<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-5332461965718575904</id><updated>2020-02-29T05:54:28.210+06:00</updated><category term="Frnds dis is 4 u ..."/><title type='text'>Prince ™</title><subtitle type='html'>Just because you love somebody with everything you have, doesn’t mean they have to love you back.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453465403234578640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGOesmTyZKU/TaG7QAZqWqI/AAAAAAAAARA/EFiHol6LyZ4/s220/155423_1404985217796_1627370457_915964_3121309_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332461965718575904.post-3398473375866230560</id><published>2019-06-28T21:03:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2019-06-28T21:03:06.276+06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hardest Part Of Getting Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; 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font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;The hardest part of getting old,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Is dealing with regrets,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Accepting there&#39;s no going back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;One chance is all I get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Facing dreams that I once had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;That never did come true,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And knowing they can&#39;t be achieved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And there&#39;s nothing now to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Recalling choices that I made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;That clearly changed my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Times when I retreated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;When I should have stood to fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;People that I pushed away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Who only meant me well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;While holding on to other ones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Who made my life a hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Devoting all my energy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;To the work I did each day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;While investing little in myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;As my own life slipped away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Not working hard on friendships,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Or on a family of my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;So that now in this last stage of life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I find myself alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;If I had to do it all again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;It wouldn&#39;t be the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I&#39;d live my life more for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;My priorities would change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I would reach back more to others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Who had tried to pull me close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And cherish all those people,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Who had cared for me the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I would not accept hurt or abuse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;But demand love and respect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I&#39;d nurture those parts of myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;That I tended to neglect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I would hope to have at least one child,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Who I&#39;d teach and guide through life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Who would hopefully look up to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And treasure my advice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I would still find time to do my work,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;One thing of which I&#39;m proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;It was my years in social work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;That were my most profound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;But as for all the time I lost,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And the things that I can&#39;t change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I have to let it go for good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And focus on the time that now remains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;For there are no second chances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;This is the life I made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;But I pray that by my being here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I&#39;ve made a difference in some way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/feeds/3398473375866230560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2019/06/the-hardest-part-of-getting-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/3398473375866230560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/3398473375866230560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2019/06/the-hardest-part-of-getting-old.html' title='The Hardest Part Of Getting Old'/><author><name>Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453465403234578640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGOesmTyZKU/TaG7QAZqWqI/AAAAAAAAARA/EFiHol6LyZ4/s220/155423_1404985217796_1627370457_915964_3121309_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vJsdSCR4zGU/XRYr5kA-mqI/AAAAAAAAAoU/2sFcOYM_OtsAnJ4M7ZyItZvODAzMC9g0ACLcBGAs/s72-c/regrets-dying_mirror2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332461965718575904.post-3998363217002112332</id><published>2019-06-28T20:58:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2019-06-28T20:58:20.346+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Words Unsaid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHxtCicKs0Q/XRYq_F5qHOI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ZyLjdXrPaKgWX85N75pSNtwucIWziYVDgCLcBGAs/s1600/maxresdefault.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;720&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1280&quot; height=&quot;180&quot; src=&quot;https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHxtCicKs0Q/XRYq_F5qHOI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ZyLjdXrPaKgWX85N75pSNtwucIWziYVDgCLcBGAs/s320/maxresdefault.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;Regretting the moments I took for granted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Moments when I was eaten by pride and hatred.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;What if I had told you what I feel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Would it change my life&#39;s wheel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I was so afraid to fall in love deeply,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;For mending a broken heart will never be easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I have been rotting in that hell before,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And I don&#39;t want to be there anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;But why is my heart crying in pain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Why do I feel that my life&#39;s turning so plain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Should I have told you that I love you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Should I have showed you that it&#39;s true?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;They say some words are better left unsaid,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Emotions should be kept till they fade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;No, scratch all the cowardice and negativity,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Because saying what you feel is the real bravery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;So what if you won&#39;t love me back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;At least there will be no what if&#39;s in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;But it&#39;s too late for me to realize this fact,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&#39;Cause now you&#39;re gone and you&#39;ll never be mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/feeds/3998363217002112332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2019/06/words-unsaid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/3998363217002112332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/3998363217002112332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2019/06/words-unsaid.html' title='Words Unsaid'/><author><name>Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453465403234578640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGOesmTyZKU/TaG7QAZqWqI/AAAAAAAAARA/EFiHol6LyZ4/s220/155423_1404985217796_1627370457_915964_3121309_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHxtCicKs0Q/XRYq_F5qHOI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ZyLjdXrPaKgWX85N75pSNtwucIWziYVDgCLcBGAs/s72-c/maxresdefault.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332461965718575904.post-5089774639605915365</id><published>2019-06-28T20:54:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2019-06-28T20:54:28.724+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Through My Brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gD3wzJVeUHk/XRYqGxNaTlI/AAAAAAAAAn4/3jlDjvNSR0IsDgH7t32drmEQwsQ1Yf4egCLcBGAs/s1600/download.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;178&quot; data-original-width=&quot;282&quot; src=&quot;https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gD3wzJVeUHk/XRYqGxNaTlI/AAAAAAAAAn4/3jlDjvNSR0IsDgH7t32drmEQwsQ1Yf4egCLcBGAs/s1600/download.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;The memories keep flooding back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;But not one by one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s never that easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Each of them, chained up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;A mosaic of brokenness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Squeezing through my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Their sharp, crooked edges&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Scraping against the walls of my brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Each one, different in shape,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;But familiar in pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;They scratch against my innocence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Scarred.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Something that can never be taken back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Never to heal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And when a shred of light or happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Begins to dance through my brain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;It cannot help but notice the scars around each corner,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Waiting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Grinning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;A constant reminder,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;An annoying linger and itch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Never to go away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/feeds/5089774639605915365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2019/06/dance-through-my-brain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/5089774639605915365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/5089774639605915365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2019/06/dance-through-my-brain.html' title='Dance Through My Brain'/><author><name>Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453465403234578640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGOesmTyZKU/TaG7QAZqWqI/AAAAAAAAARA/EFiHol6LyZ4/s220/155423_1404985217796_1627370457_915964_3121309_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gD3wzJVeUHk/XRYqGxNaTlI/AAAAAAAAAn4/3jlDjvNSR0IsDgH7t32drmEQwsQ1Yf4egCLcBGAs/s72-c/download.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332461965718575904.post-2308916619692459185</id><published>2019-06-28T20:49:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2019-06-28T20:49:44.067+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone In My Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FKDL9winIXk/XRYo0MENwmI/AAAAAAAAAns/f0tyUk-TIZEWIuP2eKZ9LAPRYHdDvRA2QCLcBGAs/s1600/despair.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;798&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1280&quot; height=&quot;249&quot; src=&quot;https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FKDL9winIXk/XRYo0MENwmI/AAAAAAAAAns/f0tyUk-TIZEWIuP2eKZ9LAPRYHdDvRA2QCLcBGAs/s400/despair.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;Alone in my head,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m feeling so low,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;You wont understand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;No one can know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;My eyes are so tired,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I can&#39;t sleep at night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Your face haunts my dreams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;When I turn out the light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;It happened so suddenly,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;It happened so fast,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I knew all at once,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;That none of this would last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Was I just a game?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Was this all just for fun?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Did my feelings matter,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;To anyone?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&quot;This didn&#39;t mean anything&quot;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;That&#39;s what you said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;As I was so shamefully,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Getting up from your bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I held my head high,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;As I walked by your side,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Tears welling up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I was dying inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Weeks have passed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Keeping secrets, telling lies,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t&amp;nbsp; have the strength,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;To look either of them in the eyes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;My heart has been broken,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Not once, but twice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Once by my best friend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Once by the love of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Deep down inside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I know it&#39;s my fault,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;So I&#39;m just going to lock it,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Away in my vault.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Sometimes I still think of you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;When I&#39;m lying in bed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Still all alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Inside of my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/feeds/2308916619692459185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2019/06/alone-in-my-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/2308916619692459185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/2308916619692459185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2019/06/alone-in-my-head.html' title='Alone In My Head'/><author><name>Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453465403234578640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGOesmTyZKU/TaG7QAZqWqI/AAAAAAAAARA/EFiHol6LyZ4/s220/155423_1404985217796_1627370457_915964_3121309_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FKDL9winIXk/XRYo0MENwmI/AAAAAAAAAns/f0tyUk-TIZEWIuP2eKZ9LAPRYHdDvRA2QCLcBGAs/s72-c/despair.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332461965718575904.post-68231845305683708</id><published>2019-06-28T20:41:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2019-06-28T20:41:38.940+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WYqL5zpZPp0/XRYnCQfUFBI/AAAAAAAAAng/vvq574OQ3s0iuQCiyCCAIzH-J86lGdQJQCLcBGAs/s1600/67501-gettyimages-978249378-francescoch.1200w.tn.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;627&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1200&quot; height=&quot;332&quot; src=&quot;https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WYqL5zpZPp0/XRYnCQfUFBI/AAAAAAAAAng/vvq574OQ3s0iuQCiyCCAIzH-J86lGdQJQCLcBGAs/s640/67501-gettyimages-978249378-francescoch.1200w.tn.jpg&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;When I was born, I was dying for warmth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;And as I grew, I was dying again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Dying for affection, for love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I was dying simply for a friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Though I got all of these,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I was always dying for more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Dying to get older,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Dying to escape life&#39;s pause.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I was dying to find someone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Dying to settle down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Dying to be happier,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;To have someone to wrap around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I continued dying every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Until I hit 99 and grew weak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I was dying to see my family,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Dying not to fade; this I began to seek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And then I saw it in that light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I was finally dying for something to give,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And I knew that I had been dying for so long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;That I forgot how to live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/feeds/68231845305683708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2019/06/death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/68231845305683708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/68231845305683708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2019/06/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453465403234578640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGOesmTyZKU/TaG7QAZqWqI/AAAAAAAAARA/EFiHol6LyZ4/s220/155423_1404985217796_1627370457_915964_3121309_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WYqL5zpZPp0/XRYnCQfUFBI/AAAAAAAAAng/vvq574OQ3s0iuQCiyCCAIzH-J86lGdQJQCLcBGAs/s72-c/67501-gettyimages-978249378-francescoch.1200w.tn.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332461965718575904.post-6739973129521685433</id><published>2019-06-28T20:38:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2019-06-28T20:38:41.404+06:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Quit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; 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vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;When You Quit&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;When time runs out and your heart needs to say so much more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;But the heart that should hear it is gone now forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And you are left with a raw nagging sore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Then reach for your paper, your pen and your candle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And write though your heart it would burst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;No fears now restrain you; no judgment; no mock;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Write of your best, of your worst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;When your soul is then drained of its deepest regret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Then hold your true paper to the candle&#39;s clear flame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;That thought-laden smoke might reach to that heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Nunito, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;And ashes, a symbol of love, yet remain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/feeds/6739973129521685433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2019/06/when-you-quit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/6739973129521685433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/6739973129521685433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2019/06/when-you-quit.html' title='When You Quit'/><author><name>Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453465403234578640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGOesmTyZKU/TaG7QAZqWqI/AAAAAAAAARA/EFiHol6LyZ4/s220/155423_1404985217796_1627370457_915964_3121309_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NhxtsXFyGgI/XRYmXP2AAFI/AAAAAAAAAnY/oBDcusTIo1wL6R7n8g2X5qyPW5ZDis_vgCLcBGAs/s72-c/download.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332461965718575904.post-8864918663453328928</id><published>2019-06-28T20:30:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2019-06-28T20:30:27.628+06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cry From The Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; 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text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;A Cry From The Soul&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;Trapped with nowhere to turn, life is changing beyond my control, causing this deep ache in the bottom of my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;Someone else is pulling the strings, oh to fly, oh for wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Escape, I want to dig my self out, filled with despair, filled with doubt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Mute not able to express, this gnawing pain and feeling of relentless distress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Tears that is not visible to the naked eye, silent screams that no one can hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I try to speak but nothing can express, this feeling of sadness and worthlessness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Emotional pain, walks with me through the day, and sleeps with me through the night, leaving me depletes with no strength to fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Anger for not having the courage to turn things around, keeping me anchored to this remorse, not able to untie the chains and change my course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;False pride rules supreme, always there to whisper in my ear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Time, wasted and badly spent, lots of hurt, lots to repent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Solace, please come and calm my soul, for this is what I need to make me whole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Empathy, what I need is for someone to see, someone to see the real me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Love with no strings, just giving generously among&amp;nbsp;other things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Words, when used as a weapon can cut like a knife, capable of doing so much damage and take the joy out of life, but softly spoken and softly expressed can bring so much happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/feeds/8864918663453328928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2019/06/a-cry-from-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/8864918663453328928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/8864918663453328928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2019/06/a-cry-from-soul.html' title='A Cry From The Soul'/><author><name>Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453465403234578640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGOesmTyZKU/TaG7QAZqWqI/AAAAAAAAARA/EFiHol6LyZ4/s220/155423_1404985217796_1627370457_915964_3121309_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BL3npHFPJ6s/XRYkL9AUhjI/AAAAAAAAAnM/TBDIsBKe0ZwSWn_NONWzqGz-lX5iDa5dwCLcBGAs/s72-c/1988958-HFYBNBBO-6.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332461965718575904.post-8176691577513249521</id><published>2019-06-28T20:23:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2019-06-28T20:25:00.915+06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXJA9D3-skw/XRYivZo-c6I/AAAAAAAAAnA/S5yjoh2D7X0v2xmL34kpCzoCVMuMoFbegCLcBGAs/s1600/rs%253Dw_600%252Ch_600.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: aleo, georgia, serif; font-size: 2rem; font-weight: inherit; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;600&quot; data-original-width=&quot;494&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXJA9D3-skw/XRYivZo-c6I/AAAAAAAAAnA/S5yjoh2D7X0v2xmL34kpCzoCVMuMoFbegCLcBGAs/s320/rs%253Dw_600%252Ch_600.jpg&quot; width=&quot;263&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 class=&quot;entry-title fn&quot; itemprop=&quot;name&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; border: 0px; clear: left; color: #333333; font-family: Aleo, Georgia, serif; font-size: 2rem; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.0625; margin: 0px 0px 0.75rem; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;My Angel&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;These words don&#39;t come easy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;but they are things that I must say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;See, I don&#39;t think I ever told you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;that I wished you would stay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;I know it&#39;s not much use now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;and that&#39;s what hurts the most,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;because without you down here,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;my now angel, all of us are lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m sure I didn&#39;t say it enough,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;the words &quot;I love you,&quot; I mean,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;and that&#39;s my biggest regret in life,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;since now you&#39;re nowhere to be seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;I really hope you hear my prayer,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;as I beg for your forgiveness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;See, I never meant to cause you pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;and all that grief and sadness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/feeds/8176691577513249521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2019/06/my-angel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/8176691577513249521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/8176691577513249521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2019/06/my-angel.html' title='My Angel'/><author><name>Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453465403234578640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGOesmTyZKU/TaG7QAZqWqI/AAAAAAAAARA/EFiHol6LyZ4/s220/155423_1404985217796_1627370457_915964_3121309_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXJA9D3-skw/XRYivZo-c6I/AAAAAAAAAnA/S5yjoh2D7X0v2xmL34kpCzoCVMuMoFbegCLcBGAs/s72-c/rs%253Dw_600%252Ch_600.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332461965718575904.post-7017355548084525752</id><published>2019-06-28T20:17:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2019-06-28T20:19:18.768+06:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Could Go Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1oqt02PsvaQ/XRYhaSn3TiI/AAAAAAAAAm0/l8ackckLJhYWoFCj3kmREurAqnVwxL_MgCLcBGAs/s1600/back-in-time-1-750x422.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;422&quot; data-original-width=&quot;750&quot; height=&quot;180&quot; src=&quot;https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1oqt02PsvaQ/XRYhaSn3TiI/AAAAAAAAAm0/l8ackckLJhYWoFCj3kmREurAqnVwxL_MgCLcBGAs/s320/back-in-time-1-750x422.png&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 class=&quot;entry-title fn&quot; itemprop=&quot;name&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; border: 0px; clear: left; color: #333333; font-family: Aleo, Georgia, serif; font-size: 2rem; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.0625; margin: 0px 0px 0.75rem; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;If I Could Go Back&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;For every time that I broke down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;There was a fake smile to cover the frown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I hide behind lies when things got tough&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Forced myself to think it was enough&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;My tears were masked by the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Unseen by all, alone with my pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Each night was a cover to hide my cries&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;To keep from showing all these lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;If I could go back, I&#39;d change it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Stop myself from starting to fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Consumed by hatred, I lost all sight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I knew what was wrong but it felt so right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I couldn&#39;t live without the pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Or the anger pulsing through my vein&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Each truth a lie I learned to hold&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;While watching each one start to unfold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;If I could go back, all that would change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;These diamond lies wouldn&#39;t seem so strange&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I&#39;d undo my lies and make them true&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Hold on tightly to all that I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Forget the bad, and think of only each day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And what&#39;s to come, without dismay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I&#39;d forget that I cried those tears&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Remember only every one of my fears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I&#39;d try to be everything that I lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Before I fell, remember the cost&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Hope for the best, and try to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;All that died when I lost me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I&#39;d turn back time to redo all this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And relive the life I almost missed&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Only if I could turn it back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I&#39;d find everything that I started to lack&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;No longer would fake smiles appear&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;They&#39;d be true with nothing to fear&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;It&#39;d be as though it was a dream&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;That came one night to make it seem&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;As though this was really true&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;But now there&#39;s only one thing I must do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Go back in time and erase this pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Wash it away on rivers of rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;All this could happen if I went back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;nunito&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And once again in my life, I&#39;d be on the right track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/feeds/7017355548084525752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2019/06/if-i-could-go-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/7017355548084525752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/7017355548084525752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2019/06/if-i-could-go-back.html' title='If I Could Go Back'/><author><name>Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453465403234578640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGOesmTyZKU/TaG7QAZqWqI/AAAAAAAAARA/EFiHol6LyZ4/s220/155423_1404985217796_1627370457_915964_3121309_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1oqt02PsvaQ/XRYhaSn3TiI/AAAAAAAAAm0/l8ackckLJhYWoFCj3kmREurAqnVwxL_MgCLcBGAs/s72-c/back-in-time-1-750x422.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332461965718575904.post-2549140767153351794</id><published>2013-07-13T06:09:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2013-07-13T06:09:11.189+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scared To Tell You </title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bOMCDsnSDWM/UeCalH5uQQI/AAAAAAAAAhY/jMA0M2l6RtA/s1600/13769173684534063583274.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bOMCDsnSDWM/UeCalH5uQQI/AAAAAAAAAhY/jMA0M2l6RtA/s1600/13769173684534063583274.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I&#39;m scared of not missing you anymore, I&#39;m scared to live that day.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m scared my mind will erase the memory of the day you went away.&lt;br /&gt;I put a lot of trust in you, you said that you were different.&lt;br /&gt;Your intellect was beyond the hood, but I guess not far enough to miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should&#39;ve told you that I&#39;m really sensitive, though I try to act like I don&#39;t mind, that night I still relive.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m ashamed because I know I love you way more than you like me, &lt;br /&gt;and that I cry for you when you&#39;re not here so much that I can&#39;t see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This headache just won&#39;t go away its been here since you left.&lt;br /&gt;Though loud yet meek, though screaming yet bleak, this loss truly feels like death.&lt;br /&gt;I pray you don&#39;t feel these words are a stretch because we&#39;ve shared limited time, &lt;br /&gt;or that I&#39;m completely insane for tatting your name, assuring I&#39;ve lost my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the truth is that you are for me, and I&#39;ve known it since we met.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we fought, loved, broken up, but there&#39;s something you just have to get.&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t want anyone else baby doll, I don&#39;t want another man.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ll build you up and give you my heart to cradle in your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I am attached baby, and dangerously its true.&lt;br /&gt;That I want to offer my body and soul as a sacrifice to you.&lt;br /&gt;I pray you never leave my side though physical I can take, &lt;br /&gt;but mentally please stay awhile and never leave this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;365 days is the longest fight I feel I&#39;ve already been beat. &lt;br /&gt;That waiting is indeed the hardest game and I&#39;ve just succumbed to defeat.&lt;br /&gt;Terell aka my babe that definitely is what you are.&lt;br /&gt;Though unspoken yet chanted, and rough yet romantic, this love was written in the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t know what you feel inside, or if this load you can carry.&lt;br /&gt;If once you&#39;re out you&#39;ll go buck wild or settle down and marry.&lt;br /&gt;I feel we&#39;ll be getting to know each other more so here than before, &lt;br /&gt;so open and let me in because it&#39;s you that I adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fate of this relationship is exclusively up to you, ill be holding down my end until my biggest dream comes true-&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; 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style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;h1 class=&quot;firstHeading&quot; itemprop=&quot;name&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.wikihow.com/Overcome-Failure&quot; itemprop=&quot;url&quot;&gt;How to Overcome Failure&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;ol class=&quot;steps_list_2&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b class=&quot;whb&quot;&gt;Expect mistakes&lt;/b&gt; : Life&#39;s hard knocks are as common as life&#39;s success knocks. To expect  the process of living to always be smooth sailing is to invite a lack of  realism into your life. It happens to the best of us. Failure helps to create balance in your life  and presents an opportunity for personal growth. Accepting the  inevitability that things won&#39;t always go your way is an important part  of avoiding becoming bitter and twisted, or of preventing yourself from  simply resting on your laurels and never pushing further to realize your  full potential. &lt;div class=&quot;wh_ad&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;wh_ad_inner adunit0&quot;&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;border: none; display: inline-table; height: 60px; margin: 0; padding: 0; position: relative; visibility: visible; width: 468px;&quot;&gt;&lt;ins id=&quot;aswift_1_anchor&quot; style=&quot;border: none; display: block; height: 60px; margin: 0; padding: 0; position: relative; visibility: visible; width: 468px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to love finding out that you&#39;re wrong about something. That&#39;s  not failure; it&#39;s enlightenment and the path to finding the right way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Control perfectionism  if this behavioral trait is holding you back in life. Perfectionism  causes us to fear failure and to feel we&#39;re personally a failure when  we&#39;re faced with it. Seeking to always be perfect sows our own seeds of disappointment. Trying and failing is a much better teacher of what it means to be human than never trying and never succeeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b class=&quot;whb&quot;&gt;Remind yourself that you are good enough&lt;/b&gt; : Leo Babauta suggests that not believing we are good enough rests at the heart of fearing failure.  Failures serve as proof of this greatest fear, causing us to want to  withdraw and not try again for fear of being further exposed as  inadequate and incapable. However, this fear is not founded in reality;  nobody is perfect and everyone will err at various points in life. The  real difference between people who become successful and overcome  failure and those who do not comes down to how you manage failure and  how you view its impact on you. Feeling inadequate is a commonplace  human feeling that even very public, very successful people feel but  they don&#39;t let it keep them down. You are good enough; all you need is  to give yourself the go-ahead to keep trying.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Remain calm&lt;/b&gt; : Whatever you&#39;re feeling about a failure, don&#39;t lose your composure over it. Look at it this way – it won&#39;t make any difference to the outcome itself whether you blow your top or stay calm but it will take a lot less energy and maintain your reputation if you choose the latter response. If you&#39;re really frustrated and angry, channel these emotions to motivate you to start again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don&#39;t take your anger out on others.  It&#39;s not good to bottle up feelings, but you can&#39;t go around taking out  your anger on those around you for no good reason. Go for a run, a  swim, or a boxing session to relieve tension and give you space to  think. Just do something focused and energized to distract yourself from  the initial intense feelings until they calm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take your time.  People don&#39;t usually recover from a large failure overnight. It takes  time for the emotions to heal. That doesn&#39;t mean you&#39;re entitled to mope  though. This time is better spent going over how to do it better next  time and building up your resilience.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b class=&quot;whb&quot;&gt;Forget about how other people view you&lt;/b&gt; : Not only will any very obvious failure soon be yesterday&#39;s news, but if you think other people are judging  you (and maybe they are, maybe they aren&#39;t), it won&#39;t be long before  they&#39;re too busy worrying about their own failures to sling mud at  yours. After all, everyone&#39;s going to fail now and then; inflicting  gloating on someone else has a way of boomeranging right back, a reality  which serves as a natural form of tapering off constant criticism.  And ultimately, what&#39;s it matter what the critics think? Most of the  time they haven&#39;t a clue what effort has gone into what you&#39;ve done and  what you&#39;re trying to achieve – it&#39;s all too easy to be an expert critic  without being privy to the inside information. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Allow each failure to serve as an opportunity to strengthen your  determination in the face of criticism. This is a far more positive and  self-sustaining response than giving in to believing the often nasty and  thoughtless things other people can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shift out of your head space&lt;/b&gt; : All of the negativity is in your head. The reality is that you will recover. And the bonus is that you will gain knowledge, insight, and experience – wisdom that only those who tried something can lay claim to. Step outside of your personal negative sphere and reach out to the people around you who care about you; enjoy their company and learn about how other people cope with failures instead of simply focusing on yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visualize each failure as a stepping stone to a stronger, more resilient self. Treat each failure as a gift of learning what not to do in the future.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Respect the humility that comes with failure. Too much success can sometimes lead us astray and cause us to grow an unwarranted sense of being infallible and feeling superior to others. Failure can knock the stuffing out of such unrealistic self-aggrandizement and help set you back on the right course.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b class=&quot;whb&quot;&gt;Stop worrying, start laughing&lt;/b&gt; : Yes, the sun will come up again tomorrow. Yes, things might be  miserable for a little while but how will worrying help? Think back to a  time when you worried a lot. Did it make any difference? Most likely  not, apart from giving you more wrinkles and gray hair. The greatest  thing you can do for yourself during failure is to inject humor  into your reflection of what happened. While there will be a period in  which you feel especially tender, being able to laugh at yourself for  mistakes can be an important part of the healing process, readying you  for moving on again. Being able to say &quot;Oh I did that, ha, ha, such a  way to stuff up, ha, ha!&quot; is part of putting failure into perspective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be very careful that you don&#39;t take on other people&#39;s mistakes or circumstances as being &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; failure. Humor is one way of telling you that you don&#39;t need to carry  the world on your shoulders and that sometimes, things just happen, no  matter what you do or do not do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b class=&quot;whb&quot;&gt;Review what your failure has taught you&lt;/b&gt; : There are always things to  take away from a failure, to inform your future direction. It might also  be the case that you have made the failure seem worse than it is;  partial failure is also partial success and if you can draw out what was  successful and build on that, the sense of having failed lessens.  Sociologist Hugh Mackay believes that we don&#39;t value failure in the way  we ought to. Stating that failure is often interpreted as a sign of  personal inadequacy, he says that this denies its vital role as part of  the process of maturation &lt;i&gt;throughout&lt;/i&gt; life.In other words, the learning never stops and the lessons include: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Failure can help you discover your best self. Failure is a signal that you&#39;re willing to press on and discover new talents and the edge of your existing ones; reaching beyond what you know into what you don&#39;t know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Failure is about mastery. It&#39;s easy to flip from one new thing to  another and be a Jack or Jill of many skills but a master or mistress of  none. It&#39;s much, much harder to have the patience to master one thing  really well and to do it with precision and exactitude. And to master something, one must fail at it, a lot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Failure teaches you about will-power, persistence, self-discipline, and the value of hard work. One of the signs of living in fear of failure is distraction. When you allow distraction  to overtake your life, you&#39;re comforted that your distractions can hide  your potential to fail. Ironically, distracting yourself is a failure  in its own right – a failure to take the time to keep trying, to  continue toward perfecting whatever you&#39;re learning to do or seeking to  become. Ultimately, failure teaches you the value of persistence and  hard work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b class=&quot;whb&quot;&gt;Stay in the present&lt;/b&gt; :  Fear of failure is a future projection of worry and a reliance on what  happened in the past. If you&#39;re stuck in this kind of thinking, you&#39;re  living life according to what &lt;i&gt;might&lt;/i&gt; happen. Author Leo Babauta suggests that the response needed here is to &lt;i&gt;&quot;just do it, now, in the moment... bring yourself back in the moment and focus on what you&#39;re doing right at this moment.&quot;&lt;/i&gt; By remaining in the present, you stay focused on the potential of now and allow your creativity,  smarts, and innovative drive to bloom. Past failures are foundational  lessons for better understandings in the present and an improved sense  of living now; the future is created through your commitment to the  present rather than your present being lead by your fear of tomorrow&#39;s  possible losses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Embrace fear.  Failure can only keep you down if you continue to fear it. Embrace the  fear and you release yourself from its control. Allowing fear to control  you renders you vulnerable to being controlled. Unchecked fear can  cause you to let others make decisions for you in life; while that may  be a recipe for not taking responsibility  when things go wrong, it can also mean you lose your sense of  creativity, innovation, and even your sense of self. Help show people  it&#39;s not only fine to fail but healthy to break this fear!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b class=&quot;whb&quot;&gt;Allow yourself to fail on purpose&lt;/b&gt; : Personal development guru Steve Pavlina recommends failing on purpose.He suggests that it is a good thing to set out to do something that you  know will fail provided it won&#39;t harm others or have long-term negative  consequences. He recommends learning something in which you have no  talent, trying something beyond your skills set and asking for something  when you know the answer will be no (such as a raise, promotion, etc.  From doing this, Steve believes that you&#39;ll experience more benefits  than losses, such as learning how to handle failure, how to extract key  issues, knowing your limits, and unearthing the value of partial  success.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b class=&quot;whb&quot;&gt;Focus on trying again&lt;/b&gt; : Dale Carnegie once said that it was essential to &lt;i&gt;&quot;develop success from failures. Discouragement and failure are two of the surest stepping stones to success.&quot;&lt;/i&gt; Persistence is the source of success for the majority of people on this  planet. Overnight successes are rare; they are usually people who have  been trying and failing and trying again many times over. Successful ad  man Siimon Reynolds believes that lack of persistence  is a major reason as to why people fail; giving up too soon means that  you&#39;ll never know whether what you&#39;re seeking to do or be was achievable  and he says that this is the case for &quot;the majority of people&quot;! &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don&#39;t confuse lack of persistence with a goal that&#39;s not possible to  achieve; most times it&#39;s the lack of persistence and not the goal  that&#39;s the problem. Naturally, doing things the exact same way that lead  to failure is not the answer; instead, focus on the goal and take the  lessons from what didn&#39;t work to show you how you can find new, improved  ways to reach your goal this time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b class=&quot;whb&quot;&gt;Grow&lt;/b&gt; : Popular motivational coach Anthony Robbins says that we don&#39;t just grow for ourselves – we grow so that we can contribute well beyond ourselves.  This is an important thing to remember when you&#39;re proceeding through  failures. Your experiences are available for others to learn from if  you&#39;re willing to share them, as well as being willing to share with  others how you pushed beyond failure into a more fruitful and fulfilling  outcome, and even what happened when you couldn&#39;t overcome the failure.  This helps everyone become more understanding and accepting of the role  of failure in success-driven societies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class=&quot;steps_li final_li&quot;&gt;&lt;b class=&quot;whb&quot;&gt;Ditch boredom and live large&lt;/b&gt; : Failure is the flipside of success and without it, there could be no  joy in pushing through the odds, to know what success truly feels like  when achieved. At the end of the day, it&#39;s a funny world where we&#39;re all  longing for everything to be simple and easy without any bumps on the  road; the sooner you realize that life doesn&#39;t come with automatic  smoothing agents, the sooner you&#39;ll be happier about experiencing the  bumps. And just imagine how boring life would be if you had nothing to  improve or aim for! Keep in mind that the feeling of failure is the  feeling of being alive. It&#39;s a sign you&#39;ve given things a go, pushed  boundaries, and bounced back.&lt;div class=&quot;wh_ad&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;wh_ad_inner adunit1&quot;&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;border: none; display: inline-table; height: 180px; margin: 0; padding: 0; position: relative; visibility: visible; width: 468px;&quot;&gt;&lt;ins id=&quot;aswift_2_anchor&quot; style=&quot;border: none; display: block; height: 180px; margin: 0; padding: 0; position: relative; visibility: visible; width: 468px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=5332461965718575904&quot; name=&quot;Video&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/feeds/8183754697398880078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2013/05/how-to-overcome-failure-expect-mistakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/8183754697398880078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/8183754697398880078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2013/05/how-to-overcome-failure-expect-mistakes.html' title='How to Overcome Failure'/><author><name>Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453465403234578640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGOesmTyZKU/TaG7QAZqWqI/AAAAAAAAARA/EFiHol6LyZ4/s220/155423_1404985217796_1627370457_915964_3121309_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332461965718575904.post-2937501388128141843</id><published>2013-05-25T16:29:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2019-06-28T19:35:45.435+06:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UV2-prsNiMU/UaCSWlY0U9I/AAAAAAAAAhI/Gw_CsIlAdFY/s1600/mother_teresa_01.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;262&quot; src=&quot;https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UV2-prsNiMU/UaCSWlY0U9I/AAAAAAAAAhI/Gw_CsIlAdFY/s400/mother_teresa_01.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;LIFE&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;“ Life is an opportunity, benefit from it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is beauty, admire it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a dream, realize it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a challenge, meet it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a duty, complete it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a game, play it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a promise, fulfill it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is sorrow, overcome it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a song, sing it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a struggle, accept it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a tragedy, confront it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is an adventure, dare it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is luck, make it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is too precious, do not destroy it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is life, fight for it. ”   &lt;br /&gt;―     Mother Teresa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/feeds/2937501388128141843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2013/05/life-life-is-opportunity-benefit-from-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/2937501388128141843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/2937501388128141843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2013/05/life-life-is-opportunity-benefit-from-it.html' title='LIFE'/><author><name>Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453465403234578640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGOesmTyZKU/TaG7QAZqWqI/AAAAAAAAARA/EFiHol6LyZ4/s220/155423_1404985217796_1627370457_915964_3121309_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UV2-prsNiMU/UaCSWlY0U9I/AAAAAAAAAhI/Gw_CsIlAdFY/s72-c/mother_teresa_01.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332461965718575904.post-7557163193327252347</id><published>2012-08-01T04:17:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2012-08-01T04:17:35.948+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sand and Stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Two friends were walking through the desert. During some  point of  the journey they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one   in the face. The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying  anything,  wrote in the sand:&lt;br /&gt; “TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE.”&lt;br /&gt; They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to  take a  bath. The one, who had been slapped, got stuck in the mire and  started drowning,  but the friend saved him. After the friend recovered  from the near drowning, he  wrote on a stone:&lt;br /&gt; “TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE.”&lt;br /&gt; The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him,  “After I hurt  you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone,  why?”&lt;br /&gt; The other friend replied: “When someone hurts us, we should write it  down in  sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when  someone does  something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where  no wind can ever erase  it.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rewDLun7-Pw/UBhZaNT9LSI/AAAAAAAAAgs/JqztcfyQris/s1600/59.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rewDLun7-Pw/UBhZaNT9LSI/AAAAAAAAAgs/JqztcfyQris/s320/59.jpg&quot; width=&quot;219&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;LEARN TO WRITE YOUR HURTS IN THE SAND, AND TO CARVE YOUR BENEFITS IN STONE&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/feeds/7557163193327252347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2012/08/sand-and-stone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/7557163193327252347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/7557163193327252347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2012/08/sand-and-stone.html' title='Sand and Stone'/><author><name>Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453465403234578640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGOesmTyZKU/TaG7QAZqWqI/AAAAAAAAARA/EFiHol6LyZ4/s220/155423_1404985217796_1627370457_915964_3121309_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rewDLun7-Pw/UBhZaNT9LSI/AAAAAAAAAgs/JqztcfyQris/s72-c/59.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332461965718575904.post-5965906248148119317</id><published>2012-08-01T04:03:00.004+06:00</published><updated>2012-08-01T04:05:59.196+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ways to Change Your Life at Any Age</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DhQ5lRNxqvA/UBhWqvSin4I/AAAAAAAAAgc/FHmuIQ81iLE/s1600/10-change-life-any-age.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;297&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DhQ5lRNxqvA/UBhWqvSin4I/AAAAAAAAAgc/FHmuIQ81iLE/s400/10-change-life-any-age.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Things can change if you want them to, at any age.&amp;nbsp; As I awoke this  morning, I marveled at my life today.&amp;nbsp; Where once I woke with dread at  the thought of a new day, now I wake with excitement to begin – grateful  to be doing what I’m doing for a living.&amp;nbsp; I am so happy I did what I  had to do, and struggled through the tough times and the fears, and  realigned my life with the things that make me happy.&amp;nbsp; When friends ask  me how I did it, as they sometimes do, I tell them, “Hard work and  persistence.&amp;nbsp; It’s a small price to pay for a changed life.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are ten things you can do to change your life at any age:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Subtract the wrong things.&lt;/b&gt; – When things aren’t  adding up in your life, it’s time to start subtracting.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes you  must let go to grow.&amp;nbsp; You cannot discover new oceans unless you build up  enough courage to lose sight of the old, familiar shoreline.&amp;nbsp; Be  brave.&amp;nbsp; Follow your values.&amp;nbsp; Make changes.&amp;nbsp; And remember, no venture is  ever a waste of time.&amp;nbsp; The ones that don’t work out teach you lessons  that prepare you for the ones that do. &lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Believe you CAN.&lt;/b&gt; – The biggest obstacle that stops  people from achieving their dreams is the feeling that they are not good  enough.&amp;nbsp; Don’t be afraid of the space between your dreams and reality.&amp;nbsp;  You are good enough!&amp;nbsp; Don’t let life discourage you.&amp;nbsp; Success is often  closer than it seems.&amp;nbsp; With enough determination and drive, anything is  possible in time.&amp;nbsp; Everyone who got to where they are had to begin from  where they were, just like you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Work hard for what you want most.&lt;/b&gt; – Dreams don’t just magically&lt;span id=&quot;more-463&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; become realities; it takes a lot of determination, sweat, and hard  work.&amp;nbsp; Remember, tough circumstances don’t last; tough people do.&amp;nbsp; Most  obstacles melt away when we make up our minds to march boldly through  them.&amp;nbsp; If you have a strong commitment to your goals and dreams, and  wake up every morning with passion to work toward them, anything is possible.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stand up for yourself.&lt;/b&gt; – You can’t force people to  show you respect, but you can refuse to be disrespected.&amp;nbsp; If you always  back down to keep the peace, you will forever be armed with anger and  self-loathing, and fighting a war within.&amp;nbsp; Say what you need to say, do  what you need to do, and don’t let anyone bully you into a corner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let go of the past.&lt;/b&gt; – Don’t stumble on something  behind you.&amp;nbsp; Don’t let your shadow guide you. You are not a slave to  your past. Let it go and move on.&amp;nbsp; Dream and give yourself permission to  envision a ‘YOU’ that you choose to be – that you know you CAN be.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;End hurtful relationships.&lt;/b&gt; – Just because you have a  past with someone, doesn’t mean you should have a future with them.&amp;nbsp;  Just because you miss someone, doesn’t mean you need them back in your  life.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes missing them is just a healthy part of moving on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be thankful for what you have.&lt;/b&gt; – It’s not happy  people who are thankful, it’s thankful people who are happy.&amp;nbsp; Even when  times are tough, think of all the beauty still around you, and smile.&amp;nbsp;  Life is too short to have a victim mentality.&amp;nbsp; Say to yourself, “I am  not going to be bitter, I am going to be better.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dedicate some time every day to loving yourself.&lt;/b&gt; –  Only when we can sit alone quietly and look with honest eyes at our  strengths and our weaknesses, our failures and our triumphs, our  humanness and our moral strength, and love ourselves in spite of, and  because of all that we are, will we begin to truly understand the  meaning and power of unconditional love.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Keep learning and embracing life’s changes.&lt;/b&gt; – The seeds of your success are planted in your past failures.&amp;nbsp; Your best stories will come from overcoming your greatest struggles.&amp;nbsp;  Your praises will be birthed from your pains.&amp;nbsp; Keep standing and keep  pushing forward.&amp;nbsp; Even the coldest winters eventually turn into  springtime.&amp;nbsp; Seasons always change.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Enjoy where you are now.&lt;/b&gt; – Sometimes we’re so busy  watching out for what’s just ahead of us that we don’t take time to  enjoy where we are.&amp;nbsp; Laugh at the confusion, live consciously in the  moment, and enjoy your life as it unfolds.&amp;nbsp; You might not be exactly  where you had intended to go, but you are precisely where you need to  be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/feeds/5965906248148119317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2012/08/ways-to-change-your-life-at-any-age.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/5965906248148119317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/5965906248148119317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2012/08/ways-to-change-your-life-at-any-age.html' title='Ways to Change Your Life at Any Age'/><author><name>Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453465403234578640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGOesmTyZKU/TaG7QAZqWqI/AAAAAAAAARA/EFiHol6LyZ4/s220/155423_1404985217796_1627370457_915964_3121309_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DhQ5lRNxqvA/UBhWqvSin4I/AAAAAAAAAgc/FHmuIQ81iLE/s72-c/10-change-life-any-age.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332461965718575904.post-2690642365008133227</id><published>2012-08-01T03:49:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2012-08-01T03:49:33.948+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes to Help You Get Things Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7-5nB_pfh4E/UBhSzUrlExI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ibjurUSmJZw/s1600/60-empowering-quotes.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7-5nB_pfh4E/UBhSzUrlExI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ibjurUSmJZw/s1600/60-empowering-quotes.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just because you are struggling does NOT mean you are failing.&amp;nbsp; Every great success requires some kind of struggle to get there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It doesn’t matter if you’ve failed or if you’ve been beaten.&amp;nbsp; All  that matters is that you learn something, get back up, and try again.&amp;nbsp;  Because winning is a good feeling, but winning when nobody else thought  you could is an awesome feeling.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop beating yourself up.&amp;nbsp; You are a work in progress; which means you get there a little at a time, not all at once.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;‘Finished last’ will always be better than ‘Did not finish’, which always trumps ‘Did not start.’&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t think too much, or you’ll create a problem that wasn’t even there in the first place.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thinking too long about doing something is often the reason it never gets done.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you truly want to change your life, you must first change your mind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most great things in your life won’t happen by chance, they will happen by choice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not wait until the conditions are perfect to begin.&amp;nbsp; Beginning makes the&lt;span id=&quot;more-485&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; conditions perfect.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every accomplishment starts with the decision to try.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are seven days in the week and someday isn’t one of them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You don’t have to be great to get started, but you do have to get started to be great.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sitting on the right track is equivalent to racing down the wrong track.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Procrastinators who say, “There’s always tomorrow!” deny the reality that one day, they will be wrong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do something today that your future self will thank you for.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It’s easier to take a small action now instead of a big action ’some day.’&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What you do every day matters more than what you do every once in a while.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The real world doesn’t reward perfectionists.&amp;nbsp; It rewards people who get things done.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you really want to do something, you’ll find a way.&amp;nbsp; If you don’t, you’ll find an excuse.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The best way to prepare for the future is to take care of the present.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t forget what happened, but understand that you cannot move forward while looking backwards.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t carry your mistakes around with you.&amp;nbsp; Instead, place them under your feet and use them as stepping stones.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mistakes teach you important lessons.&amp;nbsp; Every time you make one,  you’re one step closer to your goal.&amp;nbsp; The only mistake that can truly  hurt you is choosing to do nothing simply because you’re too scared to  make a mistake.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doing something and getting it wrong is at least ten times more productive than doing nothing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No matter how many mistakes you make, or how slow you progress, you are still way ahead of everyone who isn’t trying.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your mistakes should be your motivation, not your excuses.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Past mistakes should teach you to create a wonderful future; not cause you to be afraid of it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t get caught up in wasted potential from years past.&amp;nbsp; Potential is all we ever have. &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No matter how long you have traveled in the wrong direction, you always have the choice to turn around.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You don’t drown by falling in the water.&amp;nbsp; You drown by staying there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop looking back at the door shutting behind you before you walk past the door opening in front of you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Growth begins at the end of your comfort zone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being uncomfortable and uncertain is part of learning and growing.&amp;nbsp; Get used to it.&amp;nbsp; It’s worth it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In order to be creative, we must lose our fear of being wrong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take a chance on the opportunities your gut says are good, because some things only happen once.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t let your fear of what could happen make nothing happen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you want to fly, you have to give up the things that weigh you down.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you stop worrying about what you can’t control, you have time to change the things you can control.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you stop chasing the wrong things you give the right things a chance to catch you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You might think you’re not good enough, but you’ll surprise yourself when you try.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People seldom do things to the best of their ability.&amp;nbsp; They do things to the best of their willingness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t worry about others doing better than you.&amp;nbsp; Concentrate on  beating your own records every day.&amp;nbsp; Success is a battle between YOU and  YOURSELF only.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You’ll never reach your destination if you keep stopping to tell everyone where you’ve been and what you’ve accomplished.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you are still talking about what you did yesterday, you haven’t done much today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;“Time changes everything.”&amp;nbsp; That’s what people say, but it’s not  really true.&amp;nbsp; Doing things changes things.&amp;nbsp; Not doing things leaves  things exactly as they were.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every day we are faced with great opportunities disguised as difficult circumstances.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is a hidden treasure inside every problem.&amp;nbsp; It’s your job to find it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nothing is impossible. The word itself says “I’m Possible.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you want to get over a problem, stop mulling it over and talking  about it.&amp;nbsp; Your mind affects your mouth, and your mouth affects your  mind.&amp;nbsp; It’s nearly impossible to move beyond something when you’re  obsessing over it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worrying is like a rocking in a chair: it keeps you busy, but doesn’t get you anywhere.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being defeated is often a temporary condition.&amp;nbsp; Giving up is what makes it permanent.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The one who wins the race in the long run is usually not the strongest or the fastest, but the one who has tried the hardest.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Often it’s the deepest pain which empowers you to grow into your highest self.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The one who falls and gets up it so much stronger than the one who never fell.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The only difference between an obstacle and an opportunity is your attitude. &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When something bad happens, you can either let it define you, let it destroy you or let it strengthen you.&amp;nbsp; The choice is yours.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have three choices in life: Give up, give in, or give it all you’ve got.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t look back and ask, “Why?” Look ahead and ask, “Why not?”&amp;nbsp; When  it comes to your dreams and goals, be too positive to be doubtful, too  optimistic to be fearful, and too determined to be defeated.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No matter how many times you break down, there should always be a  little voice inside you that says, “NO, you’re not done yet!&amp;nbsp; Get back  up!”&amp;nbsp; That’s the voice of passion and courage.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Approach the start of each day with one goal and end the day with one word: DONE!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/feeds/2690642365008133227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2012/08/quotes-to-help-you-get-things-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/2690642365008133227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/2690642365008133227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2012/08/quotes-to-help-you-get-things-done.html' title='Quotes to Help You Get Things Done'/><author><name>Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453465403234578640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGOesmTyZKU/TaG7QAZqWqI/AAAAAAAAARA/EFiHol6LyZ4/s220/155423_1404985217796_1627370457_915964_3121309_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7-5nB_pfh4E/UBhSzUrlExI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ibjurUSmJZw/s72-c/60-empowering-quotes.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332461965718575904.post-3526569514007513586</id><published>2012-08-01T03:41:00.003+06:00</published><updated>2012-08-01T03:41:45.049+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Short Love Thought&#39;s</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wh4mNtsE76A/UBhRBk_IglI/AAAAAAAAAgE/PE-Rf79KlpY/s1600/tiny-love-stories.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;256&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wh4mNtsE76A/UBhRBk_IglI/AAAAAAAAAgE/PE-Rf79KlpY/s320/tiny-love-stories.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, my 75-year-old grandpa who has been blind from cataracts for  almost 15 years said to me, “Your grandma is just the most beautiful  thing, isn’t she?” I paused for a second and said, “Yes she is. I bet  you miss seeing that beauty on a daily basis.” “Sweety,” my grandpa  said, “I still see her beauty every day. In fact, I see it more now than  I used to when we were young.” &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, I walked my daughter down the aisle. Ten years ago I pulled a  14 year old boy out of his mom’s fire-engulfed SUV after a serious  accident. Doctors initially said he would never walk again. My daughter  came with me several times to visit him at the hospital. Then she  started going on her own. Today, seeing him defy the odds and smile  widely, standing on his own two feet at the altar as he placed a ring on  my daughter’s finger.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, I walked up to the door of my office (I’m a florist) at 7AM  to find a uniformed Army soldier standing out front waiting. He was on  his way to the airport to go to Afghanistan for a year. He said, “I  usually bring home a bouquet of flowers for my wife every Friday and I  don’t want to let her down when I’m away.” He then placed an order for  52 Friday afternoon deliveries of flowers to his wife’s office and asked  me to schedule one for each week until he returns. I gave him a 50%  discount because it made my day to see something so sweet. MMT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, I told my 18 year old grandson that nobody asked me to prom  when I was in high school, so I didn’t attend. He showed up at my house  this evening dressed in a tuxedo and took me as his date to his prom. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, when she woke up from an eleven month coma, she kissed me and&lt;span id=&quot;more-399&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; said, “Thank you for being here, and telling me those beautiful  stories, and never giving up on me… And yes, I will marry you.” &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, I was sitting on a park bench eating a sandwich for lunch  when an elderly couple pulled their car up under a nearby oak tree. They  rolled down the windows and turned up some jazz music on the radio.  Then the man got out of the car, walked around to the passenger side,  opened the door for the woman, took her hand and helped her out of her  seat, guided her about ten feet away from the car, and they slow danced  for the next half hour under the oak tree. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, I operated on a little girl. She needed O- blood. We didn’t  have any, but her twin brother has O- blood. I explained to him that it  was a matter of life and death. He sat quietly for a moment, and then  said goodbye to his parents. I didn’t think anything of it until after  we took his blood and he asked, “So when will I die?” He thought he was  giving his life for hers. Thankfully, they’ll both be fine. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, my dad is the best dad I could ask for. He’s a loving husband  to my mom (always making her laugh), he’s been to every one of my  soccer games since I was 5 (I’m 17 now), and he provides for our family  as a construction foreman. This morning when I was searching through my  dad’s toolbox for a pliers, I found a dirty folded up paper at the  bottom. It was an old journal entry in my dad’s handwriting dated  exactly one month before the day I was born. It reads, “I am eighteen  years old, an alcoholic who is failing out of college, a past cutter,  and a child abuse victim with a criminal record of auto theft. And next  month, ‘teen father’ will be added to the list. But I swear I will make  things right for my little girl. I will be the dad I never had.” And I  don’t know how he did it, but he did it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, my 8-year-old son hugged me and said, “You are the best mom  in the whole entire world!” I smiled and sarcastically replied, “How do  you know that? You haven’t met every mom in the whole entire world.” My  son squeezed me tighter and said, “Yes I have. You are my world.” MMT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, I have an elderly patient who is suffering from a severe case  of Alzheimer’s. He can rarely remember his own name, and he often  forgets where he is and what he said just a few minutes beforehand. But  by the stretch of some miracle (perhaps the miracle of love), he  remembers who is wife is every morning when she shows up to spend a few  hours with him. He usually greets her by saying, “Hello my beautiful  Kate.” &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, my 21 year old Labrador can barely stand up, can’t see, can’t  hear, and doesn’t have enough strength to bark. But it doesn’t stop her  from wagging her tail a mile a minute every single time I walk into the  room. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today is our 10th anniversary, but since my husband and I are both  recently unemployed we agreed not to get each other any gifts. When I  woke up this morning, my husband was already up. I walked downstairs to  find beautiful wild flowers brilliantly arranged all over the house.  There must be 400 flowers total and he didn’t spend a dime. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, my high school boyfriend, who I thought I’d never see again,  showed me the pictures of the two of us he kept in his Army helmet while  he was overseas for the last 8 years. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, my 88-year-old grandmother and her 17 year old cat are both  blind. My grandmother’s guide dog leads my grandmother around the house,  which is normal. But lately, he’s been guiding her cat around the house  too. When her cat meows, he walks up and rubs against her, and then she  follows directly behind him to her food, to the litter box, to the  other end of the house for a nap, etc. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, I watched in horror through the kitchen window as my  2-year-old slipped and fell head first into the pool. But before I could  get to her, our Labrador Retriever, Rex, jumped in after her, grabbed  her by her shirt collar and pulled her to the shallow steps where she  could stand. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, my older brother has donated bone marrow 16 times to help  treat my cancer. He communicates directly with my doctor and does it  without me even asking or knowing when he has an appointment. And today  my doctor informed me that the treatment appears to be working. “Cancer  cells have been drastically reduced in the last few months.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, I was driving home with my grandfather when he suddenly made a  u-turn and said, “I forgot to get your grandmother a bouquet of  flowers. I’ll pick up one from the florist at the corner down here.  It’ll only take a second.” “What’s so special about today that you have  to buy her flowers?” I asked. “There’s nothing specifically special  about today,” my grandfather said. “Every day is special. Your  grandmother loves flowers. They put a smile on her face.” MMT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, I re-read the suicide letter I wrote on the afternoon of  September 2nd 1996 about two minutes before my girlfriend showed up at  my door and told me, “I’m pregnant.” Suddenly I felt I had a reason to  live. Today she’s my wife. We’ve been happily married for 14 years. And  my daughter, who is almost 15 now, has two younger brothers. I re-read  my suicide letter from time to time as a reminder to be thankful – I am  thankful I got a second chance at life and love. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, and every day for the last two months since I returned to  school with burn scars on my face after being hospitalized for nearly a  month for injuries I sustained in a house fire, a red rose was taped to  my locker when I got to school in the morning. I have no clue who is  getting to school early and leaving me these roses. I’ve even arrived  early myself a few times to try to figure it out, but each time the rose  was already there. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today was the 10 year anniversary of my dad’s passing. When I was a  kid he used to hum a short melody to me as I was going to sleep. When I  was 18, as he rested in his hospital bed fighting cancer, the roles were  reversed and I hummed the melody to him. I haven’t heard that melody  since, until last night. My fiancé and I were turned on our sides  looking at each other in bed when he started humming it to me. His mom  used to hum it to him when he was a kid. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, a woman who must have her voicebox removed due to cancer is  enrolled in my sign language class. Her husband, four children, two  sisters, brother, mother, father, and twelve close friends are also  enrolled in the same class so they can communicate with her after she  loses her ability to speak aloud. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, my 11-year-old son speaks fluent sign language because his  best friend, Josh, who he grew up with from the time he was an infant,  is deaf. Seeing their genuine friendship evolve and grow over the years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, due to Alzheimer’s and dementia, my grandfather usually can’t  remember who my grandmother is when he wakes up in the morning. It  bothered my grandmother a year ago when it first happened, but now she’s  fully supportive of his condition. In fact, she plays a game every day  in which she tries to get my grandfather to ask her to re-marry him  before dinnertime. She hasn’t failed yet. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, my dad passed away from natural causes at the age of 92. I  found his body resting peacefully in the recliner in his bedroom. In his  lap, facing upright, were three framed 8×10 photographs of my mom who  passed away about 10 years ago. She was the love of his life, and  apparently the last thing he wanted to see before he passed. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, I am the proud mom of a blind 17-year-old boy. Although my  son was born without his sense of sight, it hasn’t stopped him from  being a straight A student, a guitarist (whose band just surpassed  25,000 downloads of their first album), and a loving boyfriend to his  long-term girlfriend, Valerie. Just today, his younger sister asked him  what he likes about Valerie, and he said, “Everything. She’s beautiful.” &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, I waited on an elderly couple. The way they looked at each  other… you could see they were in love. When the husband mentioned that  they were celebrating their anniversary, I smiled and said, “Let me  guess. You two have been together forever.” They laughed and the wife  said, “Actually, no, today is our 5 year anniversary. We both outlived  our spouses and then life blessed us with one more shot at love.” &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, my father found my little sister alive, chained up in a barn.  She was abducted near Mexico City almost 5 months ago. Authorities  stopped actively searching for her a few weeks later. My mom and I laid  her soul to rest. We had a funeral for her last month. All of our family  and friends attended the ceremony except my father. Instead he kept  looking for her. He said he “loved her too much to give up.” And she’s  back home now because he never did. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, there are two senior boys at my school who have an openly gay  relationship. They have experienced verbal humiliation on a daily basis  for the last two years, yet they continue to hold each other’s hand in  the hallways. Despite threats and vandalized lockers, they showed up to  prom this evening wearing matching tuxedos. Seeing them on the dance  floor, smiling from ear to ear in spite of all the haters &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, my sister and I were in a bad car accident. My sister is Mrs.  Popular at school – she knows everyone. I’m a bit of an introvert – I  hang-out with the same 2 girls all the time. My sister immediately  posted a comment on Facebook about our accident. And while all her  friends were commenting, my 2 friends showed up independently at the  scene of the accident before the paramedics arrived. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, my fiancé returned home from his last tour of duty overseas.  Yesterday he was just my boyfriend, or so I thought. Almost a year ago,  he mailed me a package. He told me I wasn’t allowed to open it until he  got home in two weeks. But then his tour got extended for another 11  months. Today, when he got home, he told me to open the package, and  just as I pulled the ring out of the box, he got down on one knee. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, my 12-year-old son, Sean, and I stopped by the nursing home  together for the first time in several months. Usually I come alone see  my mother who’s suffering from Alzheimer’s. When we walked into the  lobby, the nurse said, “Hi, Sean!” and then buzzed us in. “How does she  know your name?” I asked. “Oh, I swing by here on my walk home from  school all the time to say hi to Grandma,” Sean said. I had no idea. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, I found an old hand written note my mom wrote when she was a  senior in high school. On it is a list of qualities she hoped she would  someday find in a boyfriend. The list is basically an exact description  of my dad, who she didn’t meet until she was 27. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, I’ve been chemistry lab partners with one of the most  beautiful (and popular) girls at our school since the beginning of the  school year. And although I never would have had the courage to talk to  her otherwise, she’s totally down to earth and sweet. We spend our time  in the lab chatting, laughing, and getting A’s (she’s smart too), and  just recently we started talking a little bit outside of class too. Last  week when I heard that she didn’t have a date to our homecoming dance, I  desperately wanted to ask her, but chickened out every time I was about  to. Then this afternoon, at lunchtime, she ran up to me and formally  asked me to ask her to the dance. So I did, and she kissed me on the  cheek and said, “Yes!” &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, on our 10th anniversary, she handed me a suicide note she  wrote when she was 22, on the exact day we met. And she said, “For all  these years I didn’t want you to know how foolish and unstable I was  back when we met. But even though you didn’t know, you saved me. Thank  you.” &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, my grandpa keeps and old, candid photo on his nightstand of  my grandma and him laughing together at some party in the 1960’s. My  grandma passed away from cancer in 1999 when I was 7. This evening when I  was at his house, my grandpa caught me staring at the photo. He walked  up, hugged me from behind and said, “Remember, just because something  doesn’t last forever, doesn’t mean it wasn’t worth your while.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, I sat down with my two daughters, ages 4 and 6, to explain to  them that we have to move out of our 4 bedroom house and into a 2  bedroom apartment for awhile until I can find another job that pays  well. My daughters looked at each other for a moment and then my  youngest daughter turned to me and asked, “Are we all moving into the  apartment together?” “Yes,” I replied. “Oh, so no big deal then,” she  said. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, I met the prettiest woman on a plane. Assuming I wouldn’t see  her again after we made our connections, I told her how pretty I  thought she was. She gave me the most sincere smile and said, “Nobody  has said that to me in 10 years.” It turns out we’re both in our  mid-30’s, never married, no kids, and we live about 5 miles away from  each other. We have a date set for next Saturday after we return home. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, I’m a mother of 2 and a grandmother of 4. At 17 I got  pregnant with twins. When my boyfriend and friends found out I wasn’t  going to abort them, they turned a cold shoulder to me. But I pressed  forward, worked full-time while attending school, graduated high school  and college, and met a guy in one of my classes who has loved my  children like his own for the last 50 years. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, on my 29th birthday, I returned home from my 4th and final  tour of duty overseas. The little girl who lives next door to my parents  (who isn’t so little any more - she’s 22 now) met me at the airport  with a long stemmed rose, a bottle of my favorite vodka, and then asked  me out on a date. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, my daughter accepted her boyfriend’s marriage proposal. He is  3 years older than her. They started dating when she was 14 and he was  17. I never liked the age difference when they were kids. When he turned  18 a week before she turned 15, my husband insisted they break-up. They  maintained a friendship, but went on to date other people. Now at the  ages of 24 and 27, I’ve never seen two people more in love. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, after I heard that my mom stayed home from work with the flu,  I stopped by Wal-Mart on my way home from school to pick her up some  canned soup. I ran into my dad who was already in the check-out line. He  had 5 cans of soup, NyQuil, tissues, tampons, 4 romantic comedy DVDs  and a bouquet of flowers. My dad makes me smile and .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, I was sitting on a hotel balcony watching 2 lovers in the  distance walk along the beach. From their body language, I could tell  they were laughing and enjoying each other’s company. As they got  closer, I realized they were my parents. My parents almost got divorced 8  years ago. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, I’m only 17, but I’ve been with my boyfriend, Jake, for 3  years, and last night was the first time we spent the night together.  We’ve never ‘done it,’ and we didn’t last night either. Instead, we  baked cookies, watched two comedies, laughed, played Xbox and fell  asleep in each other’s arms. Despite the warnings from my parents, he’s  been nothing but a gentleman and a best friend. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, when I tapped the side of my wheelchair and told my husband,  “You’re the only reason I want to be free from this contraption,” he  kissed me on my forehead and said, “Honey, I don’t even see that thing.” &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, my grandmother and grandfather, who were both in their early  90’s and married for 72 years, both died of natural causes approximately  one hour apart from each other. MMT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, my dad came to see me for the first time in 6 months since I  told him I’m gay. When I opened the door he had tears in his eyes and he  immediately gave me a huge hug and said, “I’m sorry, Jason. I love  you.” &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, my autistic little sister spoke her first word at the age of 6 – my name. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, at the age of 72, nearly 15 years after my grandfather passed  away, my grandmother remarried. And since I’m only 17, I’ve never seen  her so happy in all my life. It’s inspiring to see two people so in love  at their age.&amp;nbsp; it’s never too late.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, at a jazz club in San Francisco I saw a man and woman  enjoying a drink together.&amp;nbsp; The woman was a dwarf and the man must have  been 6 feet tall.&amp;nbsp; Later in the evening they went out onto the dance  floor.&amp;nbsp; The man got down on his knees so they could slow dance  together.&amp;nbsp; They danced the rest of the night. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, as I was sleeping, I woke up to my daughter calling my name. I  was sleeping in a sofa chair in her hospital room. I opened my eyes to  her beautiful smile. My daughter has been in a coma for 98 days. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, exactly 10 years ago almost to the minute, I stopped at an  intersection and a car rear ended me. The driver was a student at UF,  just like me. He was cordial and apologetic. As we waited for the cops  and the tow truck we chatted and started laughing together about all  sorts of stuff. We exchanged numbers and the rest is history. We just  celebrated our 8th wedding anniversary. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, I was working in a coffee shop when 2 gay men walked in  holding hands.&amp;nbsp; As you might expect, heads started turning.&amp;nbsp; Then a  young girl at the table next to me asked her mom why 2 men were holding  hands.&amp;nbsp; Her mom replied, “Because they love each other.” &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, after 2 years of separation, my ex-wife and I resolved our  differences and met for dinner.&amp;nbsp; We laughed and chatted for almost 4  hours.&amp;nbsp; Then just before she left, she handed me a large envelope.&amp;nbsp; In  it were 20 love letters she wrote me over the last 2 years.&amp;nbsp; There was a  post-it note on the envelope that said, “Letters I was too stubborn to  send.” &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, I was in an accident that left me with a gash on my  forehead.&amp;nbsp; The doctors wrapped a bandage around my head and said I have  to keep it on all week.&amp;nbsp; I hate wearing it.&amp;nbsp; Two minutes ago my little  brother walked into my room wearing a bandage on his head.&amp;nbsp; My mom said  he insisted that he didn’t want me to feel alone. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, my mother passed away after a long battle with cancer.&amp;nbsp; My  best friend lives 2000 miles away and called to comfort me.&amp;nbsp; While on  the phone, he asked, “What would you do if I showed up at your house and  gave you the biggest hug in the world?”&amp;nbsp; “I would surely smile,” I  replied.&amp;nbsp; And then he rang my doorbell.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, as my 91-year-old grandfather (a military doctor, war hero,  and successful business owner) rested in his hospital bed, I asked him  what his greatest life accomplishment was.&amp;nbsp; He turned around, grabbed my  grandmother’s hand, looked her in the eyes, and said, “Growing old with  you.” &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, as I watched my 75-year-old grandmother and grandfather being  silly with each other and laughing in the kitchen, I felt like I got a  short glimpse of what true love feels like.&amp;nbsp; I hope I find it someday. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, exactly twenty years ago to the hour, I risked my life to  save a woman who was drowning in the rapids of the Colorado River.&amp;nbsp; And  that’s how I met my wife - the love of my life.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, on our 50th wedding anniversary, she smiled at me and said, “I only wish I had met you sooner.” &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today, my blind friend explained to me in vivid detail how beautiful his new girlfriend is. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/feeds/3526569514007513586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2012/08/some-short-love-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/3526569514007513586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/3526569514007513586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2012/08/some-short-love-thoughts.html' title='Some Short Love Thought&#39;s'/><author><name>Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453465403234578640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGOesmTyZKU/TaG7QAZqWqI/AAAAAAAAARA/EFiHol6LyZ4/s220/155423_1404985217796_1627370457_915964_3121309_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wh4mNtsE76A/UBhRBk_IglI/AAAAAAAAAgE/PE-Rf79KlpY/s72-c/tiny-love-stories.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332461965718575904.post-3361916680740902655</id><published>2012-08-01T03:15:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2012-08-01T03:15:42.758+06:00</updated><title type='text'>you might actually like me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YunkvKplqFY/UBhK4UttHkI/AAAAAAAAAf0/em-oORJPjdk/s1600/LELOVEBLOGHOLDINGHANDSBOYFRIENDGIRLFRIENDLOVESTORY.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;196&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YunkvKplqFY/UBhK4UttHkI/AAAAAAAAAf0/em-oORJPjdk/s320/LELOVEBLOGHOLDINGHANDSBOYFRIENDGIRLFRIENDLOVESTORY.png&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i wanted to let you know how frustrating our situation is for me and that’s the safest way i can put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah, see, i can barely put my feelings to words-- rather, i can’t put  them in a way that you’d be comfortable with. we’ve had talks like this  before, and i always have trouble getting to the point because i know  that if i say something too intense or too emotional, you’ll shut  yourself down. then everything after that would be like talking to a  block of ice; you’d be melting away as i speak until there’s none of you  left. just an empty space. and i hate that about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don’t get me wrong, every other aspect of whatever-it-is-we-have is  fantastic. it’s almost like our lives were written out by Sarah Dessen;  our relationship is a sappy, teen-romance novel. but that’s the thing.  it isn’t quite that. i mean, it starts out with the cliché: you and i  are two totally different people. you are quiet and shy. a man of few  words. but, hey, when you start talkin’, things start to make sense. you  make every word count. you think before you act. i, on the other hand,  am loud and friendly. most people say i am the jolliest person they have  ever met. i blurt out basically whatever comes to mind, in hopes that  nobody will care ‘cause they’d be too fixated on my enthusiasm.  similarly, i am rather impulsive. so we are completely opposite. but,  somehow, we click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we hang out two to three times every week. we stay on the phone for long  periods of time. we send each other silly blurbs and inside jokes  through text message. we hold hands. we cuddle. we spoon. kiss. we eat  dinner at each other’s houses with each other’s family. we call each  other adorable and cute. we’re there when one needs the other the most.  we tell each other everything. we’re virtually best friends. how  generic-couple are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the answer is not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we were a generic couple, we’d be fine right now. i’d be fine right  now. sure, we’d have our ups and downs, but like every good Sarah Dessen  book, we’d find a way to figure it out. but how can you figure  something out if you don’t even put any effort to it? we don’t  acknowledge the problem, let alone try to solve it. you must be  thinking, “nothing’s wrong. this chick’s insane. we’re totally fine.”  see, i used to think so, until now. it’s been building up for a year and  i can’t stand it. i may be insane. i don’t know. but here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the problem is that we are not dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because you said you don’t like me that way. no matter how many times we  adventure or chill in each other’s houses. no matter how much you hate  the phone and still insist on talking on it with me. no matter how hard  you try to make me smile on the rare occasions when i’m down. no matter  how many times you tell me how smooth my hand is and how it fits  perfectly into yours. no matter how much you initiate each embrace, each  kiss. no matter how much our parents think we’re getting married. no  matter how much you stare at me lovingly. no matter how many times  you’ve been there when i’ve needed a ride home, or am scared, or have  had an asthma attack. no matter how much you share with me that you  don’t share with anyone else. no matter how close we’ve become. you  still say that you. don’t. like. me. that. way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don’t get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because today, i heard you say you love me. clearly. when you thought i wouldn’t hear.&lt;br /&gt;and when i asked, you denied it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the problem is, i don’t know where i stand.&lt;br /&gt;the problem is, i don’t get why you won’t just accept the fact that you might&lt;br /&gt;actually like me. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/feeds/3361916680740902655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2012/08/you-might-actually-like-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/3361916680740902655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/3361916680740902655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2012/08/you-might-actually-like-me.html' title='you might actually like me'/><author><name>Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453465403234578640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGOesmTyZKU/TaG7QAZqWqI/AAAAAAAAARA/EFiHol6LyZ4/s220/155423_1404985217796_1627370457_915964_3121309_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YunkvKplqFY/UBhK4UttHkI/AAAAAAAAAf0/em-oORJPjdk/s72-c/LELOVEBLOGHOLDINGHANDSBOYFRIENDGIRLFRIENDLOVESTORY.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332461965718575904.post-2636891710751885465</id><published>2011-12-16T15:11:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T15:12:24.893+06:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Interesting Facts about Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g5eLnemy-iw/TusLKEtvSHI/AAAAAAAAAfc/JhQp9Wkf1pc/s1600/263948_204698352910907_100001122305985_544665_6617.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g5eLnemy-iw/TusLKEtvSHI/AAAAAAAAAfc/JhQp9Wkf1pc/s400/263948_204698352910907_100001122305985_544665_6617.jpg&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Guys don’t actually look after good-looking girls. They prefer neat and presentable girls.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When a guy is conscious of his looks, it shows he is not good at fixing things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys seek for advice not from a guy but from a girl.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If a man prepares dinner for you and the salad contains three or more types of lettuce, he is serious.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All men hate to hear “We need to talk about our relationship.” These  seven words strike fear in the heart of even General Schwarzkopf.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If a man says “I’ll call you,” and he doesn’t, he didn’t FORGET… he  didn’t LOSE your number… he didn’t DIE! He just didn’t want to call you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys don’t really have final decisions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It’s not easy for a guy to let go of his girlfriend after they broke  up especially when they’ve been together for 3 years or more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When four or more men get together, they talk about sports.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most men hate to shop. That is why the men’s department is usually  on the first floor of a department store, two inches from the door.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; When an unlikable circumstance comes, guys blame themselves a lot  more than girls do. They could even hurt themselves physically.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys have strong passion to change but have weak will power.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys are tigers in their peer groups but become tamed pussycats with their girlfriends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys like girls who are like their moms.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t be a snob. Guys may easily give up on the first sign of rejection.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Men are less sentimental than women. No man has ever seen the movie THE WAY WE WERE twice, voluntarily.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys don’t care about how shiny their shoes are unlike girls.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Men who listen to classical music tend not to spit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Men accept compliments much better than women do. Example: “Mitch,  you look great.” Mitch: “Thanks.” On the other side: “Ruth, you look  great.” Ruth: “I do? Must be the lighting.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/feeds/2636891710751885465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2011/12/20-interesting-facts-about-men.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/2636891710751885465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/2636891710751885465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2011/12/20-interesting-facts-about-men.html' title='20 Interesting Facts about Men'/><author><name>Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453465403234578640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGOesmTyZKU/TaG7QAZqWqI/AAAAAAAAARA/EFiHol6LyZ4/s220/155423_1404985217796_1627370457_915964_3121309_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g5eLnemy-iw/TusLKEtvSHI/AAAAAAAAAfc/JhQp9Wkf1pc/s72-c/263948_204698352910907_100001122305985_544665_6617.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332461965718575904.post-230723724884048862</id><published>2011-10-28T14:30:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T14:30:36.329+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HJsiYQdAHVQ/Tqpn0AqQsfI/AAAAAAAAAeo/8UWnBXdLI1s/s1600/red-rose.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;299&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HJsiYQdAHVQ/Tqpn0AqQsfI/AAAAAAAAAeo/8UWnBXdLI1s/s400/red-rose.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jagged scars of my disquieted mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolted from the asphyxia of apathy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begin to bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The despair-born disease leaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into my thirsty, eager veins,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searing a pathway into the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenderness of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The burning pressure builds,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pulsing heat unrelenting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ache to release it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut through my flesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mingle blood with air,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running down, cooling my fevered skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move. Move. Itching urge to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run. Run. Forever blindly running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive. Drive. Driving through the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cascades of cleansing rain -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Streetlight shadow procession -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mocking my desperate striving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At deliverance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faster. Faster. Never to outrun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The demons that jeer and scold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something stops me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scream for relief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will not come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will not flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings buried in the depths,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambushed by fear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trapped inside an&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impenetrable wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead I cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose red tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the unforgiving pavement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Streetlights flicker and cease to shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am alone in my numbness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the proof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart still beats.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/feeds/230723724884048862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2011/10/red-rose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/230723724884048862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/230723724884048862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2011/10/red-rose.html' title='Red Rose'/><author><name>Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453465403234578640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGOesmTyZKU/TaG7QAZqWqI/AAAAAAAAARA/EFiHol6LyZ4/s220/155423_1404985217796_1627370457_915964_3121309_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HJsiYQdAHVQ/Tqpn0AqQsfI/AAAAAAAAAeo/8UWnBXdLI1s/s72-c/red-rose.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332461965718575904.post-6841678704602362494</id><published>2011-10-28T13:57:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T13:57:16.624+06:00</updated><title type='text'>&#39;The strange unknown bird of the cage&#39;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGrx9kwFE0M/TqpgQqHOAPI/AAAAAAAAAeU/z14ACt20xqc/s1600/bird-escape.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGrx9kwFE0M/TqpgQqHOAPI/AAAAAAAAAeU/z14ACt20xqc/s400/bird-escape.jpg&quot; width=&quot;380&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Look, how the strange bird flies in and out of cage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could catch, I would bind it with my mind&#39;s fetter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has eight rooms with nine closed doors, with windows in between,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at the top you&#39;ll find the main room, with row of mirrored house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just fate, or else why would the bird behave like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my beloved bird, can fly away anytime, breaking the cage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O my mind, submerged in desire of the cage, (alas) its made of raw bamboos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday this cage would just fall apart..</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/feeds/6841678704602362494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2011/10/strange-unknown-bird-of-cage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/6841678704602362494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/6841678704602362494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2011/10/strange-unknown-bird-of-cage.html' title='&#39;The strange unknown bird of the cage&#39;'/><author><name>Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453465403234578640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGOesmTyZKU/TaG7QAZqWqI/AAAAAAAAARA/EFiHol6LyZ4/s220/155423_1404985217796_1627370457_915964_3121309_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGrx9kwFE0M/TqpgQqHOAPI/AAAAAAAAAeU/z14ACt20xqc/s72-c/bird-escape.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332461965718575904.post-6307863413421137231</id><published>2011-10-20T22:33:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T22:35:04.658+06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Ways to Keep Your Husband’s Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nd83uU3JdHY/TqBNrBZbmqI/AAAAAAAAAeI/mj1NBY0IRfk/s1600/305120_278413645512435_220699297950537_1003863_441076876_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;175&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nd83uU3JdHY/TqBNrBZbmqI/AAAAAAAAAeI/mj1NBY0IRfk/s400/305120_278413645512435_220699297950537_1003863_441076876_n.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Behave like a female, i.e. all the tenderness of a female–a man doesn’t want a man for his wife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Dress pleasantly/attractively. If you are a home-maker, don’t stay in your sleeping suit all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Smell good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Do not lay out all your problems on your husband as soon as he walks in. Give him a little mental break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Absolutely no talking about your spousal problems to anyone you meet, not even under the pretense of seeking help! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Be kind to your mother-in-law the same way you would like your husband to be kind to your own mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Learn all the rights and obligations of each other in Islam. Focus on fulfilling your obligations, not demanding your rights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Race to the door when he comes home, as if you were waiting for him. Smile and hug him.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/feeds/6307863413421137231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2011/10/10-ways-to-keep-your-husbands-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/6307863413421137231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/6307863413421137231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2011/10/10-ways-to-keep-your-husbands-love.html' title='10 Ways to Keep Your Husband’s Love'/><author><name>Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453465403234578640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGOesmTyZKU/TaG7QAZqWqI/AAAAAAAAARA/EFiHol6LyZ4/s220/155423_1404985217796_1627370457_915964_3121309_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nd83uU3JdHY/TqBNrBZbmqI/AAAAAAAAAeI/mj1NBY0IRfk/s72-c/305120_278413645512435_220699297950537_1003863_441076876_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332461965718575904.post-1714678458834695062</id><published>2011-10-20T22:30:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T22:30:38.158+06:00</updated><title type='text'>TO ALL GIRLS ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fVnzfg4KGSA/TqBMpwx9DJI/AAAAAAAAAd0/tGZiPOM004U/s1600/A+Walk.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fVnzfg4KGSA/TqBMpwx9DJI/AAAAAAAAAd0/tGZiPOM004U/s1600/A+Walk.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;You DON&#39;T need a boy who&#39;s married to the streets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;but a man who&#39;s engaged to his DEEN and married to his SALAH ♥ :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;display: inline;&quot;&gt;... ... You DON&#39;T need a boy who loves you for your make-up and clothes,&lt;br /&gt;but a man who loves you for the sake of ALLAH SWT and your HIJAB ♥ :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You DON&#39;T need a boy who wants a wife because he&#39;s tired of messing around with girls, but a man who wants to complete half of his DEEN! ♥ :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•.Don’t be too hurry in love, find someone who can guide you not only in Dunya, but in akhirah. Who can pick you up when you fall, who can remind you when you forget, love you with all his might, someone that will holds your hands through thick and thin &amp;amp; leads you to the Jannah.♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/feeds/1714678458834695062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2011/10/to-all-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/1714678458834695062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/1714678458834695062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2011/10/to-all-girls.html' title='TO ALL GIRLS ..'/><author><name>Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453465403234578640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGOesmTyZKU/TaG7QAZqWqI/AAAAAAAAARA/EFiHol6LyZ4/s220/155423_1404985217796_1627370457_915964_3121309_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fVnzfg4KGSA/TqBMpwx9DJI/AAAAAAAAAd0/tGZiPOM004U/s72-c/A+Walk.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332461965718575904.post-1356850262692263359</id><published>2011-10-20T22:16:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T22:16:12.703+06:00</updated><title type='text'>I LoVe YoU</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;When U Were 20 Yrs Old, I Said I Love U....&lt;br /&gt;U Put Ur Head On My Shoulder And Hold My Hand.. Afraid That I Might Dissapear..&lt;br /&gt;When U Were 25 Yrs Old, I Said I Love U....&lt;br /&gt;U Prepare Breakfast And Serve It In Front Of Me, And Kiss My Forhead N&lt;br /&gt;Said : &quot;U Better Be Quick, Is’s Gonna Be Late..&quot;&lt;br /&gt;When U Were 30 Yrs Old, I Said I Love U....&lt;br /&gt;U Said: &quot;If U Really Love Me, Please Come Back Early After Work..&quot;&lt;br /&gt;When U Were 40 Yrs Old, I Said I Love U....&lt;br /&gt;U Were Cleaning The Dining Table And Said: &quot;Ok Dear, But It’s Time For U To Help Our Child With His/Her Revision..&quot;&lt;br /&gt;When U Were 50 Yrs Old, I Said I Love U....&lt;br /&gt;U Were Knitting And U Laugh At Me..&lt;br /&gt;When U Were 60 Yrs Old, I Said I Love U....&lt;br /&gt;U Smile At Me..&lt;br /&gt;When U Were 70 Yrs Old. I Said I Love U....&lt;br /&gt;We Sitting On The Rocking Chair With Our Glasses On.. I’m Reading Your Love Letter That U Sent To Me 50 Yrs Ago..With Our Hand Crossing Together..&lt;br /&gt;When U Were 80 Yrs Old, U Said U Love Me!&lt;br /&gt;I Didn’t Say Anything But Cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may not express it but when we say &quot;I Love You&quot; we want our partner also to say the same... there are many ways of expressing love but nothing can play the same magic that these 3 words can play when said in return ? ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iUl-OjzCnco/TqBJCVx89dI/AAAAAAAAAds/4rTr2ZEf9P0/s1600/300846_282121008475032_220699297950537_1017696_1531788435_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;187&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iUl-OjzCnco/TqBJCVx89dI/AAAAAAAAAds/4rTr2ZEf9P0/s400/300846_282121008475032_220699297950537_1017696_1531788435_n.jpg&quot; width=&quot;270&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&quot;And those who say, “Our Lord, grant us from among our wives and offspring comfort to our eyes and make us an example for the righteous”&lt;br /&gt;[Holy Quran-25:74]&lt;br /&gt;“And among His signs is that He created mates for you from yourselves that you may find comfort and repose in them, and He put between you love and compassion; most surely there are signs in this for a people who reflect.” (30:21)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband should find rest and tranquillity in his wife.The wife should seek to be a source of calm and rest for her husband.They join, she conceives and they make a dua.&lt;br /&gt;“On the night of the fast it is lawful for you to have sexual relations with your wives. They are clothing/covering (libaas) for you and you for them” (2:187)&lt;br /&gt;“You who believe! It is not lawful for you to inherit women by force. Nor may you treat them harshly so that you can make off with part of what you have given them, unless they commit an act of flagrant indecency. Live together with them correctly and courteously. If you dislike them, it may well be that you dislike something in which Allah has placed a lot of good.” (4:19)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above are what a man and a woman must seek to maintain in their lives in order to fulfil Allah’s destiny for his creation.&lt;br /&gt;“It is He Who created you from a single self and made from him his spouse so that he might find rest in her/dwell with her. Then when he covered her she bore a light load and carried it around. Then when it became heavy they called on Allah, their Lord, ‘If You grant us a healthy child, we will be among the thankful!’” (7:189)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/feeds/1356850262692263359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/1356850262692263359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/1356850262692263359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-love-you.html' title='I LoVe YoU'/><author><name>Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453465403234578640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGOesmTyZKU/TaG7QAZqWqI/AAAAAAAAARA/EFiHol6LyZ4/s220/155423_1404985217796_1627370457_915964_3121309_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iUl-OjzCnco/TqBJCVx89dI/AAAAAAAAAds/4rTr2ZEf9P0/s72-c/300846_282121008475032_220699297950537_1017696_1531788435_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332461965718575904.post-1397033910609627228</id><published>2011-10-20T22:04:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T22:04:25.136+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Look At Yourself ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zWQpZjI2zzU/TqBGghU1ejI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3JvuqxeFe_g/s1600/319228_283440138343119_220699297950537_1022326_1446361327_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zWQpZjI2zzU/TqBGghU1ejI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3JvuqxeFe_g/s320/319228_283440138343119_220699297950537_1022326_1446361327_n.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;Men are always most likely to point out things what a female has to do (like Hijab, dress modesty), while we (mens) usually dont follow whats written for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;Or it seems we are not even aware of the correct ruling of the dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;How many of us (mens) wear their trousers above the ankle ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;How many of us (mens) spot a beard &amp;amp; trim their mustache ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;display: inline;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People usually only discuss Hijab in the context of women. However in the Holy Quran, Allah (swt) first mentions Hijab for men before Hijab for the women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Say to the believing men that they should lower their gaze and guard their modesty: That will make for greater purity for them: and Allah is well acquainted with all that they do” (Surah Noor, chapter 24, verse 30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment a man looks at a woman and if any brazen or unashamed thought comes to his mind, he should lower his gaze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/feeds/1397033910609627228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2011/10/look-at-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/1397033910609627228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/1397033910609627228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2011/10/look-at-yourself.html' title='Look At Yourself ...'/><author><name>Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453465403234578640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGOesmTyZKU/TaG7QAZqWqI/AAAAAAAAARA/EFiHol6LyZ4/s220/155423_1404985217796_1627370457_915964_3121309_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zWQpZjI2zzU/TqBGghU1ejI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3JvuqxeFe_g/s72-c/319228_283440138343119_220699297950537_1022326_1446361327_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332461965718575904.post-8139197207956743660</id><published>2011-10-20T21:59:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T21:59:17.972+06:00</updated><title type='text'>‎&quot;Demand of pious Wife and Intelligence of a great Husband&quot; (Must Read)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZwL_jqBXiI/TqBFFOwgAgI/AAAAAAAAAdY/cD7wtEtd1NU/s1600/300222_284072738279859_220699297950537_1024861_1304988075_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;266&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZwL_jqBXiI/TqBFFOwgAgI/AAAAAAAAAdY/cD7wtEtd1NU/s400/300222_284072738279859_220699297950537_1024861_1304988075_n.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story of beautiful woman who wish to marry pious husband!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this beautiful woman, who wanted to get married, but she wanted a very pious husband, so she said that she’ll marry the man who recites the whole Quran every single day, fasts for the whole year and stays awake and worships Allah all throughout the night. She was a very beautiful woman, and a lot of suitors wanted to marry her, but they knew they couldn’t fulfil the conditions she set. Until this one man stepped forward and said he could fulfil them. So the Imam got both of them married. After the first night of the marriage, the wife sees that the husband doesn’t recite the whole of the Quran, nor does he fast, nor does he stay awake in the worship of Allah, she decided to let it roll on for a few weeks to see if there were any changes, there weren’t, so she filed a complaint and asked for a divorce. They are both taken in front of the judge, and the judge asked, ‘What were the conditions of the marriage?’ the man replied ‘They were for me to recite the whole Quran daily, keep fast for the whole year and to worship Allah all throughout the night.’ The Judge asked, ‘ did you fulfil them? The man calmly answered, ‘…yes.’ The judge answers, ‘you lie, your wife has said that you don’t, that’s why she’s asking for a divorce’. But the man insisted that he had fulfilled the conditions, so the judge asked, ‘did you recite the full Quran everyday?’ The man answered yes. The Judge, baffled asked, ‘how? How can you do that?’ The man coolly answered, ‘I recite Surah Ikhlas three times a day and according to Prophet Muhammad (saw), reciting Surah Ikhlas three times is equivalent to reciting the whole Quran.’ The Judge was intrigued, so he asked, ‘how did you fast the whole year?’ The man answered, ‘ I fasted for the whole month of Ramadan, then kept another six fasts in the month of Shawwal, according to Prophet Muhammad (saw), keeping all of the fast of Ramadan then keeping six fasts in the month of Shawwal, is as if you have fasted for the whole year.’ The Judge remained silent, he couldn’t give a reply saying the man was wrong, so finally he asked, ‘ how did you stay awake all night and worship Allah, when your wife saw you sleeping?’ The Judge thought the man wouldn’t be able to answer this one, but the man, cool as a cucumber answered, ‘I prayed Salatul Isha with jamaat, then the next day prayed Salatul Fajr with jamaat, according to Prophet Muhammad (saw), the one who prays Salatul Isha and Salatul Fajr with jamaat, it is as if he had stayed up all night worshippingAllah.’ The Judge sat there looking at the man; the final verdict was about to be released… He said to the man and his wife, ‘…go, just go, there is nothing wrong with this marriage.. =)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/feeds/8139197207956743660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2011/10/demand-of-pious-wife-and-intelligence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/8139197207956743660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5332461965718575904/posts/default/8139197207956743660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wicked-prince.blogspot.com/2011/10/demand-of-pious-wife-and-intelligence.html' title='‎&quot;Demand of pious Wife and Intelligence of a great Husband&quot; (Must Read)'/><author><name>Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453465403234578640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGOesmTyZKU/TaG7QAZqWqI/AAAAAAAAARA/EFiHol6LyZ4/s220/155423_1404985217796_1627370457_915964_3121309_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZwL_jqBXiI/TqBFFOwgAgI/AAAAAAAAAdY/cD7wtEtd1NU/s72-c/300222_284072738279859_220699297950537_1024861_1304988075_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>