<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386</id><updated>2011-11-14T04:51:18.233-08:00</updated><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day Survival Guide'/><category term='Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley'/><category term='story'/><category term='WHAT IS LOVE?'/><category term='HOW TO SAY &quot;I LOVE YOU&quot; IN MANY LANGUAGES'/><category term='Big Spender'/><category term='Edith Piaf'/><category term='songs'/><category term='author of the Kama Sutra'/><category term='Love Poem'/><category term='About Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='Bokaes'/><category term='ABOUT LOVE'/><category term='Great Romances'/><category term='Be Mine'/><category term='What movies are coming out on Valentines Day 2008?'/><category term='Kathleen Woodiwiss'/><category term='Flowers 5'/><category term='Secrect Of Love'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day InContries'/><category term='Contries'/><category term='Looking for Love'/><category term='india cultural'/><category term='Vatsyayana'/><category term='Jewelry'/><category term='Kirish'/><category term='Valentines day 2008'/><category term='Richard Wagner'/><category term='Flowers'/><category term='Just love me'/><category term='vidio'/><category term='srory vidio'/><category term='Anti-Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='tips'/><category term='Giacomo Casanova'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day In Contries'/><category term='Elizabeth Taylor'/><category term='video'/><category term='Valentines Cards'/><category term='King Edward VIII'/><category term='love story'/><category term='cards'/><category term='The History of Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='Did You Know?'/><category term='valentine choclate'/><category term='Love Letters From The President'/><title type='text'>Secrect Of Love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-2118438176125841512</id><published>2008-07-20T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T04:25:09.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just love me'/><title type='text'>Just love me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Have you ever felt like that? When I first heard that, it hit me like a ton of bricks. To be in LOVE like that or to be loved like that would just rule forever. Is that not what we are all yearning for? Do we not seek out LOVE from the second we breathe as an infant? We search our parents eyes for that look of LOVE. We smile because we know it makes them smile with the LOVE that they feel for us. To LOVE or not to LOVE? This is the question we all ponder through out life. Why do we yearn to be someones everything? We want nothing more than to feel like the LOVE of one`s life. We spend our lives looking for that special person that will make our world seem like a dream. We want to feel safe and secure in our choice of partners. But how do we really know that this one is "the one" we will LOVE unconditionally forever? How do we know that this choice of LOVE will not break our heart? How do we know that this LOVE will LOVE us when the chips are down and we are not that perfect person that they fell in LOVE with?Well I hate to sound like a wet blanket here on a cold night, but nothing is guaranteed. Life promises us nothing. We make our lives what they are, right at this moment. In matters of the heart we gamble, and as I have said before, to give LOVE is to risk losing LOVE. That is just another one of those bleary facts. Like rain storms and snowfalls, we have no control over anything that nature has given to us. We can only do our best with what we have. I have spoken before about gifts. Well, LOVE is a gift when it is given and when it is received. It does not happen because we say we want it to, or when we like a person and say "LOVE me". HA. I am sure that almost everyone out there will agree to that. I am also certain that the word "Stalker" comes from that notion. LOVE can be a very scary risk. "Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it! It makes you so vulnerable. It opens you up, totally exposing your heart only to let someone get inside you and twist things up so tight, you can barely breathe. You build up defenses, you build an entire suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then that person, not seeming any different from any other person, wanders into your lonely life. You give them your heart. They didn't ask for it. They did something one day, like kiss you or smile your way, and then your life isn't your own any more. LOVE takes your heart hostage. LOVE swarms inside you. LOVE devours your entire being and leaves you crying in the darkness. With the simple phrase, "lets just be friends", it turns into a knife, cutting its way into your heart. The pain is like no other you have ever felt nor ever want to feel again. Not just in your imagination, not just in the mind. It's like losing a part of who you are, or rather who you were. That my friends is one reason we are so careful to not make the wrong LOVE choice. I know reading this totally makes one never want to do that. But we do, over and over again. Why?Is it such a deep needed desire that we really have no control? Is cupids arrow that strong? YES on both counts.LOVE is one of the most powerful sensations we will ever endure in our lives. LOVE knows no limit to its power, no end to its trust, no loss of its hope.LOVE can overpower anything.LOVE stays up, when all else has falls down.LOVE is felt when one grasps another's hand.LOVE is as much of an object as an obsession. Everybody wants it and everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it. Those who do, will cherish it, get lost in it, and among all, will never, ever forget it.LOVE does not waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead it creates a perfect love.LOVE is somewhat like an hourglass, the heart fills up on one side as the brain empties the other.LOVE is admiring ones heart: as admiration is the love of ones mind.LOVE is with you when you least deserve it, because that's when you really need it.These are a few thoughts that I have that tell me what LOVE is and why LOVE is.When we're incomplete, we're always searching for somebody to complete us.We must understand that until we admit that while our partner can add sweet dimensions to our lives, we alone are the only ones that can bring that same fulfillment to ourselves. No one is responsible for our happiness.Some people fall into a pattern of needing that NEWNESS LOVE in their relationships. These people will go from one relationship to another forever, never getting off that roller coaster of failure. They never understand that LOVE has stages. LOVE at first is so full of mystery and excitement. Then we move into becoming comfortable with one another and blending our ways to continue to strengthen our LOVE for one another. We continue to grow with each other, adding newness to each other by growing in one world, but as two people. Our years together build our road to our destiny of spending our lives and enduring tribulations as one. If you want life to always be a bed of roses, then you best grow a few gardens, because the roses will only get there if you grow them or bring them to your life. In other words sweet people of LOVE, your LOVE and passion is only what you make it. If you ignore it or get too busy to feed it, it will die or fade away. It's like any other living breathing thing. LOVE needs to be treated with respect and treated like the special gift that it is.Another thing we must be careful of is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image, otherwise LOVE is only the reflection of ourselves we find in them. 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-6196349045232033289</id><published>2008-02-09T06:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:22.551-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What movies are coming out on Valentines Day 2008?'/><title type='text'>What movies are coming out on Valentines Day 2008?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R623DAP_DiI/AAAAAAAABHU/-TZNxVx7NMU/s1600-h/aarti-chhabria-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R623DAP_DiI/AAAAAAAABHU/-TZNxVx7NMU/s400/aarti-chhabria-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164985609898364450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=fjjmh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/fjjmh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  1.  Jumper with hayden christainsen who played anakin in episode 2 and 3. also samuel L jackson starts in the movie also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;   2. Step Up 2 and one with the litle girl from Litltle Miss Sunshine. I really cant remember the name of it but i wanna see it soo bad and i cant wait to see Step up 2! Im excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;   3. Definitely, Maybe Jumper The Spiderwick Chronicles Step Up 2 Streets I'm not sure, but I think the first and last movies fall into the romance category.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;   4. Step Up 2 Streets(definitely goin to watch it!) Definitely ,maybe Jumper(looks good) Spiderwick Chronicles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;   5. Definatley Maybe Jumper The Spiderwick Chronicles Step Up 2 I wanna see Step Up 2 and Definatley Maybe sooo bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;   6. Step Up 2!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;   7. Go to IMDB.COM, you got the complete list there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-6196349045232033289?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/6196349045232033289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=6196349045232033289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/6196349045232033289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/6196349045232033289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-movies-are-coming-out-on_09.html' title='What movies are coming out on Valentines Day 2008?'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R623DAP_DiI/AAAAAAAABHU/-TZNxVx7NMU/s72-c/aarti-chhabria-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-6468828732649937055</id><published>2008-02-09T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:22.695-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines Day 2008'/><title type='text'>what Valentines Day 2008?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R621LQP_DhI/AAAAAAAABHM/wrEEIAjjCDs/s1600-h/patty1118flower49.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R621LQP_DhI/AAAAAAAABHM/wrEEIAjjCDs/s400/patty1118flower49.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164983552609029650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=fjjmh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/fjjmh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.  Jumper with hayden christainsen who played anakin in episode 2 and 3. also samuel L jackson starts in the movie also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   2. Step Up 2 and one with the litle girl from Litltle Miss Sunshine. I really cant remember the name of it but i wanna see it soo bad and i cant wait to see Step up 2! Im excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   3. Definitely, Maybe Jumper The Spiderwick Chronicles Step Up 2 Streets I'm not sure, but I think the first and last movies fall into the romance category.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   4. Step Up 2 Streets(definitely goin to watch it!) Definitely ,maybe Jumper(looks good) Spiderwick Chronicles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   5. Definatley Maybe Jumper The Spiderwick Chronicles Step Up 2 I wanna see Step Up 2 and Definatley Maybe sooo bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   6. Step Up 2!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   7. Go to IMDB.COM, you got the complete list there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-6468828732649937055?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/6468828732649937055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=6468828732649937055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/6468828732649937055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/6468828732649937055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-movies-are-coming-out-on.html' title='what Valentines Day 2008?'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R621LQP_DhI/AAAAAAAABHM/wrEEIAjjCDs/s72-c/patty1118flower49.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-1355787518534933513</id><published>2008-02-09T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:22.826-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines Day 2008'/><title type='text'>Valentines Day 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R62zBQP_DgI/AAAAAAAABHE/ZneH2xo-QhY/s1600-h/ros015.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R62zBQP_DgI/AAAAAAAABHE/ZneH2xo-QhY/s400/ros015.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164981181787082242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/fjjmh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Hey everyone Do u have any ideas of what ull send as gifts etc. to you girlfriend/boyfriend this coming valentines...and if your partner is away in another part of the country round about that time then what ideas can you give me to send her... something that will light her face up with a beautiful smile, any ideas ? thanks everyone merry xmas xxx =] CHEER UP PEOPLE! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Public Comments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=fjjmh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/fjjmh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  1. i dont even know if ill have a relationship by valentines! you never know what could happen in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; 2. i always get a valentines..... usually from people who never gets a valentine or sends one because they think i'm a sweet person. Which i can't agree more lol x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;. perfume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;   4. I was away from my boyfriend last valentines day,but i travelled down to him at the weekend to celebrate....this valentines day we will be going for our second scan to see our baby, i dont care if he gets me nothing! seeing that will be good enough!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;   5. Valentine's Day is just has depressing as Christmas. You are either happy on that day or you aren't. You just never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;   6. yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;   7. perfume, or candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;   8. I was thinking of getting him a aftershave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;   9. I think Chocolate for a girl CD/DVD or something liek that for a boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  10. love is just a misrebal lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-1355787518534933513?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/1355787518534933513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=1355787518534933513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/1355787518534933513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/1355787518534933513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day-2008.html' title='Valentines Day 2008'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R62zBQP_DgI/AAAAAAAABHE/ZneH2xo-QhY/s72-c/ros015.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-5078202320166733725</id><published>2008-02-03T20:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:23.384-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>How to Play Propose Your Partner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6aYvH-ovAI/AAAAAAAAA-k/GwaxTw3v4T4/s1600-h/rosa158.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6aYvH-ovAI/AAAAAAAAA-k/GwaxTw3v4T4/s320/rosa158.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162981958189890562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=fjjmh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/fjjmh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A fun-filled game that can be played with singles as well as couples is "propose your partner". It is a romantic game for Valentine's Day and very entertaining. Read on further about how to play "propose your partner".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6aYu3-ou_I/AAAAAAAAA-c/FtCPLoOrUm0/s1600-h/shaam-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6aYu3-ou_I/AAAAAAAAA-c/FtCPLoOrUm0/s320/shaam-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162981953894923250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=fjjmh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/fjjmh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    * Incase the game is being played by singles, then make chits of names of either the girls or the guys. If you make chits of names of girls, make guys pick up one at a time and propose the girl whose name they get.&lt;br /&gt;   * For couples, begin with the couple whose name is first in alphabetical order. Ask how they proposed. If the guy proposed first, make the girl propose the guy in the game.&lt;br /&gt;   * Keep a time limit say 2 minutes for each couple and it should be witty and original.&lt;br /&gt;   * Give out a gift for the best proposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-5078202320166733725?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/5078202320166733725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=5078202320166733725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/5078202320166733725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/5078202320166733725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-to-play-propose-your-partner.html' title='How to Play Propose Your Partner'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6aYvH-ovAI/AAAAAAAAA-k/GwaxTw3v4T4/s72-c/rosa158.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-2316706550123707215</id><published>2008-02-03T20:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:24.058-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>How to Play Truth or Dare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6aXWn-ou8I/AAAAAAAAA-E/17Ct79Uiqx4/s1600-h/t0207.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6aXWn-ou8I/AAAAAAAAA-E/17Ct79Uiqx4/s320/t0207.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162980437771467714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=fjjmh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/fjjmh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Truth or Dare is an entertaining as well as romantic game for Valentine's Day. It is a fun game and usually involves 2 or more players. Given below is how to play truth or dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=fjjmh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/fjjmh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    * Have all the persons sit around a table. Take a pen or a bottle and spin it around on the table.&lt;br /&gt; * The person, on whom the cap of the bottle or pen stops, is asked to choose between "truth" and "dare".&lt;br /&gt;   * The tasks are usually simple and silly. It becomes even more fun when played with close friends.&lt;br /&gt;   * The person who performs the task gets to spin the bottle/pen in the next round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6aXW3-ou9I/AAAAAAAAA-M/bOI9NSc_Jms/s1600-h/vcvc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6aXW3-ou9I/AAAAAAAAA-M/bOI9NSc_Jms/s320/vcvc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162980442066435026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=fjjmh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/fjjmh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some questions asked for "truth":&lt;br /&gt;   * Who is your dream lover?&lt;br /&gt;   * If you could kiss one celebrity, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;   * What is your favorite romantic destination?&lt;br /&gt;   * Where did your partner propose you?&lt;br /&gt;   * What is your most romantic dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=fjjmh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/fjjmh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some tasks for "dare":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Enact the way you were proposed.&lt;br /&gt;   * Sing a love song for your beloved.&lt;br /&gt;   * Propose your partner again in front of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;   * Enact a famous romantic scene.&lt;br /&gt;   * Yell out "I am cupid" from the window that faces the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-2316706550123707215?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/2316706550123707215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=2316706550123707215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/2316706550123707215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/2316706550123707215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-to-play-truth-or-dare.html' title='How to Play Truth or Dare'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6aXWn-ou8I/AAAAAAAAA-E/17Ct79Uiqx4/s72-c/t0207.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-7846967129215110961</id><published>2008-02-03T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:24.310-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Valentine's Day Party Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6aVs3-ou7I/AAAAAAAAA98/-UWls_Pny24/s1600-h/zQk7Y3xZxR.jpg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6aVs3-ou7I/AAAAAAAAA98/-UWls_Pny24/s320/zQk7Y3xZxR.jpg.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162978621000301490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=fjjmh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/fjjmh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No party is complete without those funny lively games and fun filled activities. And it becomes even more essential to organize romantic party games if it is Valentine's Day. We bring you many ideas for Valentine's Day party games. This should help you choose fun filled activities for Valentine's Day party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=fjjmh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/fjjmh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of you must have played truth or dared some time in your life. It is one such game that can be played on any occasion. We bring you ideas for how to play truth or dare for Valentine's Day to make it more romantic. Another such versatile game is the treasure hunt. This game is usually theme based, so you can give it a romantic theme for Valentine's Day and call it Valentine's treasure hunt. Though it requires a bit of planning, it is fun when it is played. And all your efforts to make it interesting win accolades!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6aVsn-ou6I/AAAAAAAAA90/S5jQ-xCqRV8/s1600-h/suhani-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6aVsn-ou6I/AAAAAAAAA90/S5jQ-xCqRV8/s320/suhani-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162978616705334178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=fjjmh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/fjjmh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another interesting game that can be played is the love pictionary. It is a romantic game and very enjoyable, as it requires guessing a word by looking at a vague picture drawn by your partner. Propose your love is yet another fun filled game in which one partner proposes the other in the wittiest way possible. To add some spice and laughter to your activities, we bring you a game called identify your partner. Blindfolded people are led into a room where they are supposed to identify their partner amidst chaos and confusion. Check out our related sections for further details about these fun-filled activities and party games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-7846967129215110961?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/7846967129215110961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=7846967129215110961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/7846967129215110961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/7846967129215110961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day-party-games.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day Party Games'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6aVs3-ou7I/AAAAAAAAA98/-UWls_Pny24/s72-c/zQk7Y3xZxR.jpg.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-4079193740077638369</id><published>2008-02-03T20:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:24.649-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>How to Say Sorry to Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6aUAH-ou5I/AAAAAAAAA9s/wtPgFoI8ePw/s1600-h/1156854430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6aUAH-ou5I/AAAAAAAAA9s/wtPgFoI8ePw/s320/1156854430.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162976752689527698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=fjjmh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/fjjmh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Your man and you just had a fight. It could have been sorted out there and then, but the situation was such that none of you felt like talking. Now, you are in your room, sulking alone. You wish you could turn back time and made everything okay by apologizing to him. You are totally clueless about how to say sorry to him. This is where we come in the scene as we bring you creative and meaningful ways for saying sorry to a guy. Read on further to know why is it said that actions speak louder than words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6aT_3-ou3I/AAAAAAAAA9c/vJcl4qPS7mY/s1600-h/akshara-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6aT_3-ou3I/AAAAAAAAA9c/vJcl4qPS7mY/s320/akshara-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162976748394560370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=fjjmh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/fjjmh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    * Guys do not prefer sitting down immediately after a fight and talk about it. They are usually raging inside and you can get a taste of their bad attitude if you force them to listen to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=fjjmh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/fjjmh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Leave your man alone to give him time to cool down. Do not bother him with phone calls or text messages. Most of the times guys are ones who call up to talk things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=fjjmh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/fjjmh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    * Wait for a day or two. Then go to their place and sort things out. Again, make sure he hasn't had a bad day at work or any other sort of thing that has him in low spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=fjjmh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/fjjmh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    * Contrary to what some people think, guys like flowers too. It is absolutely cool to give your man flowers and make him good dinner to make him feel special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=fjjmh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/fjjmh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    * Make sure you pamper him and tell him how much you love him after you apologize. Spend some cozy moments together and let him know that he is special and means a lot to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-4079193740077638369?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4079193740077638369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=4079193740077638369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/4079193740077638369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/4079193740077638369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-to-say-sorry-to-him.html' title='How to Say Sorry to Him'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6aUAH-ou5I/AAAAAAAAA9s/wtPgFoI8ePw/s72-c/1156854430.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-4475717800491182050</id><published>2008-02-03T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:25.085-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>How to Say Sorry to Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6aSi3-ou0I/AAAAAAAAA9E/bZ87tt34Mwk/s1600-h/F468_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6aSi3-ou0I/AAAAAAAAA9E/bZ87tt34Mwk/s320/F468_c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162975150666726210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=fjjmh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/fjjmh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You have had your first big fight with her and it is all a big mess. Now you are wondering as to how to say sorry to her. You love her a lot and wouldn't want to lose her for a lame reason like a fight. Saying sorry to girl never killed anyone! Yet, somehow it is never too easy to utter the word "Sorry". Swallow your ego and bury your pride in the backyard. Apologizing to her is all about making her feel special. Read on further about some ideas to say sorry to her and trust me, it is all for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6aSjH-ou2I/AAAAAAAAA9U/rXkWMxul1YI/s1600-h/renukha-menon-wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6aSjH-ou2I/AAAAAAAAA9U/rXkWMxul1YI/s320/renukha-menon-wallpaper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162975154961693538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=fjjmh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/fjjmh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    * Analyze the situation. Don't force her to accept your apology if she has still not relaxed. It can only make the situation worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=fjjmh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/fjjmh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    * Let her calm down and approach her when she is cool enough to talk again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=fjjmh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/fjjmh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    * Never ever apologize on the phone or the Internet. It is way too impersonal and shows how insensitive you are. If you have a problem facing her and talking, then write her a letter and deliver it yourself. Wait outside until she reads it fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=fjjmh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/fjjmh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    * Accept your mistake and get done with it as soon as possible. Don't go over the situation and what caused the fight again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=fjjmh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/fjjmh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    * If she asks for time, don't hesitate. Ask her what you can do to make her feel better and be genuine. Your feelings have to be heartfelt. Always remember, a woman can see through fake feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=fjjmh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/fjjmh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    * A bunch of flowers or a small gift can help a lot in making a woman feel better and cared of. And you have better chances of patching up again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-4475717800491182050?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4475717800491182050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=4475717800491182050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/4475717800491182050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/4475717800491182050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-to-say-sorry-to-her.html' title='How to Say Sorry to Her'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6aSi3-ou0I/AAAAAAAAA9E/bZ87tt34Mwk/s72-c/F468_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-4983259397351590258</id><published>2008-02-03T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:25.468-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>How to Say Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6aRZn-ouxI/AAAAAAAAA8s/jB9lasZpgrs/s1600-h/Bhavanabig10_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6aRZn-ouxI/AAAAAAAAA8s/jB9lasZpgrs/s320/Bhavanabig10_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162973892241308434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=fjjmh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/fjjmh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Any relation is bound to have its highs and lows. Sometimes the lows are so low that you end up in a fight. The agony of sulking and being away from your partner is worse than going to Hell. You seem to be blank about how to say sorry. Patching up after a fight has never been so difficult. Read on further to find out ways to apologize to your partner and get your relationship back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6aRZ3-ouyI/AAAAAAAAA80/0EassI18O44/s1600-h/1280-mothersday9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6aRZ3-ouyI/AAAAAAAAA80/0EassI18O44/s320/1280-mothersday9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162973896536275746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=fjjmh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/fjjmh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Though it may seem odd at first, saying sorry to a loved one has its own benefits. You become more understanding and more tolerant of each other. You can tackle those petty issues that keep cropping up between the two of you without making a big fuss about it. Given below are a few tips to make it even more genuine and romantic. Also, check our related sections on how to apologize to a guy and a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6aRaH-ouzI/AAAAAAAAA88/sTsiA1z2MqU/s1600-h/1280-flower239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6aRaH-ouzI/AAAAAAAAA88/sTsiA1z2MqU/s320/1280-flower239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162973900831243058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=fjjmh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/fjjmh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    * Make sure you don't make a big fuss about saying sorry. It is just one word and remember, it can either make or break your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=fjjmh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/fjjmh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    * Say it with flowers and anything that your partner loves. If she loves dancing, take her out for a slow dance and say you are sorry while she is dancing in your arms. If he loves bowling, go out for a game together and tell him when he has finished striking all pins that you are sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=fjjmh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/fjjmh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    * Never start arguing as to who started the fight first. No use looking back on something that is just not worth. Else, you will be back on square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=fjjmh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/fjjmh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    * Make sure you are genuinely sorry for your mistakes. Don't try to fake up feelings just for the heck of it. Remember, it could happen to you too someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=fjjmh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/fjjmh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    * Value your partner. Learn to respect his/her feelings and don't do things to hurt him/her deliberately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-4983259397351590258?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4983259397351590258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=4983259397351590258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/4983259397351590258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/4983259397351590258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-to-say-sorry.html' title='How to Say Sorry'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6aRZn-ouxI/AAAAAAAAA8s/jB9lasZpgrs/s72-c/Bhavanabig10_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-239816927455352184</id><published>2008-02-02T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:26.089-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love Story in Love Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6TF4n-ot0I/AAAAAAAAA1E/6P13-90dc30/s1600-h/love-wallpaper35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6TF4n-ot0I/AAAAAAAAA1E/6P13-90dc30/s320/love-wallpaper35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162468649468475202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;The one love letter in which you don't have to think         too much and can write with ease is your own story. Writing love story         in letter is not only romantic and genuine, it shows how much you value         the other person and how you go out of the way to remember the time         spent together. Putting down your own love story in love letter also         brings back fond memories and makes you realize the true worth of that         person in your life. You can actually see how much your life has changed         after you found your someone special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6TF43-ot1I/AAAAAAAAA1M/M6glODy3Phg/s1600-h/love-wallpaper31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6TF43-ot1I/AAAAAAAAA1M/M6glODy3Phg/s320/love-wallpaper31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162468653763442514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt; Given here are some long love         letter ideas to help you get started on the task of writing one for your         beloved!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;First things first. Gather all required information you need in             the form of an index. It makes the job easier for you. These             information could be when and where you met for the first time, the             first time you felt the love, the propose, the first time you             kissed, etc. make sure it is in order of the time these events took             place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6TF3n-otzI/AAAAAAAAA08/mfk9CW8TF_4/s1600-h/IMG_0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6TF3n-otzI/AAAAAAAAA08/mfk9CW8TF_4/s320/IMG_0025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162468632288606002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;ul style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Begin with the sweetest opening line for your beloved. You could             write "my sweetheart…" followed by his/her name or             nickname. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write your love story in simple language, with true heart-felt             feelings. It makes a lot of difference. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you can remember dates of particularly memorable events, add             them. It makes the letter look even more special. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;End the letter by telling him/her how important are they to you             and how much your life has changed for the better after meeting             them. You can also end it with a famous love quote and say this is             what you feel for them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6TF5X-ot3I/AAAAAAAAA1c/sfiJsh3juw4/s1600-h/love-wallpaper13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6TF5X-ot3I/AAAAAAAAA1c/sfiJsh3juw4/s320/love-wallpaper13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162468662353377138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-239816927455352184?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/239816927455352184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=239816927455352184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/239816927455352184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/239816927455352184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-story-in-love-letter.html' title='Love Story in Love Letter'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6TF4n-ot0I/AAAAAAAAA1E/6P13-90dc30/s72-c/love-wallpaper35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-2633200064840124027</id><published>2008-02-02T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:26.729-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Rebus Love Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6TCTH-otwI/AAAAAAAAA0k/ohpVGjdDlHk/s1600-h/1156854562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6TCTH-otwI/AAAAAAAAA0k/ohpVGjdDlHk/s320/1156854562.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162464706688497410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;One of the most romantic ways of penning down your         love is by writing a rebus love poem. For the uninitiated, a rebus love         poem is a short poem that has pictures to convey your message. It can be         also called an illustrious love poem. It is very romantic and absolutely         cute. So bring on your creative side to life by learning how to write a         rebus poem for your beloved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6TCSn-otvI/AAAAAAAAA0c/LbGszInFyyw/s1600-h/FFAC_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6TCSn-otvI/AAAAAAAAA0c/LbGszInFyyw/s320/FFAC_c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162464698098562802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Now that you are pepped about writing a rebus for your beloved, first         write a short 5-line message for him/her. You could go about it as given         below (just don't copy it blatantly!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;          You are more beautiful than a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Rose&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;You are sweeter than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Chocolate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;          You are prettier than the prettiest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Angel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;          You are the only One in this entire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;World &lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;          Whom I love with all my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Heart&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;          Forever and ever and ever.&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6TCTX-otxI/AAAAAAAAA0s/HSWBWOpvzjU/s1600-h/P10683123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6TCTX-otxI/AAAAAAAAA0s/HSWBWOpvzjU/s320/P10683123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162464710983464722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the words that have been italicized. Instead of the words, draw         what they stand for. Draw a rose for rose, candy bar for chocolate, a         cute cherub with a halo and wings for angel and so on. You could use         your handmade drawings, no matter how pathetic it is, your beloved will         still treasure it. You could also use stickers for the illustrated         words. So get, set and go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-2633200064840124027?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/2633200064840124027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=2633200064840124027&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/2633200064840124027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/2633200064840124027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/02/rebus-love-poem.html' title='Rebus Love Poem'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6TCTH-otwI/AAAAAAAAA0k/ohpVGjdDlHk/s72-c/1156854562.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-7778354392858134093</id><published>2008-02-02T11:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:26.964-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Places to Hide Love Notes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6TAyn-otrI/AAAAAAAAAz8/6m4X2OxUedc/s1600-h/wall_large5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6TAyn-otrI/AAAAAAAAAz8/6m4X2OxUedc/s320/wall_large5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162463048831121074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;To put the spice back in your life, express your love         through exciting love notes. Hide these love notes in places that         require a bit of searching up. We bring you some really creative places         to hide love notes. This should solve the dilemma of where to hide love         notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6TAzX-otuI/AAAAAAAAA0U/p7UIw4jXBcg/s1600-h/unique_gift_385x261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6TAzX-otuI/AAAAAAAAA0U/p7UIw4jXBcg/s320/unique_gift_385x261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162463061716023010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;ul style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Under his/her pillow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In his shaving kit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Between the pages of the book he/she is reading at present.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In his/her bath towel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In his/her wallet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the kitchen inside her favorite bone-china bowls.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Roll one up and fix in your pet dog's collar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stick one on his favorite beer bottle in the fridge.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In her make up kit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Inside his pant pocket.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;         &lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="text"&gt;HAPPY HIDING!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-7778354392858134093?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/7778354392858134093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=7778354392858134093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/7778354392858134093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/7778354392858134093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/02/places-to-hide-love-notes.html' title='Places to Hide Love Notes'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6TAyn-otrI/AAAAAAAAAz8/6m4X2OxUedc/s72-c/wall_large5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-8436189265188411904</id><published>2008-02-02T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:27.809-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Lunch Box Love Notes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S_u3-otqI/AAAAAAAAAz0/31SJSst2loY/s1600-h/1156665727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S_u3-otqI/AAAAAAAAAz0/31SJSst2loY/s320/1156665727.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162461884894983842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;It feels very nice to get a love note when you least         expect it, especially when you miss your beloved a lot. We bring you         different ideas for lunch box notes for your beloved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S_uX-otoI/AAAAAAAAAzk/_E_Q6UDV5n8/s1600-h/new-year-wallpaper-07-640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S_uX-otoI/AAAAAAAAAzk/_E_Q6UDV5n8/s320/new-year-wallpaper-07-640.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162461876305049218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt; These romantic         lunch box notes are a perfect way to show your beloved that you always         think of them and miss them when they are away from you. So go ahead and         make your own lunch box notes for your beloved and surprise them when         they are away at work. Some popular ideas are given below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S_uH-otnI/AAAAAAAAAzc/0U8NmDeo-OY/s1600-h/p120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S_uH-otnI/AAAAAAAAAzc/0U8NmDeo-OY/s320/p120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162461872010081906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;ul style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;In case I didn't tell you today, I love you!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Missing you soooooo much!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Come home early today, I have a surprise for you!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bon appetite sweetheart!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You make every moment of my life seem brighter!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are the sugar and spice of my life!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are my gingerbread man!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;         &lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="text"&gt;So today, do a bit more than just filling up his/her         tummy, fill their hearts too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-8436189265188411904?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/8436189265188411904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=8436189265188411904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/8436189265188411904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/8436189265188411904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/02/lunch-box-love-notes.html' title='Lunch Box Love Notes'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S_u3-otqI/AAAAAAAAAz0/31SJSst2loY/s72-c/1156665727.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-7642050136893666248</id><published>2008-02-02T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:28.866-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>How to Write Love Poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S-eX-otmI/AAAAAAAAAzU/yNm_RXYjgsw/s1600-h/1193819280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S-eX-otmI/AAAAAAAAAzU/yNm_RXYjgsw/s320/1193819280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162460501915514466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Nothing is classic than giving a love poem to your         beloved as a token of your love. It puts forth your feelings and         sentiments in an entirely new form, definitely a better one. You need         not be William Wordsworth to express your love in the form of a poem.         Anyone (who is in love!) can do it and with ease. Read on how to write         love poem and get started on writing a romantic "I love you"         poem for your beloved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S-dn-otiI/AAAAAAAAAy0/oGXdCBgqWT0/s1600-h/1280-flower236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S-dn-otiI/AAAAAAAAAy0/oGXdCBgqWT0/s320/1280-flower236.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162460489030612514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;ul style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Three things to be kept in mind while writing a love poem are             Rhyme, Rhythm and Imagery. Rhyming is essentially to give the poem             rhythm and a natural flow. Imagery is when the poem succeeds in             creating images in your mind when read.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S-d3-otjI/AAAAAAAAAy8/7p6End4wqqI/s1600-h/1156854471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S-d3-otjI/AAAAAAAAAy8/7p6End4wqqI/s320/1156854471.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162460493325579826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Next, choose a nice title. You could simply name it "our             love story". If you can think of anything better, go ahead and             use it. It should sound romantic and appealing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S-d3-otkI/AAAAAAAAAzE/EMSWPmiPdrk/s1600-h/1156854523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S-d3-otkI/AAAAAAAAAzE/EMSWPmiPdrk/s320/1156854523.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162460493325579842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can always use some good quotes in your poems. Either start             with one or end with one. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use simple language. It isn't necessary that using biblical             English or big bombastic words will look good. True feelings are             best if written in simple language.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S-eX-otlI/AAAAAAAAAzM/pBDzMpcBj_c/s1600-h/1156854563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S-eX-otlI/AAAAAAAAAzM/pBDzMpcBj_c/s320/1156854563.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162460501915514450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write about those little things that he/she does which makes them             special in their own unique way. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Be truthful and put some genuine effort if you want to write a             poem that truly impresses your beloved. The effort will be worth it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-7642050136893666248?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/7642050136893666248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=7642050136893666248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/7642050136893666248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/7642050136893666248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-to-write-love-poems.html' title='How to Write Love Poems'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S-eX-otmI/AAAAAAAAAzU/yNm_RXYjgsw/s72-c/1193819280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-2691819022234017426</id><published>2008-02-02T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:30.089-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love Journals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S6d3-otfI/AAAAAAAAAyc/qUqAcRn5unI/s1600-h/1156854552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S6d3-otfI/AAAAAAAAAyc/qUqAcRn5unI/s320/1156854552.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162456095279068658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;One of the best ideas to keep your sweetest memories         alive is to maintain a love journal. It is a testimonial of your love         for each other. Imagine, twenty years later, when you sit with each         other and go through those pages and those little incidents of romance         and mush, you will realize the time spent with each other is so         beautiful that even a lifetime seems small. So read on how to make love         journal and get creative ideas for love journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Couple's Journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S6dH-otcI/AAAAAAAAAyE/AE7beW6TZcI/s1600-h/1280-mothersday9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S6dH-otcI/AAAAAAAAAyE/AE7beW6TZcI/s320/1280-mothersday9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162456082394166722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Buy a diary and both of you make it a point to write down every sweet         little gesture of your beloved. If possible, do it on a daily basis. You         can decorate it with little hearts, stick snapshots of each other, click         pictures of special moments and write diary entries based on them, or         simple write that special thing you saw in him/her that made you fall in         love with them more than ever before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Anniversary Book&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S6dX-otdI/AAAAAAAAAyM/Vmp9CR2n9yA/s1600-h/1280-flower239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S6dX-otdI/AAAAAAAAAyM/Vmp9CR2n9yA/s320/1280-flower239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162456086689134034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maintain a journal that has all major anniversaries, landmark incidents         and the major turning points of your life. It can be anything like your         first wedding anniversary, your first kid, or simply your first drink         together. It is fun to read these years later and also add as a reminder         of major dates in case you forget them easily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Book of Love&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S6dn-oteI/AAAAAAAAAyU/RngH_wQjbKE/s1600-h/1156854458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 184px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S6dn-oteI/AAAAAAAAAyU/RngH_wQjbKE/s320/1156854458.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162456090984101346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maintain a scrapbook of things that you love and that are memorable to         you. You can write down different incidents, stick those little things         like movie tickets, game tickets, snapshots, etc. to make your scrapbook         look like a book of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Book of Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S8Nn-othI/AAAAAAAAAys/musXp3HiW_Q/s1600-h/1156665701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S8Nn-othI/AAAAAAAAAys/musXp3HiW_Q/s320/1156665701.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162458015129450002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Maintain a scrapbook of things that you love and that are memorable to         you. You can write down different incidents, stick those little things         like movie tickets, game tickets, snapshots, etc. to make your scrapbook         look like a book of love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-2691819022234017426?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/2691819022234017426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=2691819022234017426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/2691819022234017426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/2691819022234017426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-journals.html' title='Love Journals'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S6d3-otfI/AAAAAAAAAyc/qUqAcRn5unI/s72-c/1156854552.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-1761815049500132525</id><published>2008-02-02T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:33.396-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Tips for Writing Love Notes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S40X-otZI/AAAAAAAAAxs/Y_ePcjyiyOM/s1600-h/1156854398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S40X-otZI/AAAAAAAAAxs/Y_ePcjyiyOM/s320/1156854398.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162454282802869650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Short and sweet "I love you because…"         notes are a popular way to tell your beloved why you love them. They can         be used even if there is no special occasion. Probably this is what         makes it so lovable and special. One can be very expressive with these "I         love you because" one-liners as they can be romantic, funny,         emotional or just a simple sentence. Here, we give you tips for writing         love notes for your beloved whether or not there is a special occasion.         It is just because you love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S40n-otaI/AAAAAAAAAx0/Yl5G1WloMCc/s1600-h/1156854454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S40n-otaI/AAAAAAAAAx0/Yl5G1WloMCc/s320/1156854454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162454287097836962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Get some stick on notes and write why you love your beloved. It             could be anything from "I love you because you make my life             meaningful" or just "Because its Wednesday!" Stick             them some place that they are sure to find them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S41H-otbI/AAAAAAAAAx8/TC4pTRt88EM/s1600-h/1156665727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S41H-otbI/AAAAAAAAAx8/TC4pTRt88EM/s320/1156665727.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162454295687771570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write out some funky one-liners about why you love them and place             them in a single line leading from the doorway to the bedroom. As             soon as he/she enters, declare your undying love for you beloved and             give them a warm surprise.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cut out some 10 business card size pieces of paper and write down             10 reasons why you love your beloved. Hide those cards all over the             house. Give a clue in each card where to find the next card and make             it look like a treasure hunt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You could make up a poem with "I love you because" as             every alternate line, followed by the reason. Make it like a collage             and give it to your beloved. You will see your loved one falling in             love with you all over again!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-1761815049500132525?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/1761815049500132525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=1761815049500132525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/1761815049500132525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/1761815049500132525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/02/tips-for-writing-love-notes.html' title='Tips for Writing Love Notes'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S40X-otZI/AAAAAAAAAxs/Y_ePcjyiyOM/s72-c/1156854398.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-7422748916010272836</id><published>2008-02-02T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:34.069-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>10 Best Love Letter Ideas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S0rH-otWI/AAAAAAAAAxU/82YY1kwMSQI/s1600-h/wall_large3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S0rH-otWI/AAAAAAAAAxU/82YY1kwMSQI/s320/wall_large3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162449725842568546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most thoughtful present that can be given to your         beloved is a love letter. Your true feelings can be better expressed by         putting them down in words. But does the thought of writing a love         letter bring back memories of Grade 3 English classes? Fear not, for we         bring you 10 best love letter ideas to surprise your beloved. These         popular love letter ideas will equip you better to pour your heart out         in the traditional style of expressing your love. Read further to get         ideas for writing love letters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S0qn-otVI/AAAAAAAAAxM/SJZ91x7xqUM/s1600-h/1193819280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S0qn-otVI/AAAAAAAAAxM/SJZ91x7xqUM/s320/1193819280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162449717252633938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best idea is to write a letter that sounds like fairytale.             Begin with the typical, "once upon a time…" and write             the incidents that are memorable. Make a fantasy tale out of these             sweet memories of yours and place it in a location where you are             sure your beloved will find it. Do not forget to spray her favorite             perfume on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S0rX-otXI/AAAAAAAAAxc/fZnRA0zIBEE/s1600-h/wall_large6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S0rX-otXI/AAAAAAAAAxc/fZnRA0zIBEE/s320/wall_large6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162449730137535858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another idea is to write the story of a movie that is a favorite             of both of you. Instead of the actors, write your and your beloved's             name. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Close your eyes. Take deep breaths. Visualize your beloved. The             first time you met. The first time you hung out together. The first             time he/she held you close. The first time he/she cried in front of             you. Now relax. Write down what you feel about him/her after being             close for a good amount of time. This love letter is emotional,             heartfelt and most importantly, genuine. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can write a love letter based on your lover's prime             interests. Is he a techie guy? Is she into fine arts? Write             accordingly. You can even give nicknames associated with that             interest. If the guy is into sports say basketball, he wouldn't mind             being called Michael Jordan! Similarly if the girl is a die-hard             dancing fanatic, you can name her Shakira! Write what is it that             attracts you to him/her. The way he gives a stolen glance even              during the most nail biting slam-dunk during his favorite game or             the way she winks at you while practicing her moves.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you still cant write one and have problems expressing your             love on paper, no problems. You can always give an audio love             letter. Record your voice and make it sound as though you are drunk             on love. It may sound a bit exaggerated, but this is how true             feelings come out. Give soft background music. You can do it             yourself or get help from professionals or friends who know about             sound mixing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Humor breaks all barriers. Believe it or not, the same can be             applied to love. Yes, write a humorous love letter. But remember,             there is a difference between sarcasm and humor. Keep that in mind             and you can definitely write a funny love letter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write a love letter that looks like a things-to-do list. Begin             with a sentence like "10 reasons why I love you" and write             down your reasons in points. Don't forget to make small hearts in             the corners just to make it look a bit different from a real             things-to-do list! Stick it on the fridge or some place where your             beloved is sure to find it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write some of the mushiest dialogues from famous movies. The             movies may be classics (Casablanca, Gone with the Wind) and the more             modern ones (Jerry Maguire).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write a famous love song and dedicate it to your beloved. You can             find lyrics of some romantic songs in our section of romantic songs,             or you can write his/her favorite song.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last and the most important. Do not email or sms your love             letter. It is the most emotionless thing to do. Write it in your             handwriting on a perfumed sheet of paper. Use your creativity to             make it look nice and romantic. Your beloved will love you even more             for this.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S0rn-otYI/AAAAAAAAAxk/OGm6kS2tuyE/s1600-h/wall_large12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S0rn-otYI/AAAAAAAAAxk/OGm6kS2tuyE/s320/wall_large12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162449734432503170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-7422748916010272836?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/7422748916010272836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=7422748916010272836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/7422748916010272836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/7422748916010272836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/02/10-best-love-letter-ideas.html' title='10 Best Love Letter Ideas'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6S0rH-otWI/AAAAAAAAAxU/82YY1kwMSQI/s72-c/wall_large3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-155917902619399535</id><published>2008-02-02T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:34.880-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>How To Write a Love Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SxZH-otUI/AAAAAAAAAxE/DAZ2dbidaDI/s1600-h/F468_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SxZH-otUI/AAAAAAAAAxE/DAZ2dbidaDI/s320/F468_c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162446118070039874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The most ideal gift to give your beloved is a         handwritten love letter. This has many people going into a tizzy, as         they just don't seem to know as to how to write a love letter. Look no         further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SxYH-otQI/AAAAAAAAAwk/zpT9BG7BflQ/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SxYH-otQI/AAAAAAAAAwk/zpT9BG7BflQ/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162446100890170626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We bring the perfect solution for all you people out there who         seem to go blank when it comes to writing love letters. Go through our         selected romantic love letter ideas and write one for your beloved now!         Keep these ideas and tips in mind and you will do just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SxYX-otRI/AAAAAAAAAws/H2r9GL5DZ64/s1600-h/aish5_1024_040806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SxYX-otRI/AAAAAAAAAws/H2r9GL5DZ64/s320/aish5_1024_040806.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162446105185137938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;ul style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Personal is the keyword here. Make sure it is personal and does             not look like a scoop for a news article! It should be handwritten             and not printed or typed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The words should come from your heart. It not only sounds genuine             and warm, but it is what you really feel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let your beloved why is he/she so special and what is it about             them that you love so much. Tell them how they make your life             merrier just by their presence.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SxY3-otTI/AAAAAAAAAw8/mu07J3MeHgk/s1600-h/1156665723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SxY3-otTI/AAAAAAAAAw8/mu07J3MeHgk/s320/1156665723.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162446113775072562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Express your gratitude and thank them for being in your life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be tender and lavish love and affection.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Declare your love for them shall never die and you will always be             there for them no matter what. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do not exaggerate it unnecessarily as it may look fake and too             gaudy. Keep it natural and original. And please be sincere and             truthful about whatever you write.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SxYn-otSI/AAAAAAAAAw0/TcNKD7FzhLI/s1600-h/1280-flower199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SxYn-otSI/AAAAAAAAAw0/TcNKD7FzhLI/s320/1280-flower199.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162446109480105250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-155917902619399535?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/155917902619399535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=155917902619399535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/155917902619399535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/155917902619399535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-to-write-love-letter.html' title='How To Write a Love Letter'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SxZH-otUI/AAAAAAAAAxE/DAZ2dbidaDI/s72-c/F468_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-6499649229621282846</id><published>2008-02-02T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:36.369-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india cultural'/><title type='text'>Arranged cum Love Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SpGX-otLI/AAAAAAAAAv8/xok1awl9dbY/s1600-h/1_Trisha27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SpGX-otLI/AAAAAAAAAv8/xok1awl9dbY/s320/1_Trisha27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162436999854470322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Today in India the concept of love cum arranged         marriage is fast gaining popularity. The concept of love after marriage         is a beautiful feeling. Our Indian society is still not so advanced they         prefer love after marriage instead of love before marriage. In a married         life there are different stages of love. The romantic love, which exists         right after marriage is not the same twenty years after marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SpGH-otKI/AAAAAAAAAv0/KpwtgYO-NYk/s1600-h/tri171006_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SpGH-otKI/AAAAAAAAAv0/KpwtgYO-NYk/s320/tri171006_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162436995559503010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The         influence of the western culture has started a new trend of dating in         the metros of our country. Young girls and boys going out for date with         the person they like is a hottest trend now in the cities. But this         concept of falling in love is not so familiar in the interiors of our         country. Still in villages people prefer arrange marriages. Even in some         orthodox families in the cities people prefer to have arrange marriages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SpG3-otMI/AAAAAAAAAwE/BuEBqCPwR6k/s1600-h/r1hG9v050572-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SpG3-otMI/AAAAAAAAAwE/BuEBqCPwR6k/s320/r1hG9v050572-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162437008444404930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in case of love marriages you get the time to know each other, you         spend time together, you love each other and then get married but in         arrange marriages it is totally a different story all together. You         start loving a person after you get married. It may sound paradoxical to         someone who doesn't believe in the concept of love after marriage but         this is what used to happen earlier and even happening now in most of         the cases. Some people even say that arranged cum love marriage is more         successful then love marriage.&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;         If we take the examples of our parents we will see that almost everybody         had an arranged marriage and they fell in love after marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SpHX-otNI/AAAAAAAAAwM/KVmwCN6hpXg/s1600-h/sindhu+dulani12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SpHX-otNI/AAAAAAAAAwM/KVmwCN6hpXg/s320/sindhu+dulani12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162437017034339538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even         after twenty five to thirty years of married life they still love each         other. So it's not that you can love somebody then only you can marry.         You can marry and than start liking and eventually loving that person.         It is how you look into the matter. It is not necessary to know a person         than only you can love. You can love without even knowing. Love doesn't         come forcibly to anybody it just comes naturally. For loving somebody         you need to spend time together, you need to understand each other; you         need to be loyal to each other. There should be commitment, trust and         empathy in your relationship then only true love grows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SpHX-otOI/AAAAAAAAAwU/3Gi42ya3Xwk/s1600-h/QL9DKj810621-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SpHX-otOI/AAAAAAAAAwU/3Gi42ya3Xwk/s320/QL9DKj810621-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162437017034339554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;After marriage         when two unknown person start staying together naturally a kind of         bonding develops between them. And when you start spending time         together, understand each other's need and being more committed to each         other love is bound to happen. Physical attraction or love comes before         marriage but true unconditional love only comes only after long         relationship. Years after marriage people love each other and this is         because they have been committed to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SqCH-otPI/AAAAAAAAAwc/ovcq2o7BM5c/s1600-h/,m,,.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SqCH-otPI/AAAAAAAAAwc/ovcq2o7BM5c/s320/,m,,.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162438026351654130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any relationship grows         when you give time and effort to it. Love after marriage starts only         when you think the way your spouse think. You should be his or her         mirror image. So be it love or arranged cum love marriage the core         essence in both remains the same that is true unconditional love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-6499649229621282846?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/6499649229621282846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=6499649229621282846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/6499649229621282846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/6499649229621282846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/02/arranged-cum-love-marriage.html' title='Arranged cum Love Marriage'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SpGX-otLI/AAAAAAAAAv8/xok1awl9dbY/s72-c/1_Trisha27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-5110862433003144528</id><published>2008-02-02T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:38.177-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india cultural'/><title type='text'>Love vs. Arranged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SkWX-otHI/AAAAAAAAAvc/YuIf0HstjOQ/s1600-h/unnale050207_33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SkWX-otHI/AAAAAAAAAvc/YuIf0HstjOQ/s320/unnale050207_33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162431777174238322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Whenever we talk of Indian wedding we try to equate         it with arrange marriages. In India the social structure is such that we         associate Indian marriages mainly with arrange marriages. Most of us         have the feelings that arrange marriage is the concept of Indian         society. But history tells us that arranged marriages use to happen even         in the Victorian age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SjDn-otAI/AAAAAAAAAuk/n04Uxh-yBr4/s1600-h/kd120606_61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SjDn-otAI/AAAAAAAAAuk/n04Uxh-yBr4/s320/kd120606_61.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162430355540063234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The history of England tells us that most of the         kings and queens had arranged marriages. In India arrange marriages         originated when child marriages was customary in the country. Caste         system gave birth to arrange marriages, as the upper caste families         didn't want their children to marry outside their community and caste.         The concept of love marriage was a taboo in ancient India as India         always had a tradition of arranged marriages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SjEn-otBI/AAAAAAAAAus/BuSHArDB-0Q/s1600-h/images-vazhthugal-018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SjEn-otBI/AAAAAAAAAus/BuSHArDB-0Q/s320/images-vazhthugal-018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162430372719932434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after World War II and         industrial revolution people's perception started changing and they         became familiar with the concept of love marriages. In India the         influence of the British culture gave rise to love marriages. The idea,         which was once a taboo, became more open and acceptable in the Indian         society. But this change was seen only among the educated and high         society Indians. The rural parts of the country remained ignorant and         unaware of love marriages. In spite of the social changes arranged         marriage persisted.&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;         Love or arranged marriages is still a debatable topic in the Indian         society. People still debate on the issue, which one is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SjE3-otDI/AAAAAAAAAu8/V2pKOc7Oegk/s1600-h/asin17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SjE3-otDI/AAAAAAAAAu8/V2pKOc7Oegk/s320/asin17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162430377014899762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;What         should be the basis of the marriage love or social norms? We are still         confused about these issues. Education and media played a vital role in         changing the perception of the Indian mind. As people started thinking         beyond the social customs and traditions of arranged marriages. They         realized that they have the right to choose their life partner without         any kind of social pressure. It is after all their life. They can decide         without having to rely on parents, relatives and matchmakers. This         change in the mental set up of the people gave birth to love marriages.         Now in India people are open to love marriages. It is no more forbidden         in the society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SjFH-otEI/AAAAAAAAAvE/1JWd2NVq5Jg/s1600-h/15042005_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SjFH-otEI/AAAAAAAAAvE/1JWd2NVq5Jg/s320/15042005_14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162430381309867074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our country we are having both love and arranged         marriages. If we start comparing love and arranged marriages we will see         that both has certain pros and cons. But the common factor in both the         concept is physical attraction. When a man and a woman go out on their         first date physical attraction is the deciding factor. Same in case of         arranged marriage where the relation starts only after the girl or boy         likes each other. But there are certain things, which are found in love         marriages and not in arranged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SkV3-otFI/AAAAAAAAAvM/UthJ-mskj9c/s1600-h/bgfb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SkV3-otFI/AAAAAAAAAvM/UthJ-mskj9c/s320/bgfb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162431768584303698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Like spending time together and getting         to know each other. Because when you have decided to spend the life         together it is important you know the person. There should be metal         compatibility and understanding among both of you. And this happens when         you spend time together. On this people may argue that even after         knowing each other for so long than why people get divorced after         marriage. It is because when two people are in love they are at their         best to impress each other. They behave, they talk and they wear what         the other person likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SjEn-otCI/AAAAAAAAAu0/lYm3uDLBUPk/s1600-h/Vazhthukkal040108_109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SjEn-otCI/AAAAAAAAAu0/lYm3uDLBUPk/s320/Vazhthukkal040108_109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162430372719932450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is after marriage that you get to know         the real person. There are couples who are still discovering each other         even after twenty years of their marriage. This is the actual beauty of         a relationship where everyday you discover a new thing about your         partner.&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;         In case of arranged marriages the relation starts when the girl and the         boy get to know each other in a couple of meeting before the final         commitment. Before deciding anything the parents check the family         background and financial stability. Which is also very important. As         most of the people have an idea that those who go for arranged marriages         are not in an advantageous position but it's not so you may get the         right person for whom you have been waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SkWX-otGI/AAAAAAAAAvU/j2WZCrV_sGM/s1600-h/vri2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SkWX-otGI/AAAAAAAAAvU/j2WZCrV_sGM/s320/vri2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162431777174238306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in love marriages         after many years of courtship people find their partner not suitable and         they break up. So it is not about spending time together but successful         marriage is all about understanding and respecting each other's         feelings, love and concern. It is argued that love marriages offer more         independence and freedom as compared to arranged marriages since both of         them knows each other so the social pressure and family pressure is         less. If you know somebody before marriage it allows partners to have         better respect and understanding for each other's needs and desires. In         love marriages expectations are more compared to arrange marriages, as         they know each other and want their partner to act in the best possible         manner.&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SlsX-otII/AAAAAAAAAvk/GdPJUjv_TL4/s1600-h/unnale170407_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SlsX-otII/AAAAAAAAAvk/GdPJUjv_TL4/s320/unnale170407_21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162433254642988162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Arranged marriages, offer more protection, security to the women. As the         parents decides the family. Parents make use of maturity and wise         decision while choosing suitable spouses for their children. The mature         decision of parents sometimes helps to make the right choice. But it         doesn't mean that arranged marriages are ideal marriages. Even in an         arranged marriage there is a different sort of social pressure. Social         evils like dowry, caste system, matching of horoscopes and community         issues are taken at such extreme levels that people don't support         arranged marriages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SmTn-otJI/AAAAAAAAAvs/LBH1utxQpyk/s1600-h/unnale_60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SmTn-otJI/AAAAAAAAAvs/LBH1utxQpyk/s320/unnale_60.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162433928952853650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whether it is love or arranged ultimately it is         up to the individual to decide, which one to go for. Love or arranged         both is based on empathy, responsibility, commitment, love and concern.         So it's not just about initial love and attraction it needs a lot of         dedication and effort to sustain a marriage. So there is nothing like an         ideal marriage it's all about the way you perceive your marriage. After         all you should be happy with your life partner irrespective of love or         arranged marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-5110862433003144528?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/5110862433003144528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=5110862433003144528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/5110862433003144528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/5110862433003144528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-vs-arranged.html' title='Love vs. Arranged'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6SkWX-otHI/AAAAAAAAAvc/YuIf0HstjOQ/s72-c/unnale050207_33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-8508479863202974903</id><published>2008-02-01T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:39.098-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india cultural'/><title type='text'>Love Marriages</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Happy marriages begin when we marry the         ones we love, and they blossom when we love the ones we marry." Tom         Mullen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6L3sH-osvI/AAAAAAAAAr0/bX-BuZAanLM/s1600-h/azhagiya221007_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6L3sH-osvI/AAAAAAAAAr0/bX-BuZAanLM/s320/azhagiya221007_9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161960460348076786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;         Whenever we try to find out the relationship between love and marriage         both seems to be synonymous. Love is a dream and marriage is a reality.         And when both dream and reality comes together it is the best thing that         can happen to a person. Have we ever tried to find out what is love         actually? Love is the subtle emotional wave within us, which is         perennial in this world of death and decay. When we fall in love         everything seems different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6L3s3-oswI/AAAAAAAAAr8/ueqOIFD1Y-Y/s1600-h/Copy+of+vyabari190207_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6L3s3-oswI/AAAAAAAAAr8/ueqOIFD1Y-Y/s320/Copy+of+vyabari190207_14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161960473232978690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;We start liking and feeling good about         things we have overlooked earlier. We feel like we are on a joy ride and         everything seems beautiful. The company of the person we love can make         the most mundane chores seem like an exciting job. And these feelings of         love is not seen later on when you are married to the person you love.         So one side love is the feeling, which every one of us wants to         experience and marriage is something, which calls for commitment and         effort. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;         Any long-term successful relationship calls for effort and hard work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6L3tH-osxI/AAAAAAAAAsE/gYGypXEIzLE/s1600-h/still081005_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6L3tH-osxI/AAAAAAAAAsE/gYGypXEIzLE/s320/still081005_10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161960477527946002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;So         when we decide to spend the rest of our life together by getting married         than only the actual love starts. Love is more like a wonderful feeling,         which we all like to experience on the other hand marriage calls for         understanding and daily effort. We constantly need to nurture our         feelings. It requires mutual respect for each other and time and         attention as any other aspect of life. Love marriage can be the best         thing if there is effort and commitment from both the side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;         Love marriages have both pros and cons. It gives us time to know the         person with whom we have decided to spend the entire life. We can         understand each other in a better manner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6L3tX-osyI/AAAAAAAAAsM/ghMpMMFfxn4/s1600-h/satham-images020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6L3tX-osyI/AAAAAAAAAsM/ghMpMMFfxn4/s320/satham-images020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161960481822913314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;On the other hand we start         liking each other the way we want to see him or her. And later on after&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;marriage when they behave the way they are it becomes difficult for us         to accept. But if you really love somebody than you need to nurture your         relation daily. Every relation has certain demands and certain needs to         be met if it is to thrive and endure. So if you want to make your love         marriage a success than give your marriage some more time and commitment         you will see it blooming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;         If your first love is your life partner than you are the blessed soul on         this earth. There is nothing more you can ask for. As love is a feeling,         which is experienced best when you are married. A happy marriage will         always demand love, empathy, trust, faithfulness and commitment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6L6pX-oszI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xCMtWdUdj7E/s1600-h/godfather040306_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6L6pX-oszI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xCMtWdUdj7E/s320/godfather040306_8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161963711638319922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If you         and your partner can exchange these feelings than to sustain your         marriage will be really effortless. Love is a magical experience, which         ignites passion in human hearts and leaves an impact not possible to         calculate. The concept of love is best understood when you spend the         entire life with the person you loved. Because you get to share every         aspect of love it gives you a sense of fulfillment. So next time when         you think of love marriages also think of the responsibility and effort,         which you have to put in to make your marriage a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6L6pn-os0I/AAAAAAAAAsc/9LOjmnMICbI/s1600-h/godfather040306_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6L6pn-os0I/AAAAAAAAAsc/9LOjmnMICbI/s320/godfather040306_16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161963715933287234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-8508479863202974903?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/8508479863202974903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=8508479863202974903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/8508479863202974903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/8508479863202974903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-marriages.html' title='Love Marriages'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R6L3sH-osvI/AAAAAAAAAr0/bX-BuZAanLM/s72-c/azhagiya221007_9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-6962775012221536148</id><published>2008-01-28T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:40.610-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>The Story of TRISTAN &amp; ISOLDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R54LTn-orfI/AAAAAAAAAg0/KjyMnpfr4NE/s1600-h/Tristan_and_Isolde_wallpaper3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R54LTn-orfI/AAAAAAAAAg0/KjyMnpfr4NE/s320/Tristan_and_Isolde_wallpaper3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160574654790282738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" &gt;n 780 A.D., in Ireland, a warrior prince by    the name of Drust was born. His mother died during the ordeal, and so he    became known as Tristan, from tristesse, meaning sorrow. How much of the    rest of this story is true and how much belongs to the skill of the    great Welsh troubadours no one really knows.&lt;br /&gt;  Tristan's father was a great knight, but Tristan never knew him. He died    in a fight before Tristan was born. After the death of his mother,    Tristan was taken to live with relatives in another land. He    demonstrated an exceptional skill as a hunter at a very early age, but    otherwise lived unremarkably until pirates kidnapped him at the age of    10. He managed to escape, but was swept away by the sea and washed up on    the shore of a strange land. He made his way to a forest, where he    survived by his incredible skill as a hunter.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R54Jn3-orbI/AAAAAAAAAgU/e4atLSnFpSY/s1600-h/Tristan_and_Isolde_wallpaper4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R54Jn3-orbI/AAAAAAAAAgU/e4atLSnFpSY/s320/Tristan_and_Isolde_wallpaper4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160572803659378098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" &gt;  Soon, rumors of a wild boy living in the woods began to spread. Tristan    was captured and brought to the court of King Mark. A year later, a    distant relative of King Mark's came to visit in search of the boy he    had raised since birth. Shortly, Tristan was reunited with his guardian,    but he decided to stay at the court of his uncle, King Mark, in hopes of    becoming a knight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seven years later -  having proved himself as the worthiest of the knights of King Mark - Tristan  would face his greatest challenge. An enormous knight named Morold would be  visiting soon. Every seven years, Morold would appear at the court of King Mark  demanding a tribute of young men and girls. The tribute was always paid, since  no champion dared to face Morold alone, and to tackle him any other way would be  ignoble.&lt;br /&gt;In Tristan, King Mark had finally found a hero unafraid, even zealous, to meet  Morold.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R54JoH-orcI/AAAAAAAAAgc/FNd2pRzfkPY/s1600-h/Tristan_and_Isolde_wallpaper5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R54JoH-orcI/AAAAAAAAAgc/FNd2pRzfkPY/s320/Tristan_and_Isolde_wallpaper5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160572807954345410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The moment Morold felt the arm of Tristan, he knew he had met a man like no  other he had known, but Morold fought on confidently. Before long, Tristan  received a slight wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I expected more from you," said Morold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You expect this trickling of blood to stop me," said Tristan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"You'll feel the pain of your wound soon enough. This sword is not what it  seems. Dipped in a poison of my own making. No one can cure you but my sister,  Isolde, and you'll find no comfort there. Though we are different, my sister and  I are two sides of the same coin, each the other's sworn protector."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well then," said Tristan, lunging, "I am not the only one who will die today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The faster your blood races, the more the poison flows."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then I will move quicker still."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R54LTX-oreI/AAAAAAAAAgs/vLPmJzncU7M/s1600-h/Tristan_and_Isolde_wallpaper12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R54LTX-oreI/AAAAAAAAAgs/vLPmJzncU7M/s320/Tristan_and_Isolde_wallpaper12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160574650495315426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tristan cracked the skull of Morold with his sword, then collapsed next to the  fallen giant. Exhausted and already ill, Tristan was not yet ready to die. He  knew of a Queen Isolde whose land was not far. Reasoning her to be the sister of  Morold, he traveled to her castle disguised as a minstrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How Tristan survived the journey is impossible to say, but his magnificent body  had grown haggard and weak by the time he arrived at the castle of Queen Isolde.  Still, he managed to pull himself to his feet before the Queen and beg for an  opportunity to speak. In a polite manner, he explained that he had been bitten  by a snake and was dying. But he had heard of the sweet healing touch of the  beautiful queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Princess and the Queen were impressed by Tristan's fine manners, so noble  for a minstrel on the verge of death. The Princess was assigned the task of  nursing the boy back to health.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R54LTH-ordI/AAAAAAAAAgk/3Zx-sKPYw5g/s1600-h/Tristan_and_Isolde_wallpaper10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R54LTH-ordI/AAAAAAAAAgk/3Zx-sKPYw5g/s320/Tristan_and_Isolde_wallpaper10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160574646200348114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As Tristan's vigor returned, a palpable attraction to the Princess could be  observed, which was a source of some concern for the Queen. A Princess, thought  the Queen, should find better ways to occupy her time than consorting with  minstrels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meanwhile, Tristan decided to send word back to King Mark informing his uncle of  his improving condition. The very ideal of chivalry, Tristan was an accomplished  musician and poet. Inspired by the unsurpassed beauty of Isolde, he constructed  tender verses in her honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moved by the gorgeous poetry, King Mark remembered his people's need for a  queen. He sent word to Queen Isolde, who was thrilled by the prospect of her  daughter's marriage to a powerful King. If the girl must waste her time toying  with minstrels, let her do it as a well-married queen. But the Queen decided to  keep her plans a secret, to surprise her daughter with the good news when the  deal was set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then the body of Morold was brought back to the castle of Isolde. Upon seeing  it, the Queen and the Princess vowed revenge upon "whomsoever did this heinous  deed." Avenging the death of Morold was the solemn duty of his relatives, a pact  made by a priest at the birth of the Queen and her brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing the body for burial, Princess Isolde noticed a small chunk of metal  lodged in his skull. She removed it, hoping someday to use the evidence to  discover his killer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R54Jn3-orbI/AAAAAAAAAgU/e4atLSnFpSY/s1600-h/Tristan_and_Isolde_wallpaper4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R54Jn3-orbI/AAAAAAAAAgU/e4atLSnFpSY/s320/Tristan_and_Isolde_wallpaper4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160572803659378098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One afternoon, the Princess found Tristan's sword and noticed a piece of metal  missing from it. Matching up the fragment taken from her uncle's skull, she  realized, to her horror, that the killer was the fair minstrel she had grown so  fond of - obviously no ordinary minstrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She had no choice. She must kill Tristan. But she could not bare the thought.  She had grown so fond of the boy. She resolved to follow the only honorable  course she could see; she would kill Tristan, then kill herself. She might be  dead, but she would be well remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She chose poisoned wine as the method. She informed only her loyal servant,  Brangane, of the plot. But Brangane, whose duty would have been to commit  suicide along with her mistress, considered love preferable to death and  switched the poison crystals for the crystals of a love potion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Princess poured the crystal laden wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why so melancholy, Princess?" Tristan asked, his own spirits soaring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"To fate," she said, lifting her cup. They drank, unleashing an unrelenting  passion, a love without care of consequences, without regard for any obstacle.  Surely such emotions do not belong to crystals alone, but sparked by magic or  fate, a seething insatiable love began to move inexorably towards its end,  sweeping Tristan and Isolde along with it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R54JUn-orZI/AAAAAAAAAgE/zdJ_Tz0e0cw/s1600-h/Tristan_and_Isolde_wallpaper2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R54JUn-orZI/AAAAAAAAAgE/zdJ_Tz0e0cw/s320/Tristan_and_Isolde_wallpaper2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160572472946896274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As the unsuspecting Tristan sipped his wine, the messengers of King Mark were  speeding towards him with news of the King's impending nuptials - and Tristan's  next assignment: to escort the King's new bride to her new home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By elaborate scheme, Tristan and Isolde managed to avoid the wedding night  horror of her in the bed of King Mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rumors of a possible affair between the beautiful two had begun to trickle back  to the ears of Mark. King Mark was said to possess "the ears of an ass," perhaps  suggesting "he heard all" or at least, didn't miss much. Suspicious, he decided  to put Isolde to the test, a trial by fire. His young bride would swear her  fidelity to him then place her hands on a red-hot iron. Her truthful words would  protect her from the searing metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Attending the ordeal, Tristan disguised himself as a tattered pilgrim.  Approaching the King, Isolde stumbled into the arms of the dusty palmer. When  questioned, Isolde claimed no man had lain hands on her "save this poor pilgrim  here." She survived the ordeal unscathed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R54JnH-oraI/AAAAAAAAAgM/IiUmMbMvrIQ/s1600-h/legendary_love_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R54JnH-oraI/AAAAAAAAAgM/IiUmMbMvrIQ/s320/legendary_love_sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160572790774476194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Faithful Brangane took Isolde's place in King Mark's wedding bed. Brangane  covered her face, claiming her purity and the traditions of her land required  such modesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resorting to all sorts of similar trickery, Tristan and Isolde yielded to their  passions, but King Mark and his ears grew more and more alert. Once he found the  two of them lying in a forest with a naked sword between them. Once he stabbed  Tristan in the back with a knife while the boy composed a song for his fair  queen. Tristan survived the wound, but Mark could stand no more of the rumors  and banished him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recognizing his guilt, Tristan accepted his fate and set out to accomplish many  great deeds in the name of King Mark and the fair queen Isolde. The fame of  Tristan spread far and wide and he joined King Arthur's Knights of the Round  Table, but he could find no solace. In Brittany, he met a beautiful maiden with  extraordinarily white hands whose name by coincidence was also Isolde (an  extremely popular name for the time, apparently.) Tristan married Isolde of the  White Hands but never consummated the marriage. Instead he set off to fight a  dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The battle, like any mortal combat, was grim, glorious and brutal in its  finality. Tristan prevailed, but was badly wounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As he lay dying in the seaside castle he shared with Isolde of the White Hands,  he sent word to his beloved Isolde, knowing that only she could cure him. He  instructed his messenger to hoist white sails above the ship upon its return if  Isolde was on board, black sails if she was not. Thus he would know if his one  true love would come back to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As the ship sailed in, Tristan lay too weak to raise his head. He asked Isolde  of the White Hands if the sails were white or black. The big white sails  billowed majestically against the crisp blue sky, but his jealous wife replied,  "black." Tristan died of a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Upon finding his body, the spirit of his beloved Isolde departed this earth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-6962775012221536148?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/6962775012221536148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=6962775012221536148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/6962775012221536148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/6962775012221536148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/01/story-of-tristan-isolde.html' title='The Story of TRISTAN &amp; ISOLDE'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R54LTn-orfI/AAAAAAAAAg0/KjyMnpfr4NE/s72-c/Tristan_and_Isolde_wallpaper3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-6212115920080647427</id><published>2008-01-28T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:40.751-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>The Story of  ORPHEUS &amp; EUREDICE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R54FjX-orRI/AAAAAAAAAfE/RuO6bkqyC3A/s1600-h/orpheus_euredice_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R54FjX-orRI/AAAAAAAAAfE/RuO6bkqyC3A/s320/orpheus_euredice_sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160568328303455506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" &gt;Eurydice - wife of Orpheus, the greatest    musician in all of Athens -died from the bite of a snake. Orpheus found    solace in his lyre, wringing from the instrument a melody so beautiful    the whole world stilled to listen. Even the guardians at the gates of    the underworld were lulled into a trance by the sweet music.&lt;br /&gt;  Orpheus walked passed the guardians, descending the spiral staircase    into the bowels of the earth, his eyes stinging from the sulfurous    smoke. Ghosts came thronging to the sound of his lyre, and the furies    themselves were mesmerized. A vulture paused above the giant body of    Tityus, no longer pecking at his liver. Sisyphus stopped to sit upon the    rock he was condemned to push. Orpheus found Hades and his wife,    Persephone, by the river Styxx. Hades was not amused.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" &gt;  "We don't get many visitors," said the Lord of the Dead. His wife,    Persephone - goddess of spring who spent half the year with her husband    in Hell - was enchanted by the beautiful music. It reminded her of    herself. She begged Hades to give the musician a chance to speak.&lt;br /&gt;  Orpheus said nothing, for his eyes had found Eurydice.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" &gt;  Persophone gathered his meaning and begged her husband to allow the two    mortals to return to the surface. Hades had but one weakness. He was    easily bored.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  "One condition, Orpheus," he said. "Don't look back."&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=c9e87a2c04a9c3af732d360719f783d9-2.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/c9e87a2c04a9c3af732d360719f783d9-2.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" &gt;  Orpheus and Eurydice ascended the great spiral staircase, their spirits    lifting with each step. The light of living earth loomed in front of    them. Eurydice squeezed Orpheus' hand. He looked back.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" &gt;  Her eyes registered the moment immediately, though it took a few moments    for her body to be vaporized. Her sweet voice disappeared last. Orpheus    stood alone on the surface of the world.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" &gt;  His lyre was less solace now, though the music was no less beautiful. He    wanted only to be left alone in a barren rocky place, but his music    lifted flowers from the craggy rocks. Trees bloomed. The hearts of the    wild beasts were tamed. Fierce tigers lay down with cattle, wolves with    sheep, eagles with trembling doves.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" &gt;  There were others enchanted by the sensuous music as well. Women of    every variety flocked to Orpheus. He wanted nothing to do with any of    them. He wanted only to treasure the memory of his lost Eurydice.    Finally Orpheus was set upon by a pack of wild women who tore him limb    from limb, tossing his head into a nearby stream.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" &gt;  His head bobbed out to sea, his cold tongue in his still gapping mouth    calling out: "Eurydice! My poor Eurydice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-6212115920080647427?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/6212115920080647427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=6212115920080647427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/6212115920080647427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/6212115920080647427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/01/story-of-orpheus-euredice.html' title='The Story of  ORPHEUS &amp; EUREDICE'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R54FjX-orRI/AAAAAAAAAfE/RuO6bkqyC3A/s72-c/orpheus_euredice_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-1212526934105951877</id><published>2008-01-28T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T08:31:52.775-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='srory vidio'/><title type='text'>ANTONY &amp; CLEOPATRA Vidio</title><content type='html'>The Deaths of Antony &amp;amp; Cleopatra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2X9ZpNQTXXg&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2X9ZpNQTXXg&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antony &amp;amp; Cleopatra Meet in Rome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gacl8v0etCI&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gacl8v0etCI&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-1212526934105951877?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/1212526934105951877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=1212526934105951877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/1212526934105951877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/1212526934105951877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/01/antony-cleopatra-vidio.html' title='ANTONY &amp; CLEOPATRA Vidio'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-8452740457453247823</id><published>2008-01-28T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:41.099-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>The Story of ANTONY &amp; CLEOPATRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R54BrH-orQI/AAAAAAAAAe8/UxZal9Bjixs/s1600-h/cleopatra_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R54BrH-orQI/AAAAAAAAAe8/UxZal9Bjixs/s320/cleopatra_sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160564063400930562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When Cleopatra heard that the strapping  red-haired general was waiting for her in her foray, she greeted the news with a  smile. She had first met Mark Antony many years before in Egypt, when she was  only a child. She had liked him from the start. Now he was one of her only  friends in Rome. The two shared one compelling bond: Both were fiercely loyal to  her lover, the great Julius Ceasar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The moment she laid eyes on Antony, her  smile faded. His face gave her the grim news before his words. Julius Caesar was  dead, murdered by his own council. Cleopatra and her son, Caesarion, were in  terrible danger. There was no time to lose. They must get out of Rome  immediately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cleopatra had married Caesar in Egypt.  Though the union was not recognized in Rome, Caesarion was Caesar's only son. A  child of three, he would be a threat to those who wanted to rule in Caesar's  place as long as he lived. Worse, the Roman populace universally despised his  mother. Cleopatra was blamed for Caesar's excessive ambition, his desire to  convert Rome from a republic to a monarchy with himself as king and Caesarion as  his heir. Some claimed she had bewitched Caesar with African magic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In truth, Cleopatra was not really  African. She was Macedonian (Greek), descended from the man Caesar admired most,  Alexander the Great. Though blonde and fair - she wore a dark wig in public as  part of her ceremonial headdress - Cleopatra was hardly a classical beauty. But  she possessed more than pedigree and wealth. To present herself before Caesar  for the first time, she rolled herself up in Persian rug. She managed more than  a clever introduction, averting an assassin's knife in process. She was bright,  clever, resourceful and - most of all - original. There was little doubt that  Caesar truly loved her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Caesar was a temperate man, a serious thinker and philosopher, a man who walked  upon the world stage - and knew it. He was a man who courted history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He had but one weakness. An epileptic since birth, his seizures grew worse under  stress, striking often at the most inopportune times. Caesar was terribly  embarrassed by his infirmary, but in Cleopatra he discovered a partner who could  nurse him through his illness, shield him from the public eye and even make  decisions in his stead. In a sense, his weakness drew them closer, forming an  indelible bond of trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Antony's response to Cleopatra's danger was probably based as much upon his  loyalty to Caesar as anything else. There is no evidence that any relationship  beyond friendship existed between Antony and Cleopatra before the assassination  of Caesar. Still, Antony was taking a considerable risk. As Caesar's favorite  general he would be part of the Triumvirate chosen to rule in Caesar's stead.  His alliance with the unpopular Cleopatra would galvanize a score of bitter  enemies against him in Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;However, in the moments following Caesar's bloody murder, all Antony could think  of was getting Cleopatra and young Caesarion out of Rome. Legend has it that  Antony disguised himself as a pregnant beggar woman, strapping little Caesarion  to his belly. The muscular Antony would have made a rather imposing beggar  woman, but the ruse apparently worked. In rags, Antony, Cleopatra and Caesarion  were smuggled aboard a mercantile ship, eventually making their way safely back  to Egypt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In the majestic Egyptian capital, Alexandria, the romance of Antony and  Cleopatra blossomed. They were married on the Nile, though Antony had not  divorced his Roman wife. Of course, Cleopatra needed him for Caesarion, for  herself, for the plans she had made with Caesar. He would betray her once, but  he would come back. In the end, he would risk everything for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Her love for him was as fiery as his red curly hair, and as difficult to  control. He drank too much. He enjoyed the company of his soldier friends. The  royal couple was known to engage in fierce shouting matches. But they produced  three beautiful children: the heavenly twins Cleopatra Selene (the Moon) and  Alexander Helios (the Sun) and the baby Ptolemy Philadelphus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Antony was an intelligent man and a competent general, but he was no Caesar, a  fact that weighed upon him - and his wife. In truth, both Antony and Cleopatra  lived in Caesar's shadow. It would cost them their kingdoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In their crucial showdown with Octavian, Antony's brother-in-law and their enemy  in Rome, they were at odds about what to do. Cleopatra wanted Antony to lead the  attack by sea, giving the glory to Egypt, which possessed an impressive navy.  But Antony, primarily a field commander, still owned the loyalty of his old  Roman legions. He wanted to be on the ground, leading the charge with his  familiar troops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And he wanted Caesarion to stay at home in Alexandria. Octavian would kill  Caesarion at the first opportunity. But Cleopatra's dreams of glory had ignited  a fierce passion within her. She wanted Caesarion by her side, and Antony too.  She felt a confidence she had not known since Caesar's death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Of course, Caesar would never have agreed to such a ridiculous plot. Nor would  Cleopatra have pressed him so diligently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The battle began well enough for Egypt, with the ship of Cleopatra and Caesarion  leading one flank and Antony's ship leading the other. But the smaller Roman  boats soon outmaneuvered the large Egyptian ships. As the battle began to turn,  Cleopatra feared for Caesarion. He was 17 now. She had wanted him to experience  the glory of his first great victory. Now, she just wanted to get him out of  there. She turned her ship to flee, wishing only to protect her son.  Inexplicably, Antony followed. From the shore, Antony's loyal troops watched  their leader sail away from the raging battle on the tail of the Queen of the  Nile. Disheartened, they surrendered to their former compatriots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Loyalty to Antony could be forgiven, Octavian reassured them, now that they had  seen the error of their ways. Soon the united Roman legions were ready to march  against Alexandria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Word was sent to Cleopatra. Egypt stood no chance against the combined Roman  forces. Turn Antony over, Octavian wrote. Spare everyone a costly battle. Remain  as Queen of Egypt. All that needed to be done was to turn Antony over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Octavian, soon to be the Emperor Augustus, was not nearly so charmed by  Cleopatra as Caesar and Antony had been. But he felt he knew her pretty well.  Ambitious, but practical, he knew nothing had come easily to Cleopatra. Her own  sister had tried to kill her. She had needed a keen survival instinct to get  this far. Surely, she would accept his offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;By this time, Antony was a ruin of a man. Within days he would fall upon his own  sword. But Octavian had underestimated Cleopatra. She would never betray her  husband, no matter how hopeless the cause. She smuggled Caesarion out of the  country, erroneously believing him to be in safe hands (Ceasarion was murdered  by his own tutor). When Antony killed himself, Cleopatra resolved not to be  taken back to Rome in chains to be humiliated in front of the venomous crowd.  With the help of her clever daughter, Selene, a poisonous cobra was secretly  slipped past the guard. Cleopatra put the snake to her throat and died in her  bed like a Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cleopatra's son, Helios, was killed by Octavian. Selene and little Ptolemy were  brought to Rome in chains to march in Octavian's triumphal procession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sitting in the audience was Juba, a former African prince who himself had been  brought to Rome in chains as a child of six. Like most prisoners, Juba was to be  sent to the dungeons after the procession, where he would die of starvation or  be eaten by rats. But the terrified child had refused to cry and conducted  himself with such intelligence and poise that he captured the eye of Octavian,  who spared his life. Now age 23, he had become a favorite of the Roman court and  a personal friend of the great poet Ovid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Juba watched the garish display - the armies, the horses, the magnificent wild  beasts, the doomed prisoners, the little orphans in chains, dusty tear stained  faces, legs giving out. They couldn't take it much longer, he knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A trumpet blared, frightening the horse of Tiberius, Octavian's 13-year-old  nephew. The horse backed into Ptolemy. Selene screamed, throwing her arms around  her brother. Juba sprang from his seat, racing onto the Via Sacra and snatching  the small boy into his arms. Then he turned to the sobbing Selene. "I know  you're scared," he said, "but remember who you are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Perhaps moved by the scene, or the courage Selene would exhibit from that point  on, Octavian spared the lives of Cleopatra's children, raising them in his own  house with his own nephews and nieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Selene would eventually marry Juba and the two of them would go on to rule a new  nation in Africa and built a city of dreams. Their life would be the stuff of  legends. But, that's another story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-8452740457453247823?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/8452740457453247823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=8452740457453247823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/8452740457453247823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/8452740457453247823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/01/story-of-antony-cleopatra.html' title='The Story of ANTONY &amp; CLEOPATRA'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R54BrH-orQI/AAAAAAAAAe8/UxZal9Bjixs/s72-c/cleopatra_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-4843751433886298343</id><published>2008-01-28T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:41.293-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>The Story of CLAIRE de LUNE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R53-cn-orPI/AAAAAAAAAe0/rJogZw5_Tb0/s1600-h/claire_de_lune.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R53-cn-orPI/AAAAAAAAAe0/rJogZw5_Tb0/s320/claire_de_lune.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160560515757944050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Story of CLAIRE de LUNE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Based on the play by William Shakespeare, as told by Bart Marks&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" &gt;The Duke of Picardy had dreamt of a woman so    radiant that her beauty would not fade with the sun.&lt;br /&gt;  Late one evening, while out riding his steed, the Duke spotted Claire de    Lune, a nymph, dancing in a meadow under the silver light of the moon.    Enchanted, the Duke charged after her, but the wily nymph ran into the    forest. Recklessly plowing through the tangled grove, the Duke collided    with an overhanging tree branch, throwing him from his horse.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" &gt;  Undaunted, the Duke scrambled to his feet, chasing the fleeting glimpse    of Claire's flowing gown. She seemed to disappear behind one tree trunk    - only to reappear from behind another. Still, the Duke followed.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" &gt;  Deep within the dark forest, the Duke found himself surrounded by    nymphs, each possessing her own mysterious charms. But the Duke only had    eyes for Claire. The other nymphs were rendered invisible to him, and    the Duke found Claire, begging her to marry him.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" &gt;  At last, she relented, but only on the condition that he never question    her or ask where she goes. Thoroughly bewitched, the Duke agreed.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" &gt;  The wedding night for the Duke and Claire was magical, and the magic    continued night after night. Friends and servants of the Duke declared    that they had never seen him so happy. But one evening, as the moon    began to wane, the Duke awoke to find Claire was no longer with him. He    cried out for her, but she did not answer.&lt;br /&gt;  In the ensuing days, he could think of nothing but her. He longed for    her. Each night, he prayed for her return.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" &gt;  And just as a sliver of moon was reborn in the sky, the Duke felt a    presence behind him. He turned to find his beloved Claire. He was so    overjoyed to see her that he kept his promise not to question her. But    the cycle continued, each month Claire disappearing with the waning moon    only to reappear as the moon awakened in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-4843751433886298343?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4843751433886298343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=4843751433886298343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/4843751433886298343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/4843751433886298343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/01/story-of-claire-de-lune.html' title='The Story of CLAIRE de LUNE'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R53-cn-orPI/AAAAAAAAAe0/rJogZw5_Tb0/s72-c/claire_de_lune.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-5054577427476867808</id><published>2008-01-28T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:42.438-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Titanic Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R535En-orJI/AAAAAAAAAeE/5Ei2zXBuDRs/s1600-h/titanic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R535En-orJI/AAAAAAAAAeE/5Ei2zXBuDRs/s320/titanic1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160554605882944658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;John Harper was born to a pair of solid Christian parents on May       29th,       1872.  It was on the last Sunday of March 1886, when he was thirteen       years old that he received Jesus as the Lord of his life. He never knew       what it was to"sow his wild oats." He began to preach about four       years       later at the ripe old age of 17 years old by going down to the streets       of his village and pouring out his soul in earnest entreaty for men to       be reconciled to God.       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R535FH-orKI/AAAAAAAAAeM/E5T7plYF2iY/s1600-h/titanic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R535FH-orKI/AAAAAAAAAeM/E5T7plYF2iY/s320/titanic2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160554614472879266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      As John Harper's life unfolded, one thing was apparent...he was consumed       by the word of God. When asked by various ministers what his doctrine            consisted of, he was known to reply "The Word of God!" After       five or six       years of toiling on street corners preaching the gospel and working in       the mill during the day, Harper was taken in by Rev. E. A. Carter of       Baptist Pioneer Mission in London, England. This set Harper free to       devote his whole time of energy to the work so dear to his heart. Soon,       John Harper started his own church in September of 1896. (Now known as       the Harper Memorial Church.) This church which John Harper had started       with just 25 members, had grown to over 500 members when he left 13       years later. During this time he had gotten married, but was shortly       thereafter widowed. However brief the marriage, God did bless John       Harper with a beautiful little girl named Nana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R535FX-orLI/AAAAAAAAAeU/TrnLsrM5HzU/s1600-h/titanic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R535FX-orLI/AAAAAAAAAeU/TrnLsrM5HzU/s320/titanic3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160554618767846578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      Ironically, John Harper almost drowned several times during his       life. When he was two and a half years of age, he almost drowned when he fell       into a well but was resuscitated by his mother. At the age of       twenty-six, he was swept out to sea by a reverse current and barely       survived, and at thirty-two he faced death on a leaking ship in the       Mediterranean.  Perhaps, God used these experiences to prepare this       servant for what he faced next.       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      It was the night of April 14, 1912. The RMS. Titanic sailed swiftly on       the bitterly cold ocean waters heading unknowingly into the pages of       history. On board this luxurious ocean liner were many rich and famous       people. At the time of the ship's launch, it was the world's largest       man-made moveable object.  At 11:40 p.m. on that fateful night, an       iceberg scraped the ship's starboard side, showering the decks with ice        and ripping open six watertight compartments. The sea poured in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R537HX-orNI/AAAAAAAAAek/66VvKc4k6WA/s1600-h/1997_titanic_033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R537HX-orNI/AAAAAAAAAek/66VvKc4k6WA/s320/1997_titanic_033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160556852150840530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      On board the ship that night was John Harper and his much-beloved       six-year-old daughter Nana. According to documented reports, as soon as       it was apparent that the ship was going to sink, John Harper immediately       took his daughter to a lifeboat. It is reasonable to assume that this       widowed preacher could have easily gotten on board this boat to safety;       however, it never seems to have crossed his mind. He bent down and       kissed his precious little girl; looking into her eyes he told her that       she would see him again someday. The flares going off in the dark sky       above reflected the tears on his face as he turned and headed towards       the crowd of desperate humanity on the sinking ocean liner. As the rear       of the huge ship began to lurch upwards, it was reported that Harper       was  seen making his way up the deck yelling "Women, children       and unsaved into the lifeboats!"  It was only minutes later that the       Titanic began to rumble deep within. Most people thought it was an explosion;       actually, the gargantuan ship was literally breaking in half. At this       point, many people jumped off the decks and into the icy, dark waters       below. John Harper was one of these people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R537H3-orOI/AAAAAAAAAes/w1RLPo_4aJk/s1600-h/nkl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R537H3-orOI/AAAAAAAAAes/w1RLPo_4aJk/s320/nkl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160556860740775138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      That night 1528 people went into the frigid waters. John Harper was       seen swimming frantically to people in the water leading them to Jesus       before the hypothermia became fatal. Mr. Harper swam up to one young Man       who had climbed up on a piece of debris. Rev. Harper asked him between       breaths, "Are you saved?" The young man replied that he was not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R535GX-orMI/AAAAAAAAAec/T8dkHRzjefE/s1600-h/titanic4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R535GX-orMI/AAAAAAAAAec/T8dkHRzjefE/s320/titanic4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160554635947715778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      Harper then tried to lead him to Christ only to have the young man who       was near shock, reply no. John Harper then took off his life jacket and       threw it to the man and said "Here then, you need this more than I       do..."  and swam away to other people. A few minutes later       Harper swam       back to the young man and succeeded in leading him to salvation. Of the       1528 people that went into the water that night, six were rescued by the       lifeboats. One of them was this young man on the debris.       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      Four years later, at a survivors meeting, this young man stood up and       in tears  recounted how that after John Harper had led him to Christ.       Mr. Harper had tried to swim back to help other people, yet because of       the intense cold, had grown too weak to swim. His last words before       going under in the frigid waters were "Believe on the Name of the       Lord Jesus and you will be saved."       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      Does Hollywood remember this man? No. Well, no matter.       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      This servant of God did what he had to do. While other people were       trying to buy their way onto the lifeboats and selfishly trying to save       their own lives, John Harper gave up his life so that others could be saved.        "Greater love hath no man than this, that he lay down his life       for his friends..."       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      John Harper was truly the hero of the Titanic!       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      Seize the moment and live for today, live life to the fullest!!&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-5054577427476867808?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/5054577427476867808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=5054577427476867808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/5054577427476867808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/5054577427476867808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/01/titanic-love-story.html' title='Titanic Love Story'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R535En-orJI/AAAAAAAAAeE/5Ei2zXBuDRs/s72-c/titanic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-4518255740370864064</id><published>2008-01-28T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T07:30:37.871-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vidio'/><title type='text'>lLove Songs</title><content type='html'>[MV] melody. - Love Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w4uzUs5Njf8&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w4uzUs5Njf8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melody - shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hH0rJ6RS5ho&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hH0rJ6RS5ho&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melody. - Dear Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y6GYnEBJqcE&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y6GYnEBJqcE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miriya Kato~ Love is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1y0JGOXqRoQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1y0JGOXqRoQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4hzQJJZs83g&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4hzQJJZs83g&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-4518255740370864064?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4518255740370864064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=4518255740370864064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/4518255740370864064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/4518255740370864064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/01/llove-songs.html' title='lLove Songs'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-3996130868593191814</id><published>2008-01-28T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:42.630-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love story'/><title type='text'>The Story of  ROMEO &amp; JULIET</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R53zXn-orII/AAAAAAAAAd8/zqWci6-0PR8/s1600-h/stories_romeo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R53zXn-orII/AAAAAAAAAd8/zqWci6-0PR8/s320/stories_romeo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160548335230692482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Based on the play by William Shakespeare, as told by Bart Marks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;In the town of Verona lived two families, the Capulets and the Montagues, engaged in a bitter feud. Among the Montagues was Romeo, a hot-blooded lad with an eye for the ladies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;One day, Romeo was recounting for his friends his love for Rosaline, a haughty beauty from a well-to-do family. Romeo's friends chided him for his "love of love" but agreed to a plan to attend the feast of the Capulets', a costume party where Rosaline was expected to make an appearance. The disguises would provide Romeo and his friends a bit of sport and the opportunity to gaze undetected upon the fair Rosaline. Once there, however, Romeo's eyes fell upon Juliet, and he thought of Rosaline no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Asking around to learn the identity of Juliet, Romeo's voice is recognized by Tybalt, a member of the Capulet clan. Tybalt calls for his sword, but the elder Capulet intervenes, insisting that no blood be shed in his home. So Romeo is tolerated long enough to find an opportunity to speak to Juliet alone, still unaware of her identity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;He begs for an opportunity to kiss her hand. She relents. He presses his case, desiring her lips. She has no breath to stop him. Interrupted by the girl's nurse, Romeo learns the name of his heart's desire: Juliet Capulet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;The vision of Juliet now invades his every thought. Unable to sleep, Romeo returns late that night to the bedroom window of his love, hiding in the bushes below. There, he is surprised to find Juliet on the balcony, professing her love for him and wishing that he were not a Montague.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Deny thy father and refuse thy name. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;What's a Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;What's in a name? That which we call a rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;By any other name would smell as sweet. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Romeo appears from the bushes, ready to deny his name and profess his love. The two agree to meet at nine o-clock the next morning to be married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Early the next morning, Romeo appears at the cell of Friar Lawrence begging the friar to marry him to Juliet. Friar Lawrence does not take Romeo seriously at first, but he is soon impressed with Romeo's sincerity. The Friar agrees to perform the ceremony, praying that the union might someday put an end to the feud between the two households. Still, he advises Romeo keep the marriage a secret for a time. Romeo and Juliet are married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;On the way home, Romeo chances upon his friend Mercutio arguing with Tybalt in the public square. Spying Romeo, Tybalt tries to taunt him into a fight. Romeo has no desire to harm the kinsman of his new wife. Mercutio is stunned and embarrassed by Romeo's soft words and draws his sword. Romeo tries to restrain his friend, but Tybalt thrusts his sword underneath Romeo's arm, stabbing Mercutio. Tybalt then flees with his friends. The wound is worse than at first suspected. "Ask for me tomorrow," says Mercutio, "and you shall find me a grave man." He dies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Tybalt returns still cursing the unexpectedly reluctant Romeo. But Romeo is reluctant no longer, drawing his sword and slaying Tybalt. The moment Tybalt falls, Romeo realizes he has made a terrible mistake: "O, I am fortune's fool!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Desperate, Romeo rushes to Friar Lawrence who advises him to travel to Mantua until things cool down. He promises to inform Juliet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Juliet receives the news of Tybalt's death and Romeo's exile. She dares not mention her marriage to her father now. Then, she receives more bad news. Her father has decided it is time for her to marry. He has selected a suitor: Paris, a kinsman of Mercutio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Juliet, too, rushes to Friar Lawrence for counsel. The good Friar launches an elaborate plot. Juliet should agree to marry Paris. She will then take a sleeping potion, which will simulate death for three days. Her body will be placed in a tomb while she is mourned, and the Friar will send word to Romeo. Romeo will arrive in time to rescue her. The celebration over her return to life will provide an opportunity to explain about the marriage and the circumstances surrounding Tybalt's death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;he plot proceeds according to plan, and the wedding preparations for Paris and Juliet give way to solemn funeral arrangements. But the Friar's letter to Romeo fails to reach him before he hears of Juliet's death. Romeo obtains a poison from an apothecary and travels to Verona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Under the cover of darkness, he breaks into Juliet's tomb. They are alone for only a moment. Paris, who also had come to mourn Juliet, interrupts, and believing Romeo to be a grave robber, draws his sword. The two men fight, and Paris is killed. Dying, Paris asks that his body be placed next to Juliet's. Only now recognizing Paris, the guilt stricken Romeo obliges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Then Romeo kisses the lips of his Juliet one last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Eyes, look your last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Arms, take your last embrace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And, lips, O you the doors of breath,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Seal with a righteous kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;A dateless bargain to engrossing death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Romeo thanks the apothecary for his skill and drinks the poison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=throhan1_05n.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/throhan1_05n.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;The effects of the sleeping potion wear off, and Juliet awakens calling for Romeo. Finding him next to her, dead, with a cup in his hand, she guesses what has transpired. She tries to kiss the poison from his lips, but failing that, unsheathes his dagger and plunges it into her breast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Friar Lawrence learns that Romeo has not received his letter and rushes to Juliet's tomb to rescue her. He discovers the tomb already open and finds the sad contents within. Soon the Friar is joined by the Night Watchman, who had been alerted to the disturbance. Then the families gather around the star-crossed lovers. The Friar's mournful account of their death shames the two families into ending their feud forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-3996130868593191814?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/3996130868593191814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=3996130868593191814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/3996130868593191814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/3996130868593191814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/01/story-of-romeo-juliet.html' title='The Story of  ROMEO &amp; JULIET'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R53zXn-orII/AAAAAAAAAd8/zqWci6-0PR8/s72-c/stories_romeo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-7581546797607225168</id><published>2008-01-26T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T22:47:19.425-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Love Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HoH56kg979U&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HoH56kg979U&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="500" width="700"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-7581546797607225168?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/7581546797607225168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=7581546797607225168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/7581546797607225168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/7581546797607225168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-songs.html' title='Love Songs'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-2060928187409933529</id><published>2008-01-26T22:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T22:36:33.546-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem'/><title type='text'>Beauty &amp; Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 357px; height: 104px;" src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Beauty and love are all my dream;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;They change not with the changing day;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Love stays forever like a stream&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;That flows but never flows away;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And beauty is the bright sun-bow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;That blossoms on the spray that showers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Where the loud water falls below,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Making a wind among the flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-2060928187409933529?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/2060928187409933529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=2060928187409933529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/2060928187409933529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/2060928187409933529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/01/beauty-love.html' title='Beauty &amp; Love'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-5704544773434490051</id><published>2008-01-26T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T22:29:52.486-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem'/><title type='text'>Unfailing Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=84f182559b62360c47e136516a68b605-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 285px; height: 177px;" src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/84f182559b62360c47e136516a68b605-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Love is ever lasting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;What a comfort to know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;When life's obstacles turn against you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And your feeling down and low . . .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Loves kindness will surround you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Always waiting with open arms&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;To give you strength&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And cheer you with its charms . . .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Love is standing there beside you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Reaching for your hand&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Waiting to hear your troubles&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Always eager to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-5704544773434490051?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/5704544773434490051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=5704544773434490051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/5704544773434490051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/5704544773434490051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/01/unfailing-love.html' title='Unfailing Love'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-4065657855376961404</id><published>2008-01-26T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T22:23:37.225-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem'/><title type='text'>Forever Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=c9e87a2c04a9c3af732d360719f783d9-2.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/c9e87a2c04a9c3af732d360719f783d9-2.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Some people don't understand&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;how they can mean so much to another person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;They can't think of anything they have done&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;to deserve the love another person feels for them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;The fact is- by just being who they are,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;that is what makes them so special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;It is not what they give&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;or how much they do for that person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;It is how they make that other person feel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;when they are around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;For just being there&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;when that person needs them,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;for making them smile&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;with a simple, "hello, how are you?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;It is because of who you are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;and what comes from within you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;that makes you special to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And for that I will always love you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;and FOREVER be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-4065657855376961404?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4065657855376961404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=4065657855376961404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/4065657855376961404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/4065657855376961404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/01/forever-friend.html' title='Forever Friend'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-5513489263272321243</id><published>2008-01-26T19:56:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T20:08:42.649-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem'/><title type='text'>Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 351px; height: 265px;" src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/136950mlf5gnr5i9.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:-1;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:-1;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I can tell you everything, there's nothing to hide,&lt;br /&gt;You were there to listen, even when I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:-1;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;You never care what people think,&lt;br /&gt;We work out everything, even the little kinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:-1;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I never get to say what I feel,&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to make a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:-1;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;The time has come, I think you should know,&lt;br /&gt;You mean so much to me, though it may not show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:-1;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;This is all so hard for me to say,&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't do it in any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:-1;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;You've gained my respect and my trust,&lt;br /&gt;You know without saying, for who I lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:-1;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;You're the best guy that I've ever met,&lt;br /&gt;For our friendship, I'll forever be in debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:-1;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I think so highly of you I just thought you should know,&lt;br /&gt;I'm here for you, forever, even when you're feeling low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:-1;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;If something should happen, to me or you,&lt;br /&gt;I think that it's time you knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:-1;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;You're on top of my list in everything,&lt;br /&gt;You don't understand the joy you bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:-1;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;To my heart and life and all I do,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say that... "I LOVE YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-5513489263272321243?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/5513489263272321243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=5513489263272321243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/5513489263272321243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/5513489263272321243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/01/best-friend.html' title='Best Friend'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-3474216014732618281</id><published>2008-01-26T19:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T20:02:40.527-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem'/><title type='text'>When In Doubt</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/c9e87a2c04a9c3af732d360719f783d9-2.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;  When you start to feel lonely - and a little blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    Just think of those words- I've whispered to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    Lips pressed gently- against your ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    "I Love You" escapes- for you to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    When you feel sadness- and thoughts start to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    Remember our dreams- that we plan to arrange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    When you're laying in bed- and just can't sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    Feel my Heart- its your's to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    Remember the smiles- and what they're about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    Just focus on "Fact"... whenever in doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    Anything else- is simply not real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    Listen to your heart-it hears how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    And if you get tempted-and start debating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    Be reminded again-for YOU...I am waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    When thoughts run wild-and you start to wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    The sun always shines-after all the thunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    And when it gets hard-and you want to give in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    Despite all opponents-Love CAN win ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    Hold your head high-feel the Rain through the Drought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    Remember my Love... whenever in doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-3474216014732618281?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/3474216014732618281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=3474216014732618281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/3474216014732618281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/3474216014732618281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-in-doubt.html' title='When In Doubt'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-452770979242650231</id><published>2008-01-26T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T19:55:52.630-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem'/><title type='text'>If I only had One Friend Left</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 268px; height: 316px;" src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/SK34.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;  If I Only Had One Friend Left&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    Everyone needs somebody&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    to tell their secrets to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    Someone who understands them,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    someone who's just like you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    When no one seems to care,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    you always stick right by my side;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    When my world gets dark and confusing,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    I can count on you for my guide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;We've experienced so much together,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    but we always make it through,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    Out of everybody in the world,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    I'm glad God gave me you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    I know sometimes we argue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    over a stupid joke or lie,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    But no matter what, I can always be sure&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    our friendship will never die.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    You've been there for me through thick and thin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    and have helped me through it all.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    When I have a problem or need your help,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    all I have to do is call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    With you, my world is a better place&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    and with you, my world is true;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    If I only had one friend left,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    I'd want it... to be you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-452770979242650231?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/452770979242650231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=452770979242650231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/452770979242650231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/452770979242650231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-i-only-had-one-friend-left.html' title='If I only had One Friend Left'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-4033520150879867260</id><published>2008-01-26T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T19:45:21.979-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem'/><title type='text'>Second Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hellokitty40.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hellokitty40.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;   You may say that you want a life with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; But a long with those words comes the lies;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    no guarantees.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;You may want to hold my hand.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    You can promise me the world&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    but you can never understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Love is not a game.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    A heart is not a toy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    Love is between two that feel the same.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    I have opened up my heart.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    I have opened up my soul&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    but your ways are tearing me apart.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    One minute you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Another you push me away.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    I don't know what else it could be.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    Don't say what you don't mean.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    Just open up your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Because I am confused and hurting.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    If there is a chance that I can win,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    If you can promise that you won't turn away,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    I will open my heart up to you again&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    just as long as you do what you say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    'Cause I don't want to be the only one&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    to fall in love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    Second best for me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    isn't good enough.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    I would never let you down.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    I can offer so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;But are you going to be around?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    You say I am the one you need.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    I am the one you want to love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    But please don't lie to me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    Take my heart if that is what you want.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    I am willing to give it to you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    But don't try if that is not what you are tending to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-4033520150879867260?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4033520150879867260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=4033520150879867260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/4033520150879867260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/4033520150879867260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/01/second-best.html' title='Second Best'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-3120574641962749309</id><published>2008-01-26T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T19:34:17.438-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem'/><title type='text'>Love Is Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=throhan1_05n.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/throhan1_05n.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;To help me carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    But my love for you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    Is always in my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;No matter what happened&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    It didn't tear us apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;But I will tell you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    Life is tough,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    Not being able to touch you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    Makes it really rough.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;So the day we meet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    I'll hold you tight,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    I'll meet you honey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    In the bright light.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;So wait for me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    Until then,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    'Cause my love will last&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    Forever on end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-3120574641962749309?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/3120574641962749309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=3120574641962749309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/3120574641962749309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/3120574641962749309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-is-forever.html' title='Love Is Forever'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-1125094452577748467</id><published>2008-01-25T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T21:44:20.626-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem'/><title type='text'>The Gift of Ones Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/72bfa6cbf008ce989b296edf4eeac39f-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;For you have captured my heart...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    You hold it within your hands, my love...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    And you have from the very start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;You have presented me with a treasure...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    One that I hold to so dear...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    You've shared with me your heart, love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    And I keep it with me here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I promise it's held in safe keeping...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    And I will not allow it to break,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    I will handle it ever so gently...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    Taking care not to make a mistake...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;It is safe here with me, love, I promise&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    And will be treated with much love and care...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    You can trust me to keep it so safely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    While apart...I here and you there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Then one day we shall join our hearts, love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    And you'll see what great care I did take...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    How I handled your heart so gently&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    And never allowed it to break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-1125094452577748467?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/1125094452577748467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=1125094452577748467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/1125094452577748467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/1125094452577748467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/01/gift-of-ones-heart.html' title='The Gift of Ones Heart'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-4736181431458531273</id><published>2008-01-25T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T21:33:26.252-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poem'/><title type='text'>Paint Brush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/12126.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/12126.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:-1;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I keep my Paint brush with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;wherever I may go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;in case I need to cover up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;so the real me does not show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:-1;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'm so afraid to show you me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;afraid of what you'll do that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;you might laugh or say mean things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:-1;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'm afraid I might lose you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; I'd like to remove all my paint coats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;to show you the real, true me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;but I want you to try and understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:-1;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I need you to accept what you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;so if you'll be patient and close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'll strip off all my coats real slow-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;please understand how much it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;to let the real me show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:-1;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Now my coats are all stripped off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:-1;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I feel naked bare and cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:-1;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and if you still love me with all that you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;you are my friend pure as gold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:-1;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; I need to save my paint brush though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and hold it in my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to keep it handy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;in case somebody doesn't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:-1;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;so please protect me my dear friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and thanks for loving me true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;but please let me keep my paint brush with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;until I love me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:-1;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-4736181431458531273?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4736181431458531273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=4736181431458531273&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/4736181431458531273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/4736181431458531273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/01/paint-brush.html' title='Paint Brush'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-4855930818405152237</id><published>2008-01-25T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:42.913-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><title type='text'>LOVE TIPS FOR BOYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5rAa3-oq6I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Lt1R4Hd08Iw/s1600-h/kiss12.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5rAa3-oq6I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Lt1R4Hd08Iw/s320/kiss12.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159647891042118562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Make a cassette tape of your and her favorite love songs, then record (in your voice) a special, romantic message at the end!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    Write her a poem (See our Romantic Poetry for inspiration) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    Leave little notes around telling her things you love about her.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    Let her rest her head in your lap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Surprise him with a candle-lit dinner.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    Let her wear your clothes. It's almost guaranteed she'll look better in one of your button down shirts than you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=c9e87a2c04a9c3af732d360719f783d9-2.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/c9e87a2c04a9c3af732d360719f783d9-2.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; (Kind of sexy too!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    If she makes dinner, offer to do the dishes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    Always be a gentleman--hold the door for her.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    Give her the same respect you enjoy from her.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    Make an effort to get to know (and if you can, love) her family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-4855930818405152237?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4855930818405152237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=4855930818405152237&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/4855930818405152237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/4855930818405152237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-tips-for-boys.html' title='LOVE TIPS FOR BOYS'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5rAa3-oq6I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Lt1R4Hd08Iw/s72-c/kiss12.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-4322496437062464596</id><published>2008-01-25T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:43.505-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><title type='text'>LOVE TIPS FOR GIRLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5qyWX-oq2I/AAAAAAAAAbw/8xHsX2Qk1YM/s1600-h/flower04t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5qyWX-oq2I/AAAAAAAAAbw/8xHsX2Qk1YM/s320/flower04t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159632420569918306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Do something he would probably never expect - Send "Him" flowers!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    Spend intimate time with him. No television, no telephone, no computer, just you and him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    Always respect him. Respect is one of the things men treasure the most in relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5qyWn-oq5I/AAAAAAAAAcI/uNOkXYuAxYk/s1600-h/princessrebecca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5qyWn-oq5I/AAAAAAAAAcI/uNOkXYuAxYk/s320/princessrebecca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159632424864885650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Touch him affectionately: put your hand on the small of his back, run your fingers through his hair, using your fingertips, lightly trace the inside of his forearm.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    Tell him he is "handsome", "rugged", and "strong", try not to use "cute."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;       Surprise him with a candle-lit dinner.&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5qyWn-oq4I/AAAAAAAAAcA/0P_ZY3dp00c/s1600-h/aish5_1024_040806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5qyWn-oq4I/AAAAAAAAAcA/0P_ZY3dp00c/s320/aish5_1024_040806.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159632424864885634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=749470ndmen6qkb9.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/749470ndmen6qkb9.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Tell him that you feel safe when you're in his arms.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    Encourage him in whatever he does--sports, work, whatever.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    Watch sports with him, even if it isn't your thing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    Forgive him when he messes up&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-4322496437062464596?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4322496437062464596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=4322496437062464596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/4322496437062464596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/4322496437062464596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-tips-for-girls.html' title='LOVE TIPS FOR GIRLS'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5qyWX-oq2I/AAAAAAAAAbw/8xHsX2Qk1YM/s72-c/flower04t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-3520485969863216809</id><published>2008-01-25T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:44.462-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><title type='text'>LOVE TIPS FOR BOTH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5qtzX-oqzI/AAAAAAAAAbY/bs_xabJhCAM/s1600-h/azhagiya221007_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5qtzX-oqzI/AAAAAAAAAbY/bs_xabJhCAM/s320/azhagiya221007_9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159627421227985714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Do something he would probably never expect - Send "Him" flowers!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    Spend intimate time with him. No television, no telephone, no computer, just you and him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    Always respect him. Respect is one of the things men treasure the most in relationships.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    Touch him affectionately: put your hand on the small of his back, run your fingers through   hair, using your,                 &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    Tell him he is "handsome", "rugged", and "strong", try not to use "cute."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    Surprise him with a candle-lit dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5qtzX-oq0I/AAAAAAAAAbg/zk5ZoyY69jk/s1600-h/valentines-australia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5qtzX-oq0I/AAAAAAAAAbg/zk5ZoyY69jk/s320/valentines-australia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159627421227985730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    Tell him that you feel safe when you're in his arms.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    Encourage him in whatever he does--sports, work, whatever.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    Watch sports with him, even if it isn't your thing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    Forgive him when he messes up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    Make a cassette tape of your and her favorite love songs, then record (in your voice) a special, romantic message at &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    Write her a poem (See our Romantic Poetry for inspiration) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    Leave little notes around telling her things you love about her.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    Let her rest her head in your lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5qty3-oqyI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y1jdKVHXjq0/s1600-h/wp_Janubaba_DiyaMirzabyravi020949_2007929135854ZW1A74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5qty3-oqyI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y1jdKVHXjq0/s320/wp_Janubaba_DiyaMirzabyravi020949_2007929135854ZW1A74.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159627412638051106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=hjhhfh.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/hjhhfh.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;If she's feeling stressed out, give her a massage and help her work out a better way to do things.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    Surprise him with a candle-lit dinner.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    Let her wear your clothes. It's almost guaranteed she'll look better in one of your button down shirts than you do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    If she makes dinner, offer to do the dishes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    Always be a gentleman--hold the door for her.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    Give her the same respect you enjoy from her.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    Make an effort to get to know (and if you can, love) her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-3520485969863216809?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/3520485969863216809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=3520485969863216809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/3520485969863216809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/3520485969863216809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-tips-for-both.html' title='LOVE TIPS FOR BOTH'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5qtzX-oqzI/AAAAAAAAAbY/bs_xabJhCAM/s72-c/azhagiya221007_9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-3974008546571500955</id><published>2008-01-23T22:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:47.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taj Mahal  love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5g6an-oqoI/AAAAAAAAAaA/DypfZnh6gDU/s1600-h/1280-valentine12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5g6an-oqoI/AAAAAAAAAaA/DypfZnh6gDU/s320/1280-valentine12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158937602235607682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Beginning of a Love Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;The story goes back in 1607, when a prince of the royal Mughal household     strolled down the Meena Bazaar, accompanied by a string of fawning     courtiers, he caught a glimpse of a girl hawking silk and glass beads. Five     years and a wife later (in those days princes did not marry for love alone)     the regal 20-yr-old went to wed his 19-yr-old bride. It was a fairy tale     union from the start, one that withstood court intrigues, battles for     succession and finally, the grand coronation. And when she died on the 19th     year of their marriage, he etched her story in stone. The Taj Mahal is the     living symbol of the monumental passion of Shah Jahan and Arjumand Banu.     Which other love story has so grand a memorial?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.taj-mahal-travel-tours.com/tour-booking.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;             &lt;!--banner starts--&gt;          &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.taj-mahal-travel-tours.com/tour-booking.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.taj-mahal-travel-tours.com/gifs/taj-mahal-tours.gif" alt="Contact us to Plan your Taj Mahal Tour" border="0" height="60" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--banner ends--&gt;          &lt;img src="http://www.taj-mahal-travel-tours.com/gifs/taj-story.jpg" alt="Taj Mahal  - Symbol of Love " align="right" height="180" width="170" /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;The     Origin of Tajmahal&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;      The origin of the name the "Taj Mahal" is not clear. Court     histories from Shah Jehan's reign only call it the rauza (tomb) of Mumtaz     Mahal. It is generally believed that "Taj Mahal" (usually     translated as either "Crown Palace" or "Crown of the Palace")     is an abbreviated version of her name, Mumtaz Mahal (Exalted One of the     Palace).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5g6bX-oqrI/AAAAAAAAAaY/fBPakp6FPU8/s1600-h/Tamannabig29_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5g6bX-oqrI/AAAAAAAAAaY/fBPakp6FPU8/s320/Tamannabig29_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158937615120509618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;The Taj Mahal is a deserving resting palace for an Emperor's Empress. It     stands on the banks of the river Yamuna, which otherwise serves as a wide     moat defending the Great Red Fort of Agra, the center of the Mughal emperors     until they moved their capital to Delhi in 1637. It was built by the fifth     Mughal emperor, Shah Jahan in 1631 in memory of his second wife, Mumtaz     Mahal, a Muslim Persian princess. She died while accompanying her husband in     Burhanpur in a campaign to crush a rebellion after giving birth to their     14th child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5g6aX-oqnI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/V7iFaFd8x2o/s1600-h/1156665676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5g6aX-oqnI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/V7iFaFd8x2o/s320/1156665676.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158937597940640370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;b style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mumtaj Mahal - "Build me a Taj"&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;      As Mumtaz Mahal lay dying, she asked four promises from the emperor: first,     that he build the Taj; second, that he should marry again; third, that he be     kind to their children; and fourth, that he visit the tomb on her death     anniversary. He kept the first and second promises. Construction began in     1631 and was completed in 22 years. Twenty thousand people were deployed to     work on it. The principal architect was the Iranian architect Istad Usa; it     is possible that the pietra dura work was coordinated by an Italian artist. &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;div&gt;     &lt;table align="right" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" hspace="0" vspace="0"&gt;       &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td bgcolor="#5dade2"&gt;         &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" height="20" hspace="0" vspace="0" width="100%"&gt;           &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td class="book" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://www.taj-mahal-travel-tours.com/"&gt;               &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.taj-mahal-travel-tours.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Book Your Tour to Taj               Maha&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.taj-mahal-travel-tours.com/"&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;b style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Taj Mahal - Wonder of the World&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;      To people the world over, the Taj Mahal, mausoleum of Mughal Emperor shah     Jana's chief wife, Mumtaz Mahal, is synonymous with India. Its curving,     gently swelling dome and the square base upon which its rests so lightly is     a familiar image from hundreds of brochures and travel books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5g6a3-oqpI/AAAAAAAAAaI/q5weEt24vUM/s1600-h/1156665727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5g6a3-oqpI/AAAAAAAAAaI/q5weEt24vUM/s320/1156665727.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158937606530574994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Taj is     undoubtedly one of the most spectacular buildings of the world. Renowned for     its architectural magnificence and aesthetic beauty, it counts among man's     proudest creations and is invariably included in the list of the world's     foremost wonders. As a tomb, it has no match upon earth, for mortal remains     have never been housed in greater grandeur.&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;b style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Architecture of the TajMahal&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;      Construction began in 1631, and over 20,000 workmen and master craftsmen     worked laboriously for 22 years to give shape to the emperor's passionate     dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5g6bH-oqqI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/P0K4m1wVBI8/s1600-h/1156665872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5g6bH-oqqI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/P0K4m1wVBI8/s320/1156665872.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158937610825542306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The material was brought in from all over India and central Asia and     it took a fleet of 1,000 elephants to transport it to the site. The complex     was finally completed in 1653 at a cost of 32 Million Rupees (approx USD     68000) on the banks of river Yamuna in Agra, the capital of the Mughal     monarchs.&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;      But the beauty of Taj Mahal is also tainted by the gory fact that the hands     of some of the master craftsmen were amputated, to ensure that the     perfection of the Taj could never be repeated ever again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" href="http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/01/valentines-cards.html#links"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" href="http://www.taj-mahal-travel-tours.com/taj-mahal-india.html"&gt;About       Taj Mahal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.taj-mahal-travel-tours.com/taj-mahal-location.html"&gt; Location&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Valentine Traditions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5bQw3-oqUI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Ura9GjcDqrA/s1600-h/1156665676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5bQw3-oqUI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Ura9GjcDqrA/s320/1156665676.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158539961278441794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="line-height: 19px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hundreds         of years ago in England, many children dressed up as adults on         Valentine's Day. They went singing from home to home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you cut an apple in half and count how many seeds are inside, you will also know how many children you will have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5bQxH-oqWI/AAAAAAAAAXY/fS2xV4ffd4M/s1600-h/kathome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5bQxH-oqWI/AAAAAAAAAXY/fS2xV4ffd4M/s320/kathome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158539965573409122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;One verse they sang was: &lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Good morning to you, valentine; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;          Curl your locks as I do mine---&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;          Two before and three behind.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;          Good morning to you, valentine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;      In Wales wooden love spoons were carved and given as gifts on February         14th. Hearts, keys and keyholes were favorite decorations on the spoons.         The decoration meant, "You unlock my heart!"&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5bQvn-oqSI/AAAAAAAAAW4/FZcRKKVIuSI/s1600-h/namitha3_1024_270506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5bQvn-oqSI/AAAAAAAAAW4/FZcRKKVIuSI/s320/namitha3_1024_270506.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158539939803605282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      In the Middle Ages, young men and women drew names from a bowl to see         who their valentines would be. They would wear these names on their         sleeves for one week. To wear your heart on your sleeve now means that         it is easy for other people to know how you are feeling.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;      In some countries, a young woman may receive a gift of clothing from a         young man. If she keeps the gift, it means she will marry him.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5bQxH-oqVI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/oKJewAF9ubo/s1600-h/love-wallpaper13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5bQxH-oqVI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/oKJewAF9ubo/s320/love-wallpaper13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158539965573409106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Some people used to believe that if a woman saw a robin flying overhead         on Valentine's Day, it meant she would marry a sailor. If she saw a         sparrow, she would marry a poor man and be very happy. If she saw a         goldfinch, she would marry a millionaire.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5bQwn-oqTI/AAAAAAAAAXA/anl5KMf1CNU/s1600-h/aishwarya_rai-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5bQwn-oqTI/AAAAAAAAAXA/anl5KMf1CNU/s320/aishwarya_rai-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158539956983474482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      A love seat is a wide chair. It was first made to seat one woman and         her wide dress. Later, the love seat or courting seat had two sections,         often in an S-shape. In this way, a couple could sit together -- but not         too closely!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;      Think of five or six names of boys or girls you might marry, As you         twist the stem of an apple, recite the names until the stem comes off.         You will marry the person whose name you were saying when the stem fell         off.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;      Pick a dandelion that has gone to seed. Take a deep breath and blow the         seeds into the wind. Count the seeds that remain on the stem. That is         the number of children you will have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-3652944850888873842?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/3652944850888873842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=3652944850888873842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/3652944850888873842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/3652944850888873842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/01/valentine-traditions-hundreds-of-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5bQw3-oqUI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Ura9GjcDqrA/s72-c/1156665676.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-1664948298536145077</id><published>2008-01-22T19:58:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:49.038-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines day 2008'/><title type='text'>Valentine Day Massacre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; Valentine Day Massacre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5bE2H-oqOI/AAAAAAAAAWY/j73pqkHZhb4/s1600-h/1156854523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5bE2H-oqOI/AAAAAAAAAWY/j73pqkHZhb4/s320/1156854523.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158526857333221602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Valentine         was a holy priest in Rome, who, with St. Marius and his family, assisted         the martyrs in the persecution under Claudius II. He was apprehended,         and sent by the emperor to the prefect of Rome, who, on finding all his         promises to make him renounce his faith in effectual, commended him to         be beaten with clubs, and afterwards, to be beheaded, which was executed         on February 14.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5bE1n-oqNI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/HBnQ7dzwAa8/s1600-h/princessrebecca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5bE1n-oqNI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/HBnQ7dzwAa8/s320/princessrebecca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158526848743286994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;        About the year 270. Pope Julius I is said to have built a church near         Ponte Mole to his memory, which for a long time gave name to the gate         now called Porta del Popolo, formerly, Porta Valetini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;        The greatest part of his relics are now in the church of Saint         Praxedes. His name is celebrated as that of an illustrious martyr in the         sacramentary of St. Gregory, the Roman Missal of Thomasius, in the         calendar of Flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5bE2H-oqPI/AAAAAAAAAWg/o9RnF4qNow0/s1600-h/wp_Janubaba_DiyaMirzabyravi020949_2007929135854ZW1A74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5bE2H-oqPI/AAAAAAAAAWg/o9RnF4qNow0/s320/wp_Janubaba_DiyaMirzabyravi020949_2007929135854ZW1A74.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158526857333221618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Fronto and that of Allatius, in Bede, Usuard, Ado, Notker         and all other martyrologies on this day. To abolish the heathens lewd         superstitious custom of boys drawing the names of girls, in honor of         their goddess Februata Juno, on the fifteenth of this month, several         zealous pastors substituted the names of saints in billets given on this         day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5bE2n-oqRI/AAAAAAAAAWw/7YYR2uB8Iug/s1600-h/nayantara131206_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5bE2n-oqRI/AAAAAAAAAWw/7YYR2uB8Iug/s320/nayantara131206_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158526865923156242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;         The 14th was also a designated a feast day (until 1969, when it was         dropped from the Roman Catholic calendar) to honor two Christian saint         (at least one named Saint Valentine) martyred by the Roman Emperor         Claudius II Gothicus. There is a little bit of love stuff in this part,         though -- the reason Saint Valentine was killed (beheaded, actually) was         that he continued to marry young couples even though Claudius forbade         it. Apparently Claudius thought that married soldiers weren't as good as         single soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-1664948298536145077?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/1664948298536145077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=1664948298536145077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/1664948298536145077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/1664948298536145077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/01/valentine-day-massacre.html' title='Valentine Day Massacre'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5bE2H-oqOI/AAAAAAAAAWY/j73pqkHZhb4/s72-c/1156854523.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-117358850581674509</id><published>2008-01-22T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:49.876-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines day 2008'/><title type='text'>When is Valentine's Day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5a-Yn-oqJI/AAAAAAAAAVw/OW-gOou-vEg/s1600-h/F468_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5a-Yn-oqJI/AAAAAAAAAVw/OW-gOou-vEg/s320/F468_c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158519753457313938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Valentine’s         Day 2008 is on February 14, Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                   &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;div style="line-height: 19px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Celebrated         religiously with gaiety &amp;amp; fervor every year on the auspicious 14th         of February, the tradition of Valentine's Day has been consistent since         centuries &amp;amp; is marked as a day cherishing love and romance globally.         It commemorates the martyrdom of a Christian saint, St. Valentine, who         is supposed to be the originator of the festival marked with religious         significance.&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History &amp;amp; Legends of Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5a-Y3-oqKI/AAAAAAAAAV4/wvavzgt179s/s1600-h/0660159235bd7a851f998de088680b6d.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5a-Y3-oqKI/AAAAAAAAAV4/wvavzgt179s/s320/0660159235bd7a851f998de088680b6d.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158519757752281250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Varied legends are associated with the history of Valentine's Day which         is said to have originated during the Roman pagan times. Atleast legends         of three or more Saint Valentine of Rome are prominent ones which throws         light on the life &amp;amp; history of Valentine or Valentinus lived in Rome         in the reign of Emperor Claudius II. As Christianity spread, the Feast         of Lupercalia celebrated on !5th February was gradually shifted to 14th         &amp;amp; was renamed as St. Valentine's Day to honor the patron saint of         love who was martyred on February 14 in 270 Ad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Many scholars also believe that February 14 was chosen for the         celebration of romantic festival of Valentine's Day because of the         popular belief in England and France during Middle Ages that February 14         marked the beginning of birds mating season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Traditions and Customs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5a-Y3-oqLI/AAAAAAAAAWA/DTIbKkfIURs/s1600-h/padmapriya_1024_270907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5a-Y3-oqLI/AAAAAAAAAWA/DTIbKkfIURs/s320/padmapriya_1024_270907.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158519757752281266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day enthusiasm engulf lovers with euphoria, optimism &amp;amp;         energy throughout the globe which manifolds the merriment of the         occasion. Lovers express their unparalleled &amp;amp; profound love by         gifting each other with love souvenirs such as the exchange of love         notes in earlier times called 'Valentines' by lovers. This particular         tradition became popular ever since it was initiated by the Duke of         Orleans, Charles, in 1415 who had sent the first known Valentine Day         card to his wife from prison. &lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;          Modern culture sees lovers' expressing their love by gifting         innumerable gift forms such as flowers, chocolates to name a few, thus,         keeping the essence of Valentine's Day alive. However, going out with         one's date still remains the most popular culture one would really like         to cherish which includes candle light dinners or long drives. &lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day Celebration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5a-ZH-oqMI/AAAAAAAAAWI/_W3Da7LuykY/s1600-h/lrg-17712-bhavana-85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5a-ZH-oqMI/AAAAAAAAAWI/_W3Da7LuykY/s320/lrg-17712-bhavana-85.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158519762047248578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is in the air with the commencement of February, a month         symbolizing pristine love. Markets wear a festive look adorned with         Valentine's Day symbols of roses, hearts, cupids and lovebirds. The         spirit of love pervades the very atmosphere &amp;amp; lovers are found         thronging parks, restaurants, malls and multiplexes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-117358850581674509?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/117358850581674509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=117358850581674509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/117358850581674509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/117358850581674509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-is-valentines-day.html' title='When is Valentine&apos;s Day?'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5a-Yn-oqJI/AAAAAAAAAVw/OW-gOou-vEg/s72-c/F468_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-3223635494294346561</id><published>2008-01-22T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:50.719-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contries'/><title type='text'>Valentines Day in Scotland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5a1RH-oqDI/AAAAAAAAAVA/tXJYZoBuR4o/s1600-h/IMG_0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5a1RH-oqDI/AAAAAAAAAVA/tXJYZoBuR4o/s320/IMG_0048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158509729003644978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Valentines Day in Scotland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day has become a great day of celebration in Scotland. It         is celebrated on 14th of February every year. Valentines Day is the time         to have fun not only for the adults but also for the children. St.         Valentines Day has emerged as an important festival of Scotland in         recent times. Anxiety and enthusiasm is same as for any other festival.         People dedicate the day to their love and wish to be together forever. &lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="wh"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tradition of Valentine's Day in Scotland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5a1RH-oqEI/AAAAAAAAAVI/TgKmDmZ_-Cg/s1600-h/f7c492ad1129b21e85bd49347cdc482c.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5a1RH-oqEI/AAAAAAAAAVI/TgKmDmZ_-Cg/s320/f7c492ad1129b21e85bd49347cdc482c.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158509729003644994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="wh"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;In Scotland, Valentine Day has a very simple and sweet tradition         associated with it. People deliver cards to their near and dear ones         with special Valentine messages. These cards are popularly known as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;“Valentines”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;         and are sent anonymously. Cards are designed with artificial hearts, red         color and Valentine special symbols to reflect love and trust. Everyday         people eagerly wait for the postman's arrival when Valentine's day is         near.&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Craze and passion for Valentine's Day is much visible in Scottish         schools as well. Children celebrate the day by making Valentine cards         and filling them with valentine rhymes. Sometimes, they also write poems         on the envelope to speed up the delivery by the postman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5a1Rn-oqGI/AAAAAAAAAVY/uDofh-c8avs/s1600-h/1193819127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5a1Rn-oqGI/AAAAAAAAAVY/uDofh-c8avs/s320/1193819127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158509737593579618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Another very important and enthusiastically followed tradition is the         search of Valentine date. According to this Scottish custom, the first         young man or woman encountered on the street or elsewhere on Valentine's         Day becomes his or her Valentine and the day is celebrated with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="wh"&gt;Valentine's Day Celebration&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5a1RX-oqFI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/rUjyMZ0mVAY/s1600-h/wall_large4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5a1RX-oqFI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/rUjyMZ0mVAY/s320/wall_large4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158509733298612306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Valentine's Day celebrations is not a grand affair in Scotland. People         prefer small get-togethers or a romantic candlelight dinner. They         exchange gifts and cards with their loved ones to make them feel         special.&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;          Various games are played in Scottish Valentine parties. In a most         popular game, an equal number of men and women are made to write their         names on a piece of paper which is then folded and placed into a hat.         One hat is for ladies and the other one is for men. The female then         draws one name from the men's hat and the chosen man has to stick with         his Valentine throughout the party. Later on, gifts are exchanged and         Valentine's Day is greeted with hugs and kisses. Such wonderful         Valentine games often result in unusual marriages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" gg78="" vishalika="" action="view&amp;amp;current=167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg78/vishalika/167463pyg0sd8v3n.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-3223635494294346561?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/3223635494294346561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=3223635494294346561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4268526321745210046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=4268526321745210046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/4268526321745210046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/4268526321745210046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/01/velantines-day-flowers.html' title='Velantine,s Day Flowers'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-4623163523918197401</id><published>2008-01-21T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:52.517-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day In Contries'/><title type='text'>Valentine's Day in US</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5WlUy_e7jI/AAAAAAAAARs/k3cuGBrO7M0/s1600-h/valentines-australia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5WlUy_e7jI/AAAAAAAAARs/k3cuGBrO7M0/s320/valentines-australia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158210724926778930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;                   Valentine's Day is an extremely popular festival in United States of         America. People in US observe a holiday on this day to honor St         Valentine and to express love to dear ones. Taking opportunity of the         festival people express gratitude and love for sweethearts, spouse,         teachers, parents or any other person close to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="wh"&gt;Valentine's Day History in US&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5WlUy_e7iI/AAAAAAAAARk/MhF6LN1FCSE/s1600-h/wp_Janubaba_DiyaMirzabyravi020949_2007929135854ZW1A74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5WlUy_e7iI/AAAAAAAAARk/MhF6LN1FCSE/s320/wp_Janubaba_DiyaMirzabyravi020949_2007929135854ZW1A74.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158210724926778914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day is said to have imported to North America in the 19th         century by British settlers. First mass-produced Valentine's Day card         with embossed paper lace are said to have produced in United States         shortly after 1847 by Esther Howland (1828-1904) of Worcester,         Massachusetts. &lt;/span&gt;            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;          In the second half of the 20th century, the practice of giving gifts         along with cards became popular. Roses and chocolates were the most         commonly exchanged Valentine's Day Gifts and were usually given by man         to the woman. Around 1980's diamond industry began to promote         Valentine's Day as an occasion to gift fine jewelry. Today, the day has         come to be associated with a generic platonic greeting of "Happy         Valentine's Day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5WlVS_e7mI/AAAAAAAAASE/HHVMgrlU_mY/s1600-h/wall_large4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 663px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5WlVS_e7mI/AAAAAAAAASE/HHVMgrlU_mY/s320/wall_large4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158210733516713570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="wh"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day Celebration in US&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5WlVC_e7kI/AAAAAAAAAR0/05B5MadOETk/s1600-h/centralparknycaerial-1019738-ga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5WlVC_e7kI/AAAAAAAAAR0/05B5MadOETk/s320/centralparknycaerial-1019738-ga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158210729221746242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Valentine's Day festival has been commercialized to a great extent in         US. It is estimated that Valentine's Day is the major card and gift         giving festival in US. Days before the festival markets wear a festive         look to lure consumers. Popular gifts exchanged on the day include         cards, fresh flowers- mainly rose, chocolates and candies. These days,         people also complement these with other gifts of love to express         affection and love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;          Valentine's Day dinner and dance parties are organized all over the         country to celebrate the occasion. Many couples hold private         celebrations in homes or restaurants. Another interesting part of         Valentine's Day in US is the celebrations organized by kids. Several         schools organize Valentine's Day programmes where children perform         songs, dance, skits and plays. Children also gift handmade gifts and         cards to their friends and teachers. &lt;/span&gt;            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;          To those staying in different cities, Valentine's Day greetings are         exchanged with the help of e-cards and by sending gifts through online         Valentines Day gift shopping sites.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-4623163523918197401?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4623163523918197401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=4623163523918197401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/4623163523918197401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/4623163523918197401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/01/valentines-day-in-us.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day in US'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5WlUy_e7jI/AAAAAAAAARs/k3cuGBrO7M0/s72-c/valentines-australia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-8402697250765242852</id><published>2008-01-21T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:53.126-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day In Contries'/><title type='text'>Valentine's Day in South Africa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5WYCC_e7hI/AAAAAAAAARc/gd8b9W6crDA/s1600-h/1156665701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5WYCC_e7hI/AAAAAAAAARc/gd8b9W6crDA/s320/1156665701.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158196109153070610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Valentine's Day in South Africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Valentine's Day in South Africa is celebrated with great passion and         enthusiasm. The day is celebrated on 14th February every year. The craze         and verve for the festival is like any other festival in South Africa.         The geographical location of the country has made it one of the most         romantic destinations. Thousands of tourists get attracted towards the         beauty of the place when it comes to celebrate the festival of love.         Large number of tourists throng the beaches and other romantic places of         South Africa to celebrate Valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="wh"&gt;Valentine's Tradition in South Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5WYBi_e7dI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/N9t6by8seI0/s1600-h/008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 335px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5WYBi_e7dI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/N9t6by8seI0/s320/008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158196100563135954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;          Most commonly observed tradition includes going out on a romantic date         with one's Valentine. Young couples make it traditional to celebrate the         day at a very romantic place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt; Also, young girls celebrate the occasion         by following an old-age Roman festival of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;'Lupercalia'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;.         According to this traditional festival, young girls pin their lovers         name on their sleeves. At some places, men also follow this custom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;All the discotheques, pubs and restaurants are completely booked. South Africans as well as tourists attend huge balls where they match their dancing steps and flow in the Valentine mood with different alcoholic beverages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="wh"&gt;Valentine Celebrations in South Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5WYBi_e7eI/AAAAAAAAARE/ixuAfqSnfXc/s1600-h/el071020133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5WYBi_e7eI/AAAAAAAAARE/ixuAfqSnfXc/s320/el071020133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158196100563135970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="wh"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;          Valentine's Day celebrations begin well in advance in South Africa.         Shops and market places are beautifully adorned with fragrant flowers,         love symbols like cupid, love birds, hearts and in traditional African         style decorations. Week long parties and celebrations take place in         various clubs and hotels. These activities highlight the tradition and         South African culture. People totally indulge themselves in the African         culture and art to celebrate the occasion of Valentine. Be it an old man         of 60 or a young lass of 16, the joy of celebrating love is same in         everybody. &lt;/span&gt;            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;          Different events take place in various parts of South Africa. All the         discotheques, pubs and restaurants are completely booked. South Africans         as well as tourists attend huge balls where they match their dancing         steps and flow in the Valentine mood with different alcoholic beverages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5WYBy_e7gI/AAAAAAAAARU/uRH8zcwRxxE/s1600-h/sa-cape-beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5WYBy_e7gI/AAAAAAAAARU/uRH8zcwRxxE/s320/sa-cape-beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158196104858103298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt; People of South Africa like to visit wildlife parks and sanctuaries with         their friends and families. Many other events like river rafting,         mountaineering amidst the exotic islands of Cape Town and Johannesburg         are main attraction of the day. Luxurious resorts gives the most         enthralling view and rated as one of the best place to spend a romantic         evening. Apart from this, a very popular small coastal village Hermanus         is just the place to be. Grand festivities are marked in the city of         Durban, where innumerable tourists flock in large numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-8402697250765242852?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/8402697250765242852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=8402697250765242852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/8402697250765242852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/8402697250765242852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/01/valentines-day-in-south-africa.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day in South Africa'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5WYCC_e7hI/AAAAAAAAARc/gd8b9W6crDA/s72-c/1156665701.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-2439789853125885833</id><published>2008-01-21T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:54.034-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day InContries'/><title type='text'>Valentines Day in Italy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Valentines Day in Italy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5WP_y_e7cI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/5EYp3ZUN7QM/s1600-h/1280-flower247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5WP_y_e7cI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/5EYp3ZUN7QM/s320/1280-flower247.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158187274405342658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic Festival of Valentine's Day is celebrated with enthusiasm in         the beautiful country of Italy. Lovers take opportunity of the day to         express love and affection for their beloved. Loads of Valentine's Day         gifts are exchanged and everyone enjoys the day to the hilt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;tradition to exchange gifts like rose, perfume, chocolates and diamonds depending on the age and taste of person. Another popular Valentine's Day gift in Italy is Baci Perugina - a small, chocolate-covered hazelnuts containing a small slip of paper with a romantic poetic quote in four languages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="wh"&gt;History of Valentine's Day in Italy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5WP_S_e7ZI/AAAAAAAAAQc/KqcTm17f92I/s1600-h/9_day3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5WP_S_e7ZI/AAAAAAAAAQc/KqcTm17f92I/s320/9_day3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158187265815408018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;          Valentine's Day was initially celebrated as a Spring Festival in Italy.         Celebration for the day was held in the open air. Young people would         gather in tree arbors or ornamental gardens and enjoy listening to music         and reading of poetry. Later they would stroll off with their Valentine         into the gardens. The custom steadily ceased over the course of years         and has not been celebrated for centuries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;radition to exchange gifts like rose, perfume, chocolates and diamonds depending on the age and taste of person. Another popular Valentine's Day gift in Italy is Baci Perugina - a small, chocolate-covered hazelnuts containing a small slip of paper with a romantic poetic quote in four languages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" class="wh"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Early Valentine's Day Tradition in Italy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5WP_S_e7aI/AAAAAAAAAQk/rizIB2A89BA/s1600-h/60969_wallpaper280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5WP_S_e7aI/AAAAAAAAAQk/rizIB2A89BA/s320/60969_wallpaper280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158187265815408034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b face="lucida grande" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="wh"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;          In the Italian City of Turin, betrothed couple used to announce their         engagement on the Valentine's Day. Several days ahead of February 14,         stores were decorated and loaded with a huge variety of bon-bon. Some         even sold china baskets and cups filled with delectable Valentine's Day         candies and tied with a ribbon. These were to be presented as gifts to         Valentine.&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;          Another interesting Valentine's Day tradition followed in Italy and         Britain made unmarried girls to wake up before sunrise. People strongly         believed that the first man an unmarried girl sees on Valentine's Day,         or someone who looks like him would marry her within a year. Girls         therefore used to wake up early on Valentine's Day and stand by their         window to watch a man pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="wh"&gt;Valentine's Day Celebration in Italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5WP_i_e7bI/AAAAAAAAAQs/2cWgZV4R_0k/s1600-h/img1024_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5WP_i_e7bI/AAAAAAAAAQs/2cWgZV4R_0k/s320/img1024_05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158187270110375346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="wh"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;          People of Italy see Valentine's Day as a holiday imported from US, just         like Halloween and Mother's Day. For the love and lovers country of         Italy, the major day for celebration of love is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;il giorno della         festa degli innamorati. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;As lovers' exclusively celebrate this day         family members and friends do not exchange gifts. &lt;/span&gt;            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;          In recent times however, lovers in Italy celebrate Valentine's Day by         expressing their love to sweethearts. Couples usually go out for dinners         at pizzeria or ristorante. Just as in several other countries, the         festival has been commercialized to a great extent. There is a strong         tradition to exchange gifts like rose, perfume, chocolates and diamonds         depending on the age and taste of person. Another popular Valentine's         Day gift in Italy is Baci Perugina - a small, chocolate-covered         hazelnuts containing a small slip of paper with a romantic poetic quote         in four languages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139803470858214386-2439789853125885833?l=dreemoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/2439789853125885833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139803470858214386&amp;postID=2439789853125885833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/2439789853125885833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139803470858214386/posts/default/2439789853125885833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreemoflove.blogspot.com/2008/01/valentines-day-in-italy.html' title='Valentines Day in Italy'/><author><name>Shalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876693696305204921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/SSA5KyFsGgI/AAAAAAAAQIQ/VkRPD5Bt50c/S220/20080424_6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5WP_y_e7cI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/5EYp3ZUN7QM/s72-c/1280-flower247.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139803470858214386.post-6618067009777251486</id><published>2008-01-21T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:54.818-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day In Contries'/><title type='text'>Chinese Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5TTfi_e7UI/AAAAAAAAAP0/8C2PqZu-7mk/s1600-h/Wallpaper001008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5TTfi_e7UI/AAAAAAAAAP0/8C2PqZu-7mk/s320/Wallpaper001008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157980012168539458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Chinese Valentines Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;People in China too have a day devoted to love but it is quite         different from Valentine's Day festival as seen in other parts of the         world. Chinese Valentine's Day fall on the 7th day of the 7th lunar         month in the Chinese Calendar. Hence the day is also called as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; ‘Festival         of the Double Sevens'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Qi Xi - ‘The Night of Sevens'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;.         The other popular name for the Chinese Valentine's Day is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; ‘Seven         Sister's Festival'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;‘Daughter's Festival'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="wh"&gt;Legend behind Chinese Valentine's Day &lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;          There is a very interesting legend behind the festival of Valentine's         Day in China. The story goes that there once lived an orphaned poor boy         called&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Niu Lang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; with his brother and sister-in-law. The handsome         boy owned an old ox that he worked on the field everyday. The ox is said         to be an immortal from the Paradise who was punished for mistakes in         heaven and send on earth as an ox. The ox liked the cowherd and one day         he said to Niu Lang, "You are a nice person. If you want to get         married, go to the river and your wish will come true."&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;          When the Cowherd went to the stream he saw all the seven beautiful         daughters of the Emperor who had come down from Heaven to take a bath.         Niu Lang was captivated with the beauty of the youngest daughter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Zhi         Nu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; and secretly took away her fairy clothes. Without her fairy         clothes the youngest daughter could not fly back to the heaven along         with her sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt; Valentines Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5TTfi_e7VI/AAAAAAAAAP8/76sXPqeujI0/s1600-h/867829755_efec10ed3c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EzsIBmhqeww/R5TTfi_e7VI/AAAAAAAAAP8/76sXPqeujI0/s320/867829755_efec10ed3c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157980012168539474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cowherd asked the fairy that he would return her         clothes if she promised to marry him. The girl coyly agreed to marry the         cowherd. They lived a happily marr
