<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15070860</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 05 Aug 2009 20:00:33 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>goldensky..................</title><description>Kierkegaard
"Life can only be understood backwards, but must be lived forwards".</description><link>http://luckycity.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (anandsharma)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15070860.post-115609824547126509</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Aug 2006 18:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-20T11:24:05.503-07:00</atom:updated><title>Carnival came by my Town Today</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Carnival came by my town today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will never knowcause you will never showcome on and love me nowcome on and love me now&lt;br /&gt;Carnival came by my town todaybright lights from giant wheelsfall on the alleywaysand I’m hereby my doorwaiting for you&lt;br /&gt;I will never knowcause you will never showcome on and love me nowcome on and love me now&lt;br /&gt;I here sounds of loversbarrel organs, mothersI would like to take youdown therejust to make you minein a merry-go-round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-115609824547126509?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2006/08/carnival-came-by-my-town-today.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anandsharma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15070860.post-115563443188740176</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Aug 2006 09:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-15T02:33:51.903-07:00</atom:updated><title>Every Word</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sade - Every Word&lt;br /&gt;(Love is what the word was)&lt;br /&gt;I saw a picture&lt;br /&gt;How could you be so careless&lt;br /&gt;How could you have done that to us&lt;br /&gt;And I write this letter&lt;br /&gt;I send it all back to you&lt;br /&gt;And every word you said&lt;br /&gt;[1] – In there every word, oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;How could you have done that to us&lt;br /&gt;You treated me like a stranger&lt;br /&gt;And all the time I was loving you&lt;br /&gt;All your slick moves&lt;br /&gt;They were once innocent moves&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to look up to you&lt;br /&gt;I really trusted you&lt;br /&gt;And every word you said&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat 1]&lt;br /&gt;(Love is what the word was)&lt;br /&gt;[2] – I was loving you like a child&lt;br /&gt;All the time you were smiling&lt;br /&gt;The same smile&lt;br /&gt;I was loving you like a child&lt;br /&gt;I really trusted you&lt;br /&gt;Every word you said&lt;br /&gt;Every word you said&lt;br /&gt;(Love is what the word was)&lt;br /&gt;Every word you said&lt;br /&gt;Every word you said&lt;br /&gt;(Love is what the word was)&lt;br /&gt;(Love is what the word was)&lt;br /&gt;Every word you said&lt;br /&gt;Every word you said&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat 2]&lt;br /&gt;Every word you said&lt;br /&gt;Every word you said&lt;br /&gt;(Love is what the word was)&lt;br /&gt;I send it back to you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;(Love is what the word was)&lt;br /&gt;Every word you said&lt;br /&gt;Every word you said&lt;br /&gt;(Love is what the word was)&lt;br /&gt;I send it all back to you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;(Love is what the word was)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-115563443188740176?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2006/08/every-word.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anandsharma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15070860.post-115341649560264113</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Jul 2006 17:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-20T10:32:38.013-07:00</atom:updated><title>A song</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kiss me on my neck - E. Badu&lt;br /&gt;I want somebody to walk up behind me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And kiss me on my neck and breathe on my neck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want somebody to walk up behind me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And kiss me on my neck and breathe on my neck&lt;br /&gt;Been such a long timeI forgot that I was fine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just kiss me on my neck and breathe on my neck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want somebody to walk up behind me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And kiss me on my neck and breathe on my neck&lt;br /&gt;If you want to feel meBetter be divine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bring me water, water for my mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give me nothinBreathe love in my air&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don’t abuse meCause these herbs are rare&lt;br /&gt;If you want to feel meBetter be divine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bring me water, water for my mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give me nothinBreathe love in my air&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don’t abuse meCause these herbs are rare&lt;br /&gt;If you want too feel me babyBetter be divine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bring me water for these flowersGrowing out my mind&lt;br /&gt;Give me nothin’ just be gentle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breathe love in my airUse me, don’t abuse me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; love meCause these herbs are rare&lt;br /&gt;If you want to feel meBetter be divineBring me water, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;water for my mindGive me nothin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breathe love in my airDon’t abuse meCause these herbs are rare&lt;br /&gt;If you want to feel meBetter be divineBring me water,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; water for my mindGive me nothinBreathe love in my air&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don’t abuse meCause these herbs are rare&lt;br /&gt;If you want to feel meBetter be divineBring me water, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;water for my mindGive me nothinBreathe love in my air&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don’t abuse meCause these herbs are rare&lt;br /&gt;I want somebody to walk up behind me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And kiss me on my neck and breathe on my neck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want somebody to walk up behind me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And kiss me on my neck and breathe on my neck&lt;br /&gt;Been such a long timeI forgot that I was fine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just kiss me on my neck and breathe on my neck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want somebody to walk up behind me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And kiss me on my neck and breathe on my neck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-115341649560264113?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2006/07/song.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anandsharma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15070860.post-115242650406809174</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Jul 2006 06:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-08T23:34:16.856-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Comes The Dawn(Author Unknown)&lt;br /&gt;After a while you learn thesubtle difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Between holding a hand andchaining a soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And you learn that lovedoesn’t mean leaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And company doesn’t meansecurity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;,And you begin to understandthat kisses aren’t contracts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And presents aren’t promises,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And you begin to accept your defeats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;With your head held high andyour eyes open,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;With the grace of a woman,not the grief of a child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You learn to build your roads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;On today because tomorrow’s groundIs too uncertain for plans,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; and futures haveA way of falling down inmid-flight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;After awhile you learn thateven sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Burns if you get too much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So you plant your own gardenand decorateYour own soul, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;instead ofwaitingFor someone to bring youflowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And you learn that you reallycan endure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;That you really are strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And you really do have worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And you learn and learn…And learn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;With every good-bye you learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-115242650406809174?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2006/07/comes-dawnauthor-unknown-after-while.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anandsharma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15070860.post-114382808759329032</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Mar 2006 17:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-03-31T10:01:27.780-08:00</atom:updated><title>After a While by Veron. Shoffstica Aall</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After a While&lt;br /&gt;By Veron. Shoffstica Aall&lt;br /&gt;After a while you learn&lt;br /&gt;the subtle difference between&lt;br /&gt;holding a hand and chaining a soul&lt;br /&gt;and you learn&lt;br /&gt;that love doesn't mean leaning&lt;br /&gt;and company doesn't always mean security.&lt;br /&gt;And you begin to learn&lt;br /&gt;that kisses aren't contracts&lt;br /&gt;and presents aren't promises&lt;br /&gt;and you begin to accept your defeats&lt;br /&gt;with your head up and your eyes ahead&lt;br /&gt;with the grace of woman, not the grief of a child&lt;br /&gt;and you learn&lt;br /&gt;to build all your roads on today&lt;br /&gt;because tomorrow's ground is&lt;br /&gt;too uncertain for plans&lt;br /&gt;and futures have a way of falling down&lt;br /&gt;in mid-flight.&lt;br /&gt;After a while you learn&lt;br /&gt;that even sunshine burns&lt;br /&gt;if you get too much&lt;br /&gt;so you plant your own garden&lt;br /&gt;and decorate your own soul&lt;br /&gt;instead of waiting for someone&lt;br /&gt;to bring you flowers.&lt;br /&gt;And you learn that you really can endure&lt;br /&gt;you really are strong&lt;br /&gt;you really do have worth&lt;br /&gt;and you learn&lt;br /&gt;and you learn&lt;br /&gt;with every goodbye, you learn...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-114382808759329032?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2006/03/after-while-by-veron-shoffstica-aall.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anandsharma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15070860.post-114270478961755080</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Mar 2006 17:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-03-18T10:08:07.493-08:00</atom:updated><title>Both Sides Now</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Both Sides Now” Hayley Westenra&lt;br /&gt;Rows and flows of angel hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And ice cream castles in the air&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And feather canyons everywhereI’ve looked at clouds that way&lt;br /&gt;But now they only block the sun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They rain and snow on everyone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So many things I would have done&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clouds got in my way&lt;br /&gt;I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From up and down, and still somehowIt’s cloud illusions &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I recallI really don’t know clouds at all&lt;br /&gt;Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The dizzy dancing way that you feel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As every fairy tale comes realI’ve looked at love that way&lt;br /&gt;But now it’s just another show&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you leave ‘em laughing when you go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And if you care, don’t let them know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don’t give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;I’ve looked at love from both sides now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From give and take, and still somehow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s love’s illusions I recallI really don’t know love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Really don’t know love at all&lt;br /&gt;Tears and fears and feeling proud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To say “I love you” right out loud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dreams and schemes and circus crowds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve looked at life that way&lt;br /&gt;Oh but now old friends they’re acting strange&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And they shake their heads&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And they tell me that I’ve changed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well something’s lost but something’s gained&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In living every day&lt;br /&gt;I’ve looked at life from both sides now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From win and lose and still somehow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s life’s illusions I recall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really don’t know life at all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-114270478961755080?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2006/03/both-sides-now.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anandsharma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15070860.post-114226527803602830</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Mar 2006 15:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-03-13T07:54:38.053-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;From Dallaslin;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Always remember to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The things that made you sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But never forget to remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The things that made you glad.&lt;br /&gt;Always remember to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The friends that proved untrue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But never forget to remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Those that have stuck by you.&lt;br /&gt;Always remember to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The troubles that passed away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But never forget to remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The blessings that come each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-114226527803602830?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2006/03/from-dallaslin-always-remember-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anandsharma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15070860.post-114100693499129542</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Feb 2006 02:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-02-26T18:25:36.206-08:00</atom:updated><title>Passion</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;An entry by MissOtter on 43 things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a song by blackalicious called “passion”&lt;br /&gt;Passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The will to win, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the spark within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The strength within the hearts of men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The drive to press,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; to strive for best, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;to rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You’ve just arrived &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the quest is driven through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;To play through pain and love the game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;To break the chain and blaze the flame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The fight for rights to love your life, to rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You’ve just arrived the quest is driven through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passion is so wonderful when it can be expressed through what you do for work…i talked to a tattoo artist yesterday who told me how his entire outlook on life chnaged once he found a career he could put his whole soul into&lt;br /&gt;good luck with this!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-114100693499129542?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2006/02/passion.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anandsharma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15070860.post-113932595680204590</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2006 15:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-02-07T07:25:57.070-08:00</atom:updated><title>I love the desert sky</title><description>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29132116@N00/93481411/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/14/93481411_a41362b7b9_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29132116@N00/93481411/"&gt;I love the desert sky&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/29132116@N00/"&gt;monique(moki)&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It inspires.doesn't it?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113932595680204590?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-love-desert-sky.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anandsharma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15070860.post-113852939044551070</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jan 2006 10:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-01-29T02:09:54.603-08:00</atom:updated><title>Freshness..</title><description>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/supriya/73451332/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/73451332_16f4695a43_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/supriya/73451332/"&gt;Freshness..&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/supriya/"&gt;Supriya O&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;May you all feel as fresh as this Rose.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113852939044551070?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2006/01/freshness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anandsharma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15070860.post-113843259437744722</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2006 07:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-01-27T23:16:34.406-08:00</atom:updated><title>Dandelion</title><description>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/meer/23396958/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/16/23396958_afcfb2c39d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/meer/23396958/"&gt;Dandelion&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/meer/"&gt;Meer&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Life has its wonders to raise your hair!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113843259437744722?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2006/01/dandelion.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anandsharma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15070860.post-113843092017720253</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2006 06:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-01-27T22:52:48.770-08:00</atom:updated><title>by Bob Dylan</title><description>:&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;It ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;It don’t matter, anyhow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;An’ it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;If you don’t know by now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;When your rooster crows at the break of dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Look out your window and I’ll be gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;You’re the reason I’m trav’lin’ on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Don’t think twice, it’s all right&lt;br /&gt;It ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;That light I never knowed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;An’ it ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I’m on the dark side of the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Still I wish there was somethin’ you would do or say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;To try and make me change my mind and stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;We never did too much talkin’ anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;So don’t think twice, it’s all right&lt;br /&gt;It ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Like you never did before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;It ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, galI can’t hear you any more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I’m a-thinkin’ and a-wond’rin’ all the way down the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I once loved a woman, a child I’m told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I give her my heart but she wanted my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;But don’t think twice, it’s all right&lt;br /&gt;I’m walkin’ down that long, lonesome road, babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Where I’m bound, I can’t tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;But goodbye’s too good a word, gal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;So I’ll just say fare thee well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I ain’t sayin’ you treated me unkind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;You could have done better but I don’t mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;You just kinda wasted my precious time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;But don’t think twice, it’s all right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113843092017720253?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2006/01/by-bob-dylan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anandsharma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15070860.post-113824464373490108</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jan 2006 03:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-01-25T19:04:03.750-08:00</atom:updated><title>Goals</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;From AnnieDee:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AnnieDee37 things&lt;br /&gt;My one-page goal summary&lt;br /&gt;This is the page that I have in my organizer. I can’t say that these are my top goals, but maybe a combination of what’s most important, what I need reminders for, and what I want to focus on this year. For example, I have a lot of goals for what I want to accomplish at work, but I’m on top of most of them. Getting my butt in the office at an acceptable hour, however, is something that I have difficulty doing, hence the reminder here. I thought about sharing just the personal growth goals, but I’m feeling open at the moment, so here is my exact page.&lt;br /&gt;Personal Growth• &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Greet each day with an outstanding attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;• Define myself in a way that does not depend upon what others think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;.• Improve listening skills. Don’t interrupt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;• Talk to strangers&lt;br /&gt;Health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;• Reduce stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;• Cook more &amp; eat well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;• Walk• Stretch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;• Wash my face every night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;• Use sunscreen regularly&lt;br /&gt;Home &amp;amp; environment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;• Fix up house – organize, repair, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Financial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;• Track finances. Keep up-to-date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;• Actively manage investments&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;• Take time for fun&lt;br /&gt;Professional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;• Get to work on time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;• Learn sign language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113824464373490108?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2006/01/goals.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anandsharma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15070860.post-113746523120082970</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jan 2006 02:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-01-16T18:33:51.213-08:00</atom:updated><title>Maxims and interludes</title><description>A Quote from Jimmy:&lt;br /&gt;13 things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the “Maxims and Interludes” section, No. 138: “What we do in dreams we also do when we are awake: we invent and fabricate the person with whom we associate—and immediately forget we have done so.”&lt;br /&gt;Others that may interest you:&lt;br /&gt;No. 142: “The chastest expression I have ever heard: ’Dans la véritable amour c’est l’âme, qui enveloppe le corps.’” (Rough translation: In true love, the soul envelopes the body).&lt;br /&gt;No. 153: “That which is done out of love always takes place beyond good and evil.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113746523120082970?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2006/01/maxims-and-interludes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anandsharma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15070860.post-113720873283056151</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Jan 2006 03:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-01-13T19:18:52.846-08:00</atom:updated><title>Bad Day by Daniel Powter</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad Day     Daniel Powter&lt;br /&gt;Where is the moment we need at the most&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; They tell me your blue skies fade to grey &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They tell me your passion’s gone away &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I don’t need no carryin’ on&lt;br /&gt;You stand in the line just to hit a new low &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You’re faking a smile with the coffee to go &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You tell me your life’s been way off line &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You’re falling to pieces everytime &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I don’t need no carryin’ on&lt;br /&gt;Cause you had a bad day You’re taking one down &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; You say you don’t know You tell me don’t lie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; You had a bad day The camera don’t lie &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You’re coming back down and you really don’t mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; You had a bad day You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;Well you need a blue sky holiday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The point is they laugh at what you say &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I don’t need no carryin’ on&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You’re taking one down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; You sing a sad song just to turn it around &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You say you don’t know &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You tell me don’t lie &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You had a bad day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The camera don’t lie &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You’re coming back down and you really don’t mind &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;(Oh.. Holiday..)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the system goes on the blink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; And the whole thing turns out wrong &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You might not make it back and you know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; That you could be well oh that strong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; And I’m not wrong&lt;br /&gt;So where is the passion when you need it the most &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh you and I You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;br /&gt;Cause you had a bad day You’re taking one down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; You sing a sad song just to turn it around &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You say you don’t know You tell me don’t lie &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride You had a bad day &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You’ve seen what you like &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And how does it feel for one more time &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You had a bad day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113720873283056151?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2006/01/bad-day-by-daniel-powter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anandsharma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15070860.post-113677533138986022</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Jan 2006 02:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-01-08T18:55:31.406-08:00</atom:updated><title>Love</title><description>Gulfport &lt;br /&gt;Belinda added an entry about Write Love Sentiments for Fernando.&lt;br /&gt;until somebody loves you.&lt;br /&gt;Your whole world changes when you are in love.I saw this in some one elses 43things. They said this of Love—&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what real love feels like:It inspires you to be the Best person you can be&lt;br /&gt;It fills you with Hope&lt;br /&gt;It brings deep Peace and Contentment&lt;br /&gt;It is Safe&lt;br /&gt;It is an Appreciation and Enjoyment of a person just as they are&lt;br /&gt;It removes Pain&lt;br /&gt;It is Respect and Admiration&lt;br /&gt;It is the Desire to be there for the other person and Support them&lt;br /&gt;It encourages the development of self as a separate person&lt;br /&gt;It is a feeling of timelessness&lt;br /&gt;It is a sense of understanding, not always needing words&lt;br /&gt;It is Gentle, Tender and Healing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113677533138986022?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2006/01/love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anandsharma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15070860.post-113648276022688494</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Jan 2006 17:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-01-05T09:39:20.296-08:00</atom:updated><title>muddy @ about three months</title><description>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboyneal/3856739/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/3/3856739_1f07e800c1_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cowboyneal/3856739/"&gt;muddy @ about three months&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/cowboyneal/"&gt;jaymce&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Is n't it cute?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113648276022688494?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2006/01/muddy-about-three-months.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anandsharma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15070860.post-113639573623666704</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2006 17:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-01-04T09:28:56.356-08:00</atom:updated><title>Tunuli Park, South Korea. July, 2004</title><description>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/libraryman/9007318/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/7/9007318_e657c94a2f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/libraryman/9007318/"&gt;Tunuli Park, South Korea. July, 2004&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/libraryman/"&gt;libraryman&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A lushgreen park in south korea.Tunuli Park.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113639573623666704?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2006/01/tunuli-park-south-korea-july-2004.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anandsharma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15070860.post-113638370287154809</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2006 14:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-01-04T06:11:13.880-08:00</atom:updated><title>You make me feel brand new--Stylistics</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.43people.com/subscriptions?page=5"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.43people.com/subscriptions?page=6"&gt;6&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.43people.com/subscriptions?page=7"&gt;7&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.43people.com/subscriptions?page=8"&gt;8&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.43people.com/subscriptions?page=9"&gt;9&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.43people.com/subscriptions?page=10"&gt;10&lt;/a&gt; ... &lt;a href="http://www.43people.com/subscriptions?page=22"&gt;22&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="entry1247485"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://belinda4jc.43people.com/feeds"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BelindaGulfport&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel brand new -- Stylistics:&lt;br /&gt;My love, I’ll never find the words, my love&lt;br /&gt;To tell you how I feel, my love&lt;br /&gt;mere words could not explainprecious love&lt;br /&gt;you held my life within your handscreated everything I am&lt;br /&gt;Taught me how to live again&lt;br /&gt;Only youCame when I needed a friend&lt;br /&gt;Believed in me through thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;This song is for you&lt;br /&gt;Filled with gratitude and love&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel brand new&lt;br /&gt;I sing this song for you&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel brand new&lt;br /&gt;I sing this song cause’ you&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel brand newMy love&lt;br /&gt;When others made me insecure&lt;br /&gt;You built me up and made me sure&lt;br /&gt;You gave my pride back to me&lt;br /&gt;Precious friendIn you I always have a friend&lt;br /&gt;You’re one on whom I can depend&lt;br /&gt;To walk a path that sometimes bends&lt;br /&gt;Without youLife has no meaning or rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Like notes to a song out of time&lt;br /&gt;How can I repayYou for having faith in me&lt;br /&gt;God bless youYou make me feel brand newI sing this song for you&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel brand new&lt;br /&gt;For God blessed me with you&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel brand newI sing this song for you&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel brand new&lt;br /&gt;For God blessed me with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113638370287154809?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-make-me-feel-brand-new-stylistics.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anandsharma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15070860.post-113630881767859420</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jan 2006 17:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-01-03T09:20:17.696-08:00</atom:updated><title>Koeeoaddi There</title><description>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ellishall/52103259/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/52103259_51c0d30024_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ellishall/52103259/"&gt;Koeeoaddi There&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/ellishall/"&gt;Elkhead&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sunrise behind a tree stripped bare by october gales.....how wonderful!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113630881767859420?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2006/01/koeeoaddi-there.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anandsharma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15070860.post-113630792302079561</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jan 2006 17:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-01-03T09:05:23.073-08:00</atom:updated><title>Flickr</title><description>This is a test post from &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/r/testpost"&gt;&lt;img alt="flickr" src="http://www.flickr.com/images/flickr_logo_blog.gif" width="41" height="18" border="0" align="absmiddle" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a fancy photo sharing thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113630792302079561?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2006/01/flickr.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anandsharma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15070860.post-113622205345043815</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jan 2006 17:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-01-02T09:14:13.490-08:00</atom:updated><title>My first Flickr photo uploaded</title><description>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/outsider/71423737/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/35/71423737_53ef067ac7_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/outsider/71423737/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/outsider/"&gt;Kendoko&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am learning Flickr&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113622205345043815?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-first-flickr-photo-uploaded.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anandsharma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15070860.post-113487257242773521</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Dec 2005 02:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-12-17T18:22:52.443-08:00</atom:updated><title>Zest to learn</title><description>From Rob on 43 things:&lt;br /&gt;Rob42 things&lt;br /&gt;become a polymath&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of altering this goal.  — 11 weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;There is much more I want to study than Philosophy. Someday I will read Nietzsche, and the works of other Philosophers (I would like to ask Paolo for a good place to start).&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to learn some Classical History (perhaps you can point me in the right direction, Zhaneta?). I’ve read some tantalizing bits of works by Aristotle and Plato, but I want to read more. I want to know more about the Greeks and the Roman Empire.&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn more about Eastern Philosophy/History/Religions. The history of China and India must be fascinating, or so I would like to think from the tiny amount that I know of them. I want to read Sun Tzu. I know something of Japanese history, but not nearly enough.&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn more Science. Physics, especially. I would like to be able to understand Quantum Mechanics, General Relativity and String Theory. I will never stop learning Physics, but I want to know more about Astronomy, Biology (Evolution especially), Chemistry and Mathematics. Mathematics is something that is very interesting to me, but it cannot compete with Physics when it comes to drawing my attention. However, I would like to learn as much abstract mathematics as I can. Riemannian Geometry is something that I would like to learn more about. One day, one very distant day, I would like to be able to say, with a straight face that I understand Wiles’ proof of Fermat’s Last Theorem.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to learn more about the world’s many and various cultures, their countries and languages also. People fascinate me, particularily “unusual” people. I don’t mean unusual in any kind of negative sense, merely people that are different from the kind of people that I encounter in day to day life. Foreign people are an example of what I mean, but not the only example that I can think of. Being an eccentric, I am naturally attracted to other eccentrics.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to learn more about life. There are some things that you cannot learn by reading books or doing feverish calculations. Life, for instance. I need to get out there and experience it. I envy the free spirit who goes where s/he wants when s/he pleases. Love, also. I envy people who wear their heart on their sleeve. I wish I could be spontaneous instead of worrying about what the consequences might be. I think this kind of learning is what differentiates between knowledge and wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;Almost all of my goals involve learning in some way; either directly or indirectly. I would like to argue that almost everyone on 43Things is the same. I’m going to change this goal to “Become a Polymath”.&lt;br /&gt;I want to die with a smile on my face and a mind full of knowledge. If I can gain some wisdom while accumulating that knowledge, I am certain that I will be smiling when my time comes as I will know that I have lived a good life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113487257242773521?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/12/zest-to-learn.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anandsharma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15070860.post-113389242194588215</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Dec 2005 18:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-12-06T10:12:25.523-08:00</atom:updated><title>From www.actsofkindness.org</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;100 IDEAS FOR KINDNESS 1. Deliver fresh-baked cookies to city workers.2. Collect goods for a food bank.3. Bring flowers to work and share them with coworkers.4. Garden clubs can make floral arrangements for senior centers, nursing homes, hospitals, police stations, or shut-ins.5. Adopt a student who needs a friend, checking in periodically to see how things are going.6. Volunteer to be a tutor in a school.7. Extend a hand to someone in need. Give your full attention and simply listen.8. Merchants can donate a percentage of receipts for the week to a special cause.9. Bring coworkers a special treat.10. Students can clean classrooms for the custodian.11. Buy a stranger a free pizza.12. Distribute lollipops to kids.13. Sing at a nursing home.14. Offer a couple of hours of baby-sitting to parents. 15. Slip paper hearts that say “It’s Random Acts of Kindness Week! Have a great day!” under the windshield wipers of parked cars.16. Have a charity day at work, with employees bringing nonperishable food items to donate.17. Serve refreshments to customers.18. Draw names at school or work, and have people bring a small gift or food treat for their secret pal.19. Remember the bereaved with phone calls, cards, plants, and food.20. Treat someone to fresh fruit.21. Pay a compliment at least once a day.22. Call or visit a homebound person.23. Hand out balloons to passersby.24. Give free sodas to motorists.25. Be a good neighbor. Take over a baked treat or stop by to say “Hello.”26. Transport someone who can’t drive.27. Mow a neighbor’s grass.28. Say something nice to everyone you meet today.29. Send a treat to a school or day-care center.30. Volunteer at an agency that needs help.31. Wipe rainwater off shopping carts or hold umbrellas for shoppers on the way to their cars.32. Give the gift of your smile.33. Send home a note telling parents something their child did well.34. Adopt a homeless pet at the humane society.35. Organize a scout troop or service club to help people with packages at the mall or grocery.36. Host special programs or speakers at libraries or bookstores.37. Offer to answer the phone for the school secretary for ten minutes.38. Volunteer to read to students in the classroom.39. Write notes of appreciation and bring flowers or goodies to teachers or other important people, such as the principal, nurse, custodian, and secretary.40. Incorporate kindness into the curriculum at area schools, day care centers, or children’s classes in faith organizations.41. Give a hug to a friend.42. Tell your children why you love them.43. Write a note to your mother/father and tell them why they are special.44. Pat someone on the back.45. Write a thank-you note to a mentor or someone who has influenced your life in a positive way.46. Give coffee to people on their way to work in the morning.47. Donate time at a senior center.48. Give blood.49. Visit hospitals with smiles, treats, and friendly conversation for patients.50. Stop by a nursing home, and visit a resident with no family nearby.51. Plant flowers in your neighbor’s flower box.52. Give another driver your parking spot.53. Leave a treat or handmade note of thanks for a delivery person or mail carrier.54. Give free car washes.55. Clean graffiti from neighborhood walls and buildings.56. Tell your boss that you think he/she does a good job.57. Tell your employees how much you appreciate their work.58. Let your staff leave work an hour early.59. Have a clean-up party in the park.60. Tell a bus or taxi driver how much you appreciate their driving.61. Have everyone in your office draw the name of a Random Acts of Kindness buddy out of a hat and do a kind act for their buddy that day or week.62. Give a pair of tickets to a baseball game or concert to a stranger.63. Leave an extra big tip for the waitperson.64. Drop off a plant, cookies, or donuts to the police or fire department.65. Open the door for another person.66. Pay for the meal of the person behind you in the drive-through.67. Write a note to the boss of someone who has helped you, praising the employee.68. Leave a bouquet of flowers on the desk of a colleague at work with whom you don’t normally get along.69. Call an estranged family member.70. Volunteer to fix up an elderly couple’s home.71. Pay for the person behind you in the movie line.72. Give flowers to be delivered with meal delivery programs.73. Give toys to the children at the shelter or safe house.74. Give friends and family kindness coupons they can redeem for kind favors.75. Be a friend to a new student or coworker.76. Renew an old friendship by sending a letter or small gift to someone you haven’t talked with in a long time.77. For one week, act on every single thought of generosity that arises spontaneously in your heart, and notice what happens as a consequence.78. Offer to return a shopping cart to the store for someone loading a car.79. Invite someone new over for dinner.80. Buy a roll of brightly colored stickers and give them to children you meet during the day.81. Write a card of thanks and leave it with your tip. Be sure to be specific in your thanks.82. Let the person behind you in the grocery store go ahead of you in line.83. When drivers try to merge into your lane, let them in with a wave and a smile.84. Buy cold drinks for the people next to you at a ball game.85. Distribute kindness bookmarks that you have made.86. Create a craft project or build a bird house with a child.87. Give a bag of groceries to a homeless person.88. Laugh out loud often and share your smile generously.89. Plant a tree in your neighborhood.90. Make a list of things to do to bring more kindness into the world, and have a friend make a list. Exchange lists and do one item per day for a month.91. Use an instant camera to take people’s photographs at a party or community event, and give the picture to them.92. As you go about your day, pick up trash.93. Send a letter to some former teachers, letting them know the difference they made in your life.94. Send a gift anonymously to a friend.95. Organize a clothing drive for a shelter.96. Buy books for a day care or school.97. Slip a $20 bill to a person who you know is having financial difficulty.98. Take an acquaintance to dinner.99. Offer to take a friend’s child to ball practice.100. Waive late fees for the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113389242194588215?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/12/from-wwwactsofkindnessorg.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anandsharma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15070860.post-113363280864903558</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Dec 2005 17:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-12-03T10:00:08.753-08:00</atom:updated><title>Top 15 American Poems</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Weekend Edition - Sunday, December 26, 1999 · Commentator and historian Douglas Brinkley put together a panel of distinguished poets and professors to pick the top 15 American poems of the century. Brinkley is distinguished professor of history and director of the Eisenhower Center at the University of New Orleans. Here is his list:&lt;br /&gt;Number 1: T.S. Eliot, "The Wasteland"&lt;br /&gt;Number 2: Hart Crane, "The Bridge"&lt;br /&gt;Number 3: Allen Ginsburg, "Howl"&lt;br /&gt;Number 4: Langston Hughes, "The Negro Speaks of Rivers"&lt;br /&gt;Number 5: Robert Frost, "Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening"&lt;br /&gt;Number 6: Carl Sandburg, "The People, Yes"&lt;br /&gt;Number 7: Ezra Pound, "Pisan Cantos"&lt;br /&gt;Number 8: Wallace Stevens, "The Snow Man"&lt;br /&gt;Number 9: William Carlos Williams, "Patterson"&lt;br /&gt;Number 10: Elizabeth Bishop, "In the Waiting Room"&lt;br /&gt;Number 11: Robert Lowell, "For the Union Dead"&lt;br /&gt;Number 12: e e cummings, "Somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond"&lt;br /&gt;Number 13: Gertrude Stein, "Lifting Belly"&lt;br /&gt;Number 14: Robinson Jeffers, "Shine, Perishing Republic"&lt;br /&gt;Number 15: Charles Olson, "The Maximus Poems"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15070860-113363280864903558?l=luckycity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://luckycity.blogspot.com/2005/12/top-15-american-poems.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anandsharma)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>