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Why do we feel happy in love&lt;br /&gt;Why do we still cherish every moment&lt;br /&gt;That we have spent in love.&lt;br /&gt;I still love u no matter whatever pain it has caused&lt;br /&gt;Will always do the same, no matter w hat you have done . . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://vr1lounge.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-still-love-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hardik Patel)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660115705169560309.post-3154230295180098</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Mar 2008 11:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-11T22:57:10.587+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Good Sayings</category><title>The greatest pain in life is not to die</title><description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://dl9.glitter-graphics.net/pub/970/970539pb6vq1g8st.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://dl9.glitter-graphics.net/pub/970/970539pb6vq1g8st.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#990000;&quot;&gt;The greatest pain in life is not to die, but to be ignored.&lt;br /&gt;To lose the person you love so much to another who doesn&#39;t care at all.&lt;br /&gt;To have someone you care so about so much throw a party...&lt;br /&gt;and not tell you about it.&lt;br /&gt;When your favorite person on earth neglects to invite you to his graduation.&lt;br /&gt;To have people think that you don&#39;t care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest pain in life, is not to die, but to be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;To be left in the dust after another&#39;s great achievement.&lt;br /&gt;To never get a call from a friend, just saying &quot;hi&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;When you show someone your innermost thoughts and they laugh in your face.&lt;br /&gt;For friends to always be too busy to console you when you need someone to lift your spirits.&lt;br /&gt;When it seems like the only person who cares about you, is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of pain, but does it ever get better?&lt;br /&gt;Will people ever care about each other, and make time for those who are in need?&lt;br /&gt;Each of us has a part to play in this great show we call life.&lt;br /&gt;Each of us has a duty to mankind to tell our friends we love them.&lt;br /&gt;If you do not care about your friends you will not be punished.&lt;br /&gt;You will simply be ignored... forgotten... as you have done to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem was written by a young girl who committed suicide.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps if the people surrounding her had shown a little more&lt;br /&gt;love, and had paid more attention to her, her death could have been prevented.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that when going through life, you can&#39;t judge a sad, lonely, or&lt;br /&gt;suicidal person by their facial expression. You need to get to know&lt;br /&gt;each person you come in contact with, cherish your friendship with them, and&lt;br /&gt;show them that you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all know I&#39;m always here for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://vr1lounge.blogspot.com/2008/03/greatest-pain-in-life-is-not-to-die-but.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hardik Patel)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660115705169560309.post-9010936849036779290</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Mar 2008 11:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-18T17:11:42.302+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tips</category><title>SMS language and Chat languages</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#006600&quot;&gt;Single letters can replace words. Examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single letters can replace words. Examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be becomes b&lt;br /&gt;see becomes c&lt;br /&gt;are becomes r&lt;br /&gt;you becomes u&lt;br /&gt;why becomes y&lt;br /&gt;in becomes n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single digits can replace words. Examples:&lt;br /&gt;ate becomes 8&lt;br /&gt;for becomes 4&lt;br /&gt;to or too becomes 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A single letter or digit can replace a syllable. Examples:&lt;br /&gt;ate becomes 8, so:&lt;br /&gt;activate becomes activ8&lt;br /&gt;great becomes GR8&lt;br /&gt;mate becomes m8&lt;br /&gt;later becomes l8r/l8a&lt;br /&gt;plates becomes pl8s&lt;br /&gt;skater becomes sk8r/sk8a&lt;br /&gt;for or Fore becomes 4, so:&lt;br /&gt;before becomes (combining both of the above) b4&lt;br /&gt;therefore becomes der4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are miscellaneous adaptations of characters. Examples:&lt;br /&gt;However, these are fairly uncommon for the pure reason that they take even longer to type than the originals for the average typist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ss becomes $&lt;br /&gt;oo becomes %&lt;br /&gt;&#39;-orr-&#39; becomes &#39;-oz&#39;&lt;br /&gt;For example, Sorry becomes Soz, and Tomorrow becomes Tomoz (further abbreviated to 2moz and later to 2mz).&lt;br /&gt;Combinations of the above can shorten a single or multiple words. Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your and you are both become ur&lt;br /&gt;Characters and punctuation are removed to shorten messages:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vowels are removed such that the sequence of consonants remain and the word is still recognisable.&lt;br /&gt;For example, between becomes btwn and &quot;yearbook&quot; becomes &quot;yrbk&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;Whole words may be omitted, especially articles.&lt;br /&gt;Punctuation may be removed; only question mark and exclamation marks are generally used. The space and capital letter is often omitted after a period.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;/&quot; signifies abbreviation, such as &quot;w/&quot; for &quot;with&quot; and &quot;s/t&quot; for &quot;something&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other transcriptions of slang or dialect terms can be used if shorter than the original words, as in cos (with fewer letters than because.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other text or txt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Sorry&quot; is &quot;Sry&quot; or &quot; soz&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Text&quot; is &quot;txt&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Talk to you later&quot; is &quot;ttyl&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Laugh out loud&quot; is &quot;lol&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Please&quot; is &quot;plz&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Forever&quot; is &quot;4eva&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I don&#39;t know&quot; is &quot;idk&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Homework&quot; is &quot;hw&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Rofl&quot; is &quot;rolling on floor laughing&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Roflmao&quot;&quot; is &quot;Rolling on floor, laughing my ass off&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Got to go&quot; is &quot;g2g&quot; or &quot;gtg&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;text back&quot; is &quot;tb&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;be right back&quot; is &quot;brb&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;i love you&quot; is ily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;hold on&quot; is &quot;h/o&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;whatever&quot; is &quot;w/e&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</description><link>http://vr1lounge.blogspot.com/2008/03/sms-language-and-chat-languages.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hardik Patel)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660115705169560309.post-5107362472339853893</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Dec 2007 09:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-09T15:26:47.841+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Touching Stories</category><title>SCARS OF LIFE</title><description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://img123.imageshack.us/img123/1570/02pw8.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://img123.imageshack.us/img123/1570/02pw8.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCARS OF LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some years ago, on a hot summer day in South Florida, a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house. In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out the back door, leaving behind shoes, socks, and shirt as he went. He flew into the water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, an alligator was swimming toward the shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His father, working in the yard, saw the two as they got closer and closer together. In utter fear, he ran toward the water, yelling to his son as loudly as he could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing his voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his father. It was too late. Just as he reached his father, the alligator reached him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the dock, the father grabbed his little boy by the arms just as the alligator snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war between the two. The alligator was much stronger than the father, but the father was much too passionate to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A farmer happened to drive by, heard his screams, raced from his truck, took aim and shot the alligator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy survived. His legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack of the animal. And, on his arms, were deep scratches where his father&#39;s fingernails dug into his flesh in his effort to hang on to the son he loved.&lt;br /&gt;The newspaper reporter, who interviewed the boy after the trauma, asked if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his pant legs. And then, with obvious pride, he said to the reporter, &#39;But look at my arms. I have great scars on my arms, too. I have them because my Dad wouldn&#39;t let go.&#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars, too. No, not from an alligator, but the scars of a painful past. Some of those scars are unsightly and have caused us deep regret. But, some wounds, my friend, are because God has refused to let go. In the midst of your struggle, He&#39;s been there holding on to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Scripture teaches that God loves you. You are a child of God. He wants to protect you and provide for you in every way but sometimes we foolishly wade into dangerous situations, not knowing what lies ahead. The swimming hole of life is filled with peril - and we forget that the enemy is waiting to attack. That&#39;s when the tug-of-war begins - and if you have the scars of His love on your arms, be very, very grateful. He did not and will not ever let you go. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://vr1lounge.blogspot.com/2007/12/scars-of-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hardik Patel)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660115705169560309.post-4208836070002632415</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Dec 2007 09:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-09T15:21:37.121+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Good Sayings</category><title>Every Single Tear</title><description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/7/7847rgr1muugeb.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/7/7847rgr1muugeb.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind these eyes,&lt;br /&gt;so many lies,&lt;br /&gt;so many unshed tears,&lt;br /&gt;so many wasted years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain beyond human control,&lt;br /&gt;tearing away at the edges of my soul,&lt;br /&gt;burning everything in it&#39;s path,&lt;br /&gt;burning my skin with it&#39;s fiery wrath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my hands and knees I fall apart,&lt;br /&gt;breaking through right to my heart,&lt;br /&gt;wandering these streets I am alone,&lt;br /&gt;turning heads, they&#39;ve never known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blindly disregarding how hard I&#39;ve tried,&lt;br /&gt;breaking away as I slowly died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I&#39;m bartering my soul,&lt;br /&gt;soon paying the toll,&lt;br /&gt;to tune my heart strings,&lt;br /&gt;as from the gallows they swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last thing I&#39;ll ever see; what I see before I die,&lt;br /&gt;is every single tear you&#39;ll ever cry&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://vr1lounge.blogspot.com/2007/12/every-single-tear.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hardik Patel)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660115705169560309.post-2487840849664931465</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Dec 2007 09:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-09T15:16:06.108+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Good Sayings</category><title>~ A Friend&#39;s Promise ~</title><description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://img339.imageshack.us/img339/9126/12094151970f4e463456oxf9.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://img339.imageshack.us/img339/9126/12094151970f4e463456oxf9.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#990000;&quot;&gt;I will walk with you and hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;When you have a bad day I will understand&lt;br /&gt;When the storms come as they often do&lt;br /&gt;Like the sun that always comes shining through&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will be right along side you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a rainbow that shines through the summer rain&lt;br /&gt;My love will surround you when you feel pain&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will never ever go away&lt;br /&gt;In your life I shall always want to stay&lt;br /&gt;In your yesterdays, tomorrows, and all your todays &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://vr1lounge.blogspot.com/2007/12/friends-promise.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hardik Patel)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660115705169560309.post-2100781700826131994</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Oct 2007 23:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-11T04:44:36.238+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sms Collection</category><title></title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6666;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;A life filled with love must have some thorns, but a life empty of love will never have roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://vr1lounge.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-filled-with-love-must-have-some.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hardik Patel)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660115705169560309.post-7006108337888224467</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Oct 2007 23:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-11T04:43:22.750+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sms Collection</category><title></title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000066;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God hides from us the things that we are not yet ready to receive. That is why when we try to get it ourselves, we end up with the second best.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://vr1lounge.blogspot.com/2007/10/god-hides-from-us-things-that-we-are.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hardik Patel)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660115705169560309.post-922852212075203314</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Oct 2007 23:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-11T04:42:31.044+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sms Collection</category><title></title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663300;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don&#39;t believe a word, a promise till it&#39;s done right before your eyes. But keep on believing, still a choice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://vr1lounge.blogspot.com/2007/10/dont-believe-word-promise-till-its-done.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hardik Patel)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660115705169560309.post-2003025306781423521</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Oct 2007 23:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-11T04:41:50.536+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sms Collection</category><title>Heavy rains</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#333300;&quot;&gt;Heavy rains remind me of challenges in life. Never ask for lighter rain, just a better umbrella.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;</description><link>http://vr1lounge.blogspot.com/2007/10/heavy-rains.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hardik Patel)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660115705169560309.post-990923187041343320</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Oct 2007 16:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-06T21:59:50.862+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sms Collection</category><title>ur life&#39;s like a burning candle</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#000099;&quot;&gt;If at any time, ur life&#39;s like a burning candle in the wind, then I&#39;ll put my hands around u so that all burns r mine n all light is urs!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</description><link>http://vr1lounge.blogspot.com/2007/10/ur-lifes-like-burning-candle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hardik Patel)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660115705169560309.post-7043433248742584088</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Oct 2007 16:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-06T21:59:01.783+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sms Collection</category><title>Night is longer</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Night is longer for those who DREAM andday is longer than night for those who make their DREAMS COME TRUE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://vr1lounge.blogspot.com/2007/10/night-is-longer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hardik Patel)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660115705169560309.post-3152101234972393722</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Oct 2007 16:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-06T21:58:09.895+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sms Collection</category><title>No one has travelled d road of success</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;color:#663333;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No one has travelled d road of success without ever crossing d streets of failure. GOD never promised us an easy journey in life, but only a safe arrival.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://vr1lounge.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-one-has-travelled-d-road-of-success.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hardik Patel)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660115705169560309.post-94636717640097067</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Sep 2007 13:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-17T18:33:57.157+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sms Collection</category><title>If you are prominent, you are envied</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In life, if you are intelligent, you are admired. If you are prominent, you are envied. If you are powerful, you are feared. But if you are blessed with a good heart, you are remembered.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://vr1lounge.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-you-are-prominent-you-are-envied.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hardik Patel)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660115705169560309.post-3567785806365457540</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Sep 2007 13:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-17T18:32:31.184+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sms Collection</category><title>Those who gaze at giants</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333300;&quot;&gt;Those who gaze at giants live like grasshoppers; those who gaze at God live like giants. God bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</description><link>http://vr1lounge.blogspot.com/2007/09/those-who-gaze-at-giants.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hardik Patel)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660115705169560309.post-2777939933656358474</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Sep 2007 13:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-17T18:31:52.073+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sms Collection</category><title>Do not ask the Lord</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#660000;&quot;&gt; Do not ask the Lord to guide your steps if you are not willing to move your feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</description><link>http://vr1lounge.blogspot.com/2007/09/do-not-ask-lord.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hardik Patel)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660115705169560309.post-2928288822240888511</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Sep 2007 12:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-17T18:33:19.214+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sms Collection</category><title>Measuring life by what others</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#006600;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Measuring life by what others do to you may disappoint you. But measuring life by what you do for others will add more meaning to your life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://vr1lounge.blogspot.com/2007/09/measuring-life-by-what-others.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hardik Patel)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660115705169560309.post-1501676374568809513</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Sep 2007 12:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-17T18:30:57.428+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sms Collection</category><title>A life filled with love</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A life filled with love must have some thorns, but a life empty of love will never have roses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://vr1lounge.blogspot.com/2007/09/life-filled-with-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hardik Patel)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660115705169560309.post-5143093691109261554</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Aug 2007 13:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-30T19:24:59.421+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sms Collection</category><title>Clever is when you believe</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#000066;&quot;&gt;Clever is when you believe only half of what you hear. Brilliant is when you know which half to believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</description><link>http://vr1lounge.blogspot.com/2007/08/clever-is-when-you-believe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hardik Patel)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660115705169560309.post-5225389165283744836</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Aug 2007 13:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-30T19:23:36.298+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sms Collection</category><title>Glory isn&#39;t how high you jump over others</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;color:#009900;&quot;&gt;Glory isn&#39;t how high you jump over others nor how fast you run to the finish line but it is how often you stop to help people you meet the way along in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</description><link>http://vr1lounge.blogspot.com/2007/08/glory-isnt-how-high-you-jump-over.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hardik Patel)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660115705169560309.post-5160602395111493643</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Aug 2007 13:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-25T19:23:08.905+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sms Collection</category><title>Life&#39;s a little ironic.</title><description>Life&#39;s a little ironic. We all want things to change, but once they do, we wonder why things can&#39;t go back to the way they were.</description><link>http://vr1lounge.blogspot.com/2007/08/lifes-little-ironic.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hardik Patel)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5660115705169560309.post-3062781775412706862</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Jun 2007 15:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-28T21:39:28.303+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Good Sayings</category><title>Principles of life</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;&quot;&gt;Principles of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winning isn&#39;t everything. But wanting to win is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You would achieve more, if you don&#39;t mind who gets the credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* When everything else is lost, the future stillremains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Don&#39;t fight too much. Or the enemy would know your art of war .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The only job you start at the top is when you dig a grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If you don&#39;t stand for something, you&#39;ll fall for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If you do little things well, you&#39;ll do big ones better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Only thing that comes to you without effort is old age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You won&#39;t get a second chance to make the first impression .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Only those who do nothing do not make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Never take a problem to your boss unless you have a solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If you are not failing you&#39;re not taking enough risks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Don&#39;t try to get rid of bad temper by losing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If at first you don&#39;t succeed, skydiving is not for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Those who don&#39;t make mistakes usually don&#39;t make anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* There are two kinds of failures. Those who think and never do, and those who do and never think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Pick battles big enough to matter, small enough to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* All progress has resulted from unpopular decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Change your thoughts and you change your world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Understanding proves intelligence, not the speed of the learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* There are two kinds of fools in this world. Those who give advise and those who don&#39;t take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The best way to kill an idea is to take it to a meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Management is doing things right. Leadership is doing the right things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Friendship founded on business is always better than business founded on friendship .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://vr1lounge.blogspot.com/2007/06/principles-of-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hardik Patel)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>