<?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-5229856778386750611</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:37:29.262+10:00</updated><category term='peronal power'/><category term='addiction'/><category term='forgiving'/><category term='emotional scars'/><category term='condoms'/><category term='poem'/><category term='talking'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='one way road'/><category term='HIV/AIDS'/><category term='self'/><category term='Julie Roces'/><category term='Possum'/><category term='expectations'/><category term='creativity'/><category term='Quote'/><category term='fauna'/><category term='heart broken'/><category term='travel'/><category term='Source'/><category term='Global Economy'/><category term='miss world&apos;09'/><category term='sports'/><category term='tolerance'/><category term='self-esteem'/><category term='personal value'/><category term='Parchment craft'/><category term='who are you?'/><category term='24 March'/><category term='give only love...'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='change your thinking'/><category term='Listening'/><category term='let go'/><category term='focus'/><category term='true apology'/><category term='Burmese'/><category term='friends'/><category term='racism'/><category term='HONESTY'/><category term='self-respect'/><category term='want more'/><category term='Mafia Wars'/><category term='Unconditional Love'/><category term='confidence'/><category term='politics'/><category term='Thyn Pa Nwe'/><category term='tourism'/><category term='quality time'/><category term='games'/><category term='John Moe Kyaw Thu'/><category term='discrimination'/><category term='al fresco romance'/><category term='be free'/><category term='paris'/><category term='Mon learning'/><category term='Australiam'/><category term='opinion'/><category term='grand prix1'/><category term='Gary'/><category term='gambling'/><category term='article'/><category term='Burma'/><category term='love'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Lilies, Lylas, Thorns</title><subtitle type='html'>and a gerbera... &lt;br&gt;
A bit of this and a bit of that...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229856778386750611.post-2833032774766430807</id><published>2010-02-19T20:49:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T21:40:11.241+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mafia Wars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><title type='text'>Wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW TO WISHLIST YOUR &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;COLLECTIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Click to expand picture... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/S35f9yUyc9I/AAAAAAAAAQE/eUi7GkZFQjU/s1600-h/MAFIA-wishlist01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/S35f9yUyc9I/AAAAAAAAAQE/eUi7GkZFQjU/s320/MAFIA-wishlist01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439890914995762130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next from &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inventory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go into &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Collections&lt;/span&gt; then&lt;br /&gt;go into the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;City&lt;/span&gt; you wish&lt;br /&gt;to select your item to complete your Wishlist...&lt;br /&gt;only 3 items are allowed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/S35f_KnMaAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/OxtwSMq2xBQ/s1600-h/MAFIA-wishlist04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/S35f_KnMaAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/OxtwSMq2xBQ/s320/MAFIA-wishlist04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439890938695280642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To select the item to be displayed (sampled with 2 white circles)&lt;br /&gt;you go into your collection and click on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt; cross (&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;once the item appears on the section to be displayed the cross changes to red...&lt;br /&gt;after you have selected your three (3) items,&lt;br /&gt;then click to SHARE WISHLIST WITH YOUR FRIENDS. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(pix.3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/S35f_UWV49I/AAAAAAAAAQc/AiKDeh5FmA8/s1600-h/MAFIA-wishlist05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/S35f_UWV49I/AAAAAAAAAQc/AiKDeh5FmA8/s320/MAFIA-wishlist05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439890941308953554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;How to VAULT your Collection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might need to publish  to your Wall few times until you get all the items to vault.&lt;br /&gt;once those zeros (0) turn into numbers on each spot (item) you can CLICK VAULT&lt;br /&gt;it won't vault if one item is missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/S35hHQ0aDOI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Pa-SvQsxfis/s1600-h/MAFIA-wishlist06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 98px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/S35hHQ0aDOI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Pa-SvQsxfis/s320/MAFIA-wishlist06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439892177311894754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As your items start arriving, you disable them and make space for another item you wish to list.&lt;br /&gt;see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(pix.3) &lt;/span&gt;above, any of the Wishlist trio (3) should have a number below its picture, click on the cross to disable the wish and make space for a new item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/S35f_UWV49I/AAAAAAAAAQc/AiKDeh5FmA8/s1600-h/MAFIA-wishlist05.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW TO WISHLIST YOUR LOOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;consumables, weapons, armour, vehicles etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Inventory, go into LOOT (left side of Inventory)&lt;br /&gt;as you scroll down you will read,&lt;br /&gt;"add item to wishlist" and / or Send Gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some items will not have the links, because those items are not exchangeable, not giftable. For example, the revolver on the picture below is not giftable.. it has no link.  Also the Treasure chests need an item that has to be purchased before you unlock it (Godfather points).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/S35hHrosSgI/AAAAAAAAARE/6NADFz7GQj4/s1600-h/MAFIA-wishlist07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/S35hHrosSgI/AAAAAAAAARE/6NADFz7GQj4/s320/MAFIA-wishlist07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439892184510515714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, you can see here that I have a combination of Collections and Loot...&lt;br /&gt;you will see my TNT are 7 pieces I own, but I want more then I must wishlist as I want more.&lt;br /&gt;Consumables is the typical case of this, Untraceable Cells, Mansion Details, Cameras, Politico Corrupto which are pieces we need in large numbers to master the job tiers.  Then we need to ask our friends for help. the only way to get help is by publishing our Wishlist to the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once your wishlist is ready for display (3 items selected) - click on SHARE WISHLIST and check your Profile page, you will see it there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/S35h6GYpzuI/AAAAAAAAARM/p39bhH1TNQo/s1600-h/MAFIAwishlistlocate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/S35h6GYpzuI/AAAAAAAAARM/p39bhH1TNQo/s320/MAFIAwishlistlocate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439893050684460770" 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/5229856778386750611-2833032774766430807?l=lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/2833032774766430807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229856778386750611&amp;postID=2833032774766430807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/2833032774766430807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/2833032774766430807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/2010/02/wishlist.html' title='Wishlist'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/S35f9yUyc9I/AAAAAAAAAQE/eUi7GkZFQjU/s72-c/MAFIA-wishlist01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229856778386750611.post-3925309855298597137</id><published>2009-10-21T15:43:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T15:57:11.036+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional scars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addiction'/><title type='text'>MONEY money money</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/St6UTXMRAuI/AAAAAAAAAPU/781BlOlMpwI/s1600-h/moneybag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/St6UTXMRAuI/AAAAAAAAAPU/781BlOlMpwI/s320/moneybag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394912464000320226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is saying in life&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"money rules everything!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here to make a stand&lt;br /&gt;to say to those who believe&lt;br /&gt;"money rules everything",&lt;br /&gt;do so at your own folly and loss&lt;br /&gt;of the many possibilities&lt;br /&gt;and opportunities&lt;br /&gt;that money has no control over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever bought a feeling,&lt;br /&gt;a sincere smile,&lt;br /&gt;a meaningful embrace,&lt;br /&gt;a kind gesture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these experiences&lt;br /&gt;are priceless and cannot be bought.&lt;br /&gt;It is possible to get a token gesture,&lt;br /&gt;yet there is no heart or real feeling in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our preoccupation with money&lt;br /&gt;limits our potential in our life.&lt;br /&gt;The joy of the experience,&lt;br /&gt;the satisfaction of achieving something,&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of being worthwhile,&lt;br /&gt;can all be tainted by&lt;br /&gt;placing a monetary value on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time for us&lt;br /&gt;to take a different approach?&lt;br /&gt;Let us look&lt;br /&gt;at what we are doing,&lt;br /&gt;where we are going,&lt;br /&gt;and see the foolishness of our ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our quest for money&lt;br /&gt;we are forgetting&lt;br /&gt;two important points,&lt;br /&gt;we enter this life with nothing&lt;br /&gt;we leave this life with nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we here to provide a legacy&lt;br /&gt;for others&lt;br /&gt;or to make a difference?&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to be judged&lt;br /&gt;by what how much you have&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;by the contribution you made&lt;br /&gt;while you were here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your true wealth&lt;br /&gt;it is measured&lt;br /&gt;by the experiences&lt;br /&gt;you share with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we are in a society&lt;br /&gt;where money is important,&lt;br /&gt;make a choice&lt;br /&gt;to make it not the&lt;br /&gt;only importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gary Dodd&lt;br /&gt;http://www.smh.com.au/yoursay/2003/06/02/index.html&lt;/span&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/5229856778386750611-3925309855298597137?l=lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/3925309855298597137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229856778386750611&amp;postID=3925309855298597137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/3925309855298597137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/3925309855298597137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/2009/10/money-money-money.html' title='MONEY money money'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/St6UTXMRAuI/AAAAAAAAAPU/781BlOlMpwI/s72-c/moneybag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229856778386750611.post-6513487996736063936</id><published>2009-08-09T16:03:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T16:08:37.409+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Source'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Most Important Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Most Important Relationship Is With My Source...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is no relationship of greater importance to achieve than the relationship between you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in your physical body, right here and now, and the Soul/Source/God from which you have come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you tend to that relationship, first and foremost, you will then, and only then, have the stable footing to proceed into other relationships. Your relationship with your own body; your relationship with money; your relationship with your parents, children, grandchildren, the people you work with, your government, your world . . . will all fall swiftly and easily into alignment once you tend to this fundamental, primary relationship first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;---Abraham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I subscribe to these valuable quotes, you can find them at: the &lt;a href="http://www.abraham-hicks.com/"&gt;Abraham-Hicks&lt;/a&gt; site&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/5229856778386750611-6513487996736063936?l=lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/6513487996736063936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229856778386750611&amp;postID=6513487996736063936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/6513487996736063936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/6513487996736063936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/2009/08/most-important-relationship.html' title='Most Important Relationship'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229856778386750611.post-2129166738331683433</id><published>2009-07-23T20:44:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:45:10.582+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paris'/><title type='text'>Shopping in Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/Smg_BTsZ-_I/AAAAAAAAAPM/IGpbCb49WEk/s1600-h/redcar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/Smg_BTsZ-_I/AAAAAAAAAPM/IGpbCb49WEk/s400/redcar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361604648083520498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shoppers walk near a vintage Fiat 500 car in the courtyard of Paris's newest concept store, 'Merci' or 'Thank You', located on three floors of a 1920's industrial building on March 16, 2009. The store offers vintage and second-hand clothes, cut-price desi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229856778386750611-2129166738331683433?l=lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/2129166738331683433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229856778386750611&amp;postID=2129166738331683433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/2129166738331683433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/2129166738331683433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/2009/07/shopping-in-paris.html' title='Shopping in Paris'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/Smg_BTsZ-_I/AAAAAAAAAPM/IGpbCb49WEk/s72-c/redcar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229856778386750611.post-7999823818747710810</id><published>2009-07-23T20:35:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:38:37.097+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss world&apos;09'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/Smg9CzQ0AkI/AAAAAAAAAPE/xj2GVMMG1gY/s1600-h/sophie-laversmissworldAust09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/Smg9CzQ0AkI/AAAAAAAAAPE/xj2GVMMG1gY/s320/sophie-laversmissworldAust09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361602474714333762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Here she is ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Miss World Australia 2009,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sophie Lavers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;HER crown didn't quite fit properly to begin with, but a 24-year-old waitress from Kings Cross last night won the title of Miss World Australia 2009. Lavers will head to Johannesburg in November and battle over 165 girls for the Miss World Crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Source: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/entertainment/sydney-confidential/meet-miss-world-australia-sophie-lavers/story-e6frewz0-1225753515812"&gt;The Daily Telegraph&lt;/a&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/5229856778386750611-7999823818747710810?l=lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/7999823818747710810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229856778386750611&amp;postID=7999823818747710810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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0 3px 0;text-decoration:underline;" href="http://www.slideshare.net/Jegs/price-of-freedom-peace-and-sharing-1579700?type=powerpoint" title="Price of Freedom, Peace and Sharing"&gt;Price of Freedom, Peace and Sharing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object style="margin:0px" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.slidesharecdn.com/swf/ssplayer2.swf?doc=sharingshow-090614022954-phpapp02&amp;stripped_title=price-of-freedom-peace-and-sharing-1579700" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.slidesharecdn.com/swf/ssplayer2.swf?doc=sharingshow-090614022954-phpapp02&amp;stripped_title=price-of-freedom-peace-and-sharing-1579700" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:11px;font-family:tahoma,arial;height:26px;padding-top:2px;"&gt;View more &lt;a 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/8160880144006945435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/2009/06/price-of-freedom-peace-and-sharing_14.html' title='The Price of Freedom, Peace and Sharing'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229856778386750611.post-5435319182996130596</id><published>2009-06-05T14:08:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T14:14:30.716+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Possum'/><title type='text'>This possum tormented NSW politicians</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/SiibD1vi_uI/AAAAAAAAAMY/CsC2YDMx7J8/s1600-h/Menace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/SiibD1vi_uI/AAAAAAAAAMY/CsC2YDMx7J8/s200/Menace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343691448143511266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By Gemma Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://news.com.au/dailytelegraph/story/0,,25589325-5001021,00.html"&gt;Daily Telegraph&lt;/a&gt;) -A POSSUM which has terrorised an MP's office and dined on apples belonging to parliamentary staff has proven there is such a thing as a free lunch in politics.&lt;br /&gt;Since being evicted from Parliament House in Macquarie St - more than once - the Hansard Possum has been treated to a banana a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A home has been built for him in a fig tree at the rear of the building where Little Bobby, parliament's famous blind possum, lives and takes food from kind security guards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battle to evict the Hansard Possum from the roof of Level 8, including once this week on Wednesday night, has lasted two years and cost at least $2585.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By law, he can only be moved 50m from Parliament and cannot be relocated to the bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/Siiaag0CIXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5mDUKppA_xE/s1600-h/brushtailpossum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/Siiaag0CIXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5mDUKppA_xE/s320/brushtailpossum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343690738150547826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Little Bobby  -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one occasion he was found in an MP's bin after pooing all over the floor and another time he took a bite out of a worker's apple in the Hansard department, his favourite section of Parliament and where he regularly urinates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a big scar across his nose from a fight with another possum and was once even spotted running up a drain pipe, a rare skill for a brushtail possum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He needs to go to the toilet a lot at night and it leaves a smell," assistant building services manager Brett Wright said yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are not going to evict him and leave him, we are trying to look after him. He has a possum house, we keep it topped up with fruit. He loves bananas."&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/5229856778386750611-5435319182996130596?l=lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/5435319182996130596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229856778386750611&amp;postID=5435319182996130596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/5435319182996130596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/5435319182996130596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-possum-tormented-nsw-politicians.html' title='This possum tormented NSW politicians'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/SiibD1vi_uI/AAAAAAAAAMY/CsC2YDMx7J8/s72-c/Menace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229856778386750611.post-8410909155562203301</id><published>2009-05-26T12:08:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T12:18:38.232+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tourism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australiam'/><title type='text'>Idiot Aussies: Grow up and take responsibility</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Article from: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.news.com.au/adelaidenow/story/0,22606,25531441-5006703,00.html"&gt;The Advertiser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By ALEXANDER DOWNER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T know about you, but it's always nice to get emails. Once upon a time you'd look with pleasure at a handful of letters which dropped through the letter box. Now all you get are those threatening looking envelopes with windows. Or if you're Tom Koutsantonis, those nasty missives which tell you about passing unknowingly through a speed camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is a generalisation. At the height of the Schapelle Corby affair I received 5000 emails in one day from fellow Australians pleading with me to save "our Schapelle" from the horrors of the Indonesian legal system. Or, to be a bit more honest, the few I looked at said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure my successor as foreign minister, Stephen Smith, had his in box bursting last week as people demanded he save the beer mat mum, Annice Smoel, from the ravages of the Thai police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt for him especially when the media started demanding he "do something" to save her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 10 minutes as foreign minister I was a little surprised to learn I was "responsible" for miscreant Australians who got into trouble in foreign countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, don't get it wrong - drug traffickers, drunks, kleptomaniacs and fraudsters weren't responsible for their own stupidity - I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about time that great nanny in Canberra, the Federal Government, turned around and told people they are responsible for their own decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Lebanon the other day and went down to the southern cities of Sidon and Tyre. They're fascinating places - old Crusader castles, bustling souks, colourful little food stalls with generous owners offering you a taste of their wares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't help remembering the awful events in those same places three years ago when Israel went to war with Hezbollah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were said to be 20,000 Australians in Lebanon at that time and a hefty percentage of them were demanding the Australian Government save them and fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lebanese support groups hit the airwaves screaming that the Government was too slow getting those Australians who wanted to be evacuated to safety. But hang on, Australia's about 15,000km from Lebanon and we don't dock ships in the eastern Mediterranean ready to ferry Australians to safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was something else. We'd issued a travel advisory months earlier warning Australians of the dangers of southern Lebanon and the risks of going there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't matter - apparently we had to get them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were lucky. The Australian ambassador, a petite, charming professional called Lyndall Sachs, worked day and night chartering ferries and providing comfort to the evacuees, who hadn't cared about the travel advisories, and whisked them to safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the great achievements of an Australian diplomat. Almost single handedly, she managed to get around 5000 Australians to Cyprus and Turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then chartered planes to take them back to Australia. I hope they built shrines to her. Some did, at least metaphorically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some just whinged. They felt seasick on the ferry and that was our fault. Could they get frequent flyer points for the free flight back to Australia? And all this cost around $30 million dollars - your dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you this - I didn't get 5000 emails of thanks but I got plenty of abuse because we weren't fast enough, the ferries didn't go from their port of choice and we were slow because we were racist, and so on. I mean, we'd warned them and told them not to go to the south of Lebanon. They went all the same. And when the proverbial hit the fan it was, you guessed it, "our fault".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Hurricane Katrina, which flooded much of New Orleans. A mother of an Australian who arrived in New Orleans the day the hurricane hit came to see me in Stirling and demanded I get her son out. Americans couldn't get out but I had to get her son out. I asked if he'd heard the warnings from the U.S. Government that week to avoid New Orleans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started shouting. He doesn't follow the news, he doesn't watch TV or read the newspapers. I see, I said. It was my fault he was in New Orleans, was it? What were we to do? Fly helicopters from Australia to America and pick up Australians and leave the Americans behind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have the guts to say this as foreign minister but don't you think you should take responsibility for yourself when you go overseas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're too dumb or idle to read the travel advisories and too mean to take out travel insurance when you go overseas then you ought to take responsibility for your own behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, if there's a catastrophe like the Bali bombings or you're trapped in a corruption scam the government should try to help. But not if you're too lazy and silly to help yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember two things when you travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;First&lt;/span&gt;, there are no special laws for Australians overseas. Foreigners make the laws over there, not us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Secondly&lt;/span&gt;, foreigners do things differently and they're entitled to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you go to a Muslim country and get wildly drunk and women start dressing down (if you know what I mean) it can be bloody offensive to the locals. You'll soon be in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And learn to take responsibility for your own behaviour. Stealing is wrong, even stealing beer mats. I know, I know, the beer mat mum had a few drinks but, no, she wasn't drunk and she was charmingly polite to the local police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she was in a foreign country with a different culture and all of us ought to respect that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander Downer was Australia's Foreign Affairs Minister from 1996 to 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 24, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share this article&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/5229856778386750611-8410909155562203301?l=lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/8410909155562203301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229856778386750611&amp;postID=8410909155562203301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/8410909155562203301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/8410909155562203301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/2009/05/idiot-aussies-grow-up-and-take.html' title='Idiot Aussies: Grow up and take responsibility'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229856778386750611.post-5892043618188655328</id><published>2009-05-23T18:32:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T18:40:17.802+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='want more'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let go'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one way road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expectations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart broken'/><title type='text'>the nail in the coffin - love story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;We had sex and now he won’t call. I’m so CONFUSED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By Kate de Brito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Bossy:&lt;/span&gt; I have now been broken up with my ex for 4 months… not a good break up and I was shattered as he was my true first love.  Anyway I have known lets call him Tom, since primary school, we have stayed in and out of contact for the last 15 or so years.  We have heaps in common and we can talk for hours and hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 6 months ago when I was still dating my ex, Tom and I caught up for a beer and a chat something not out of the usual for us, anyway he knew that the ex and I’s relationship wasn’t on solid ground and we were having a few problems, he sat there and listened to me and told me to get rid of him… anyways I took another 3 months for me to do so… about 2 or so months ago Tom told me that he was really interested in me and wanted to ask me out that night of listening to my upset… I told him that it would have never happened as I don’t cheat and that im flattered that he wanted to go out for a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so here's the problem… I got a txt from him about 4 weeks ago on a Saturday night saying &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;– &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;you rock my world….&lt;/span&gt; I wasn’t sure if he was drunk or truly meant it so I didn’t responded till the next day just saying did you have a good night last night?  We caught up 2 weeks ago for a beer and a chat which turned out to be a 7 hour beer and chat… when having to say goodbye it was dragged out and the s exual tension was so thick you could pretty much slice it… we spoke through txt msgs the next couple of days both asking ourselves why didn’t we do anything at that moment… I think we were both shy or whatever???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after much thought about the night I started realising that I was developing feelings for him, so I stupidly told him over txting (im kicking myself now coz I hate doing personal kinda stuff over txts and emails) anyway I told him in a way that I didn’t wanna freak him out, saying Tom I think you’re a rad guy and since seeing you the other night I think im starting to like you a bit more than friends… anyway his response took ages and he didn’t really say much as to wether or not he felt the same or wasn’t interested!  I was so confused (and still am) about this whole situation then about 4 days after me telling him this we ended up sleeping together, was awkward in the start but then the passion and heat was just magnetic! So yes it was very hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so since sleeping together things seem to be weirder! He hasn’t really shown any interest to see me and txts rarely I finally got to talk to him about the whole situation and that I didn’t understand why he was distancing himself or why he never gave me a real answer but wanted to sleep with me?  I told him if it was just a booty call that he wanted and didn’t wanna do it again then im ok with that (which im really not) he told me he thought he responded to my admittance of how I felt towards him, he said that he doesn’t think he is ready for anything and that I want kids and marriage and all that… I told him which is completely true that yes I do want those things but not now!  Im only 23 I want to travel and do so much more before I get into anything like that and oh he also said &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;he wasn’t ready to love again…&lt;/span&gt; the thing is if he would have just been honest from the start and I knew where I stood I would be fine!  I told him that all I wanted was to spend a bit more time together getting to know each other a little better and just take it easy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how else to react, I honestly think im not being to pushy or clingy but am I scaring him off?  IM SO CONFUSED!  Im sick of trying to organise us catching up when he keeps knocking me back.. he told me he wanted to hang out and I seem to be banging my head against a brick wall as to why its not happening?  Is he just not that into me??  (you’d think I would know after seeing the movie and reading the friggen book!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I just give up on him and any hope that there may be a chance for us?  Or should I try a different approach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;Clueless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Bossy says:&lt;/span&gt; Read the “friggen book” again, because you clearly missed some chapters. He wanted to sleep with you. You mistook his interest in getting you into bed for something more. When he said “you rock my world” he really meant “I think you’re hot, let’s have sex.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought he meant “let’s go cuddle up on the couch and read poetry together”. He knew you didn’t just want sex but he went ahead and had sex with you because he’d been wanting to for a while and knew it would take very little to seal the deal. Once the deal was sealed he sensed even more strongly that you wanted poetry on the couch, so he scambled to get away. He keeps telling you he wants to catch up because it’s easier than telling you he’s lost interest altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not ready to love again”? That’s the worst of the worst. That’s even worse than “it’s not you, it’s me”, or “I don’t want to lose you as a friend.” That’s just the nail in the coffin. Give up. It’s finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://blogs.news.com.au/bossy/index.php/news/comments/we_had_sex_and_now_he_wont_call_im_so_confused/"&gt;news.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friday, May 22, 2009&lt;/span&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/5229856778386750611-5892043618188655328?l=lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/5892043618188655328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229856778386750611&amp;postID=5892043618188655328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/5892043618188655328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/5892043618188655328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/2009/05/nail-in-coffin-love-story.html' title='the nail in the coffin - love story'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229856778386750611.post-3474151212613351798</id><published>2009-05-18T09:38:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T09:47:52.374+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quality time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>'tea set' party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/ShChFlYfHsI/AAAAAAAAAMI/epSwVCQCp4A/s1600-h/daddyslittlegirl.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/ShChFlYfHsI/AAAAAAAAAMI/epSwVCQCp4A/s320/daddyslittlegirl.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336942675740270274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;From today's email for all of those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy’s little girls… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day my mother was out and my dad was in charge of me. I was maybe 2 1/2 years old and had just recovered from an accident. Someone had given me a little 'tea set' as a get-well gift and it was one of my favorite toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy was in the living room engrossed in the evening news when I brought him a little cup of 'tea', which was just water. After several cups of tea and lots of praise for such yummy tea, my Mom came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad made her wait in the living room to watch me bring him a cup of tea, because it was 'just the cutest thing!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom waited, and sure enough, here I come down the hall with a cup of tea for Daddy and she watches him drink it up.&lt;br /&gt;Then she says &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(as only a mother would know)&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Did it ever occur to you that the only place she can reach to get water is the toilet?"...&lt;/span&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/5229856778386750611-3474151212613351798?l=lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/3474151212613351798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229856778386750611&amp;postID=3474151212613351798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/3474151212613351798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/3474151212613351798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/2009/05/tea-set-party.html' title='&apos;tea set&apos; party'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/ShChFlYfHsI/AAAAAAAAAMI/epSwVCQCp4A/s72-c/daddyslittlegirl.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229856778386750611.post-4267424679870547647</id><published>2009-05-11T16:38:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T16:59:37.338+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='give only love...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peronal power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confidence'/><title type='text'>The boomerang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/SgfIVYSXu8I/AAAAAAAAAL4/sRjEEshnH7c/s1600-h/Boomerang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/SgfIVYSXu8I/AAAAAAAAAL4/sRjEEshnH7c/s320/Boomerang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334452553265953730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hold 'rang nearly vertical with flat unpainted side away from you. Face into the wind. Then turn about 45° to the right if you are right-handed, or about 45° to the left if you are left-handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cock arm back, with wrist bent backwards. Aim at a point just above the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw with a smooth body motion and a snap of the wrist. Release the boomerang in a nearly vertical plane so that it cartwheels forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are few hiccups to consider; wrong movements, not enough arching of the wrist, not the right angle to throw it, too much strength when throwing out, the mighty wind, etc etc…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing you can be assured, the boomerang returns to you, broken if the throwing was not handled properly or if you are not aware of what you have thrown out it might decapitate the thrower… that would be catastrophic.. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the boomerang always returns during a game and also our thoughts are invisible powerful boomerangs that return to us, if not within micro seconds, sometimes during our lives, but they always return to us to enrich our lives or to hunts us…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we send out must return to us in the same measure plus 10 times more at times…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;*-*&lt;/span&gt; A person that sends out love, love returns to this person 10 times more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;*-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; A person that steals $1, gets $10 stolen maybe more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;*-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; A person that sends out hate, is hated ten times more if not by the same person maybe from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;*-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; A person that sends anger out &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(like the writer)&lt;/span&gt;, also runs the risk of receiving 10 times more of the same or maybe stronger negativity from another person…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we send out returns to us like a boomerang. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/SgfJIlmlOMI/AAAAAAAAAMA/jkM9PfhKJxA/s1600-h/Boomerang2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 99px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/SgfJIlmlOMI/AAAAAAAAAMA/jkM9PfhKJxA/s200/Boomerang2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334453433013713090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We share knowledge, experiences and that sharing keeps coming back in many ways, like rewards or opportunities to develop into another learning or beneficial experiences, well if the experiences are positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allowing others to take our power place us in the position of sending negativity to others.  Finding our way back into alignment with our inner essence helps us to find and reach that rewarding peace of mind and spirit that we all need especially in these times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m thankful to all the (-)experiences I have received as I now realize that I was left open to send the unwanted in the past months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness?  I am only responsible for my own actions, yes, politeness takes a good place in our lives too but I feel others feelings are their responsibility as well, they are to be responsible for their own feelings and their doings.  I only did what I wanted at the time, whether it made me happy or not it was my own creation, it taught me that I must keep working to achieve that inner peace I much enjoy in good times, I only want good times for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you expect your boomerang to bring you at its return?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice week… my week has started perfectly great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;More on sport-boomerang throwing at:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;" href="http://www.gel-boomerang.com/instructions/index.html"&gt;Gel-Boomerang&lt;/a&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/5229856778386750611-4267424679870547647?l=lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/4267424679870547647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229856778386750611&amp;postID=4267424679870547647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/4267424679870547647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/4267424679870547647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/2009/05/boomerang.html' title='The boomerang'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/SgfIVYSXu8I/AAAAAAAAAL4/sRjEEshnH7c/s72-c/Boomerang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229856778386750611.post-6396555313976072326</id><published>2009-05-07T16:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T17:02:08.730+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burmese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burma'/><title type='text'>A short taste of Burma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Take a look my friends, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;feel the air, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;feel the sun, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;feel the green, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;mother nature at its best, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;if only Ghia could return it us, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;it would make us almost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;divinely complete... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Home... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;this is what we left and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;hopefully what we return to sooooooon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="width:425px;text-align:left" id="__ss_1398314"&gt;&lt;a style="font:14px Helvetica,Arial,Sans-serif;display:block;margin:12px 0 3px 0;text-decoration:underline;" href="http://www.slideshare.net/Jegs/voyage-en-birmanie?type=presentation" title="Voyage En Birmanie"&gt;Voyage En Birmanie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object style="margin:0px" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229856778386750611-6396555313976072326?l=lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/6396555313976072326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229856778386750611&amp;postID=6396555313976072326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/6396555313976072326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/6396555313976072326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/2009/05/short-taste-of-burma.html' title='A short taste of Burma'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229856778386750611.post-8692946817086470698</id><published>2009-04-11T17:31:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T15:45:10.073+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fauna'/><title type='text'>Global fauna in extinction</title><content type='html'>I had to have these grouped together and it took all afternoon to work it out, give the kids some credit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only the economy is in chaos, our animals are also heading into extinction, let's hope the environment is kind to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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term='Parchment craft'/><title type='text'>My artistic child</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://entertainment.webshots.com/photo/1140919961054250399qLIvEI"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb60.webshots.com/43323/1140919961054250399S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="3D purple flowers" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I used to be hooked onto parchment craft,&lt;br /&gt;those were the days were my creativity started developing and&lt;br /&gt;these are few  samples of 3D romantic cards. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I ran out of leaves here hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://entertainment.webshots.com/photo/1126082883054250399UcOMtP"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb39.webshots.com/3494/1126082883054250399S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="Parchment - Flower bed" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;This was my first 3D card created under the influence of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Gerda Hauge&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;my parchment teacher, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I created another one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;based on the same pattern but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;it was not even close to my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;original creation.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A nice pattern, an honor to Gerda, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I hope she is still delivering her craft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://entertainment.webshots.com/photo/1297309768054250399fPDfpF"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb31.webshots.com/45022/1297309768054250399S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="Parchment 3D Butterfly Designed by Cliff Wraith" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;This lovely butterfly is a Cliff Wraith design, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;he had the patience to create the design and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;the handcrafting drove us nuts into production, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I made about 4-5 of these butterflies&lt;br /&gt;glued to crystals to turn them into lovely paper weights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://entertainment.webshots.com/album/297313955oDPUmc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and others floating around with my name on it.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229856778386750611-4375018667560463799?l=lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/4375018667560463799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229856778386750611&amp;postID=4375018667560463799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/4375018667560463799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/4375018667560463799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-artistic-child.html' title='My artistic child'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229856778386750611.post-6426422553356366304</id><published>2009-04-08T09:47:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T17:11:16.886+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-respect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-esteem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal value'/><title type='text'>Girls are like apples on trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Are like apples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;on trees.  The best ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;are at the top of the tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The boys don't want to reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;for the good ones because they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;are afraid of falling and getting hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Instead, they just get the rotten apples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;from the ground that aren't as good,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;but easy.  So the apples at the top think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;something is wrong with them, when in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;reality, they're amazing.  They just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;have to wait for the right boy to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;come along, the one who's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;brave enough to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;climb all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;to the top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;of the tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the self-esteem of the apples at the top is pretty high, going behind the bushes is not an option for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rotten, over-ripped, soft apples in nice cheap wrappings, they clearly show lack of self-esteem, their lack of personal value is non existing, they just take what is given to them instead of accepting and/or going for what they deserve for being "Valuable Human Beings".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we know our value we have choices, we demand them because we deserve better, we respect ourselves highly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks 123mycodes, nicely coded&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/5229856778386750611-6426422553356366304?l=lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/6426422553356366304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229856778386750611&amp;postID=6426422553356366304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/6426422553356366304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/6426422553356366304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/2009/04/girls-are-like-apples-on-trees.html' title='Girls are like apples on trees'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229856778386750611.post-5395745405190419014</id><published>2009-04-06T20:08:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:33:47.942+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional scars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true apology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Nail in the Fence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/SdnWjGDbaHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/iicGooNkVQI/s1600-h/bleedingheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/SdnWjGDbaHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/iicGooNkVQI/s320/bleedingheart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321520333123709042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There once was a little boy who had a bad temper.  &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.  The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down.  He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all.  He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.  The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.  He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence.  The fence will never be the same.  When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one.  You can put a knife in a man and draw it out.  It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there.  "A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are very rare jewels, indeed.  They make you smile and encourage you to succeed.  They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they always want to open their hearts to us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show your friends how much you care. Share this to everyone you consider a FRIEND, even if it means sending it back to the person who sent it to you.  If it comes back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of friends.  Now send this to every friend you have!!  And to your family.  Please forgive me if I have ever left a hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Good friends are like stars....&lt;br /&gt;You don't always see them,&lt;br /&gt;but you know they are always there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;123mycodes.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&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/5229856778386750611-5395745405190419014?l=lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/5395745405190419014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229856778386750611&amp;postID=5395745405190419014' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/5395745405190419014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/5395745405190419014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/2009/04/nail-in-fence.html' title='Nail in the Fence'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/SdnWjGDbaHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/iicGooNkVQI/s72-c/bleedingheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229856778386750611.post-1000339613959428377</id><published>2009-04-01T15:19:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T15:50:28.978+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change your thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='focus'/><title type='text'>The sun always shines even in the dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/SdLyLIFv4TI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/8ru4yDTsRnU/s1600-h/smile2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 356px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/SdLyLIFv4TI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/8ru4yDTsRnU/s400/smile2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319580382842052914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's all getting impossible, look at what else may be possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do what you can, and forget what it seems you can't do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think, for example, of how differently you feel on a morning after a good night's rest than how you feel at the end of a long hard day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will come a moment when you face easier circumstances and are carrying a far lighter load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not long to go now before a situation changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if something has to wait just a little longer till you're ready to tackle it, that's not so bad.&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/5229856778386750611-1000339613959428377?l=lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/1000339613959428377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229856778386750611&amp;postID=1000339613959428377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/1000339613959428377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/1000339613959428377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/2009/04/sun-always-shines-even-in-dark.html' title='The sun always shines even in the dark'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/SdLyLIFv4TI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/8ru4yDTsRnU/s72-c/smile2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229856778386750611.post-2556295536771549672</id><published>2009-03-27T15:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T17:02:08.753+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIV/AIDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='condoms'/><title type='text'>Who’s your daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/Scxclw0OVdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/5n1DgmEhB6I/s1600-h/freelove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/Scxclw0OVdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/5n1DgmEhB6I/s200/freelove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317727063846573522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These modern days are meant to be full of fun and loose ties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The age of the flower children is gone but their “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;free love&lt;/span&gt;” has remained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People go out and let their hormones do their thinking and “it is all in fun and in eternal love too … and many other lyrics they might think about their precious fun” but in their enjoyment, do they allow their brains to take  responsibility for the fun effects?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a time to play, there is time to stop and think “am doing this right?”… “is this for my own good?”… “is this what I want for my life?”  “Am I ready to take the responsibility of raising a child?”.. “Can I afford to bring a child to this world in my present circumstances?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are humans after all and we are weak, we are weak from 12-25 years of age, after that age we have our heads on our shoulders even when the fireworks are reaching heaven.  Whether is a male or female the responsibility falls on both, she has to protect her body and sanity, he has to make sure there are not risks involved and make sure he protects her from unwanted pregnancy as well.  After all we are RESPONSIBLE human beings after 18-21 years of age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a pro-abortion where there is a reason to protect the carrier, where there are children abused or raped, no religion should interfere where the life of a child has been compromised by selfish force.  The poor needs family planning education and protection of unwanted pregnancies, areas infected with HIV/AIDS need to be protected to avoid spreading the disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/story/0,27574,25250067-23109,00.html"&gt;Pope Benedict XVI made the controversial remarks&lt;/a&gt; last week when he travelled to Africa, the worst-hit continent for AIDS saying that “condoms exacerbate the problem of HIV/AIDS, the Pope has publicly distorted scientific evidence to promote Catholic doctrine on this issue," The Lancet said in its editorial.  AIDS is a tragedy "that cannot be overcome through the distribution of condoms, which even aggravates the problems," the Pope said aboard his flight to Cameroon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in a country where poverty reigns and physical-human needs must be met, how does the Pope plan to prevent the spread of HIV/AIDS worldwide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These type of comments from very influential figures are devastating to the health of millions of people, I hope the Vatican retracts the Pope’s comments otherwise let’s sit and wait for the worse to come over us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/ScxXkFFfkpI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ntbMsgGZLJs/s1600-h/alfiepatten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/ScxXkFFfkpI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ntbMsgGZLJs/s320/alfiepatten.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317721537369838226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Few weeks ago little  &lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/dailytelegraph/story/0,22049,25249830-5001021,00.html"&gt;Alfie Patten from UK&lt;/a&gt;, just 13 years old made news after the classical “only once” his girlfriend fell pregnant and now they are the happy parents of a gorgeous bouncing little bab…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Alfie stood tall at his young age taking responsibility for his actions, I was so proud of him for stepping forward, a reaction hard to be seen on older males.  Although in his heart he wants to be the daddy of the new baby, fortunately the tests are protecting him and the tests have shown he is not the daddy of little Maisie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the question for the new mum; “who’s the daddy” of the baby?  That is her problem and I hope the support from her parents will take her to a safer platform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this stage Alfie has been protected by nature and in the future he will be thankful for the DNA results as he is free to be whoever he wants to be when the time arrives.  He has shown a high degree of responsibility at this young age, he might develop that responsibility by being near Maisie while she grows up and who knows, maybe become her dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Maisie has lots of love right now and she is a blessed little girl.  Her mum also took her stand by allowing her baby a chance in this life.  Both Alfie and Chantelle have defended their young love against all odds, I wish them well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If older people could afford to sit and think the best solution to protect "their eternal love" there would be more happiness around.&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/5229856778386750611-2556295536771549672?l=lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/2556295536771549672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229856778386750611&amp;postID=2556295536771549672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/2556295536771549672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/2556295536771549672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/2009/03/whos-your-daddy.html' title='Who’s your daddy'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/Scxclw0OVdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/5n1DgmEhB6I/s72-c/freelove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229856778386750611.post-663912746058528513</id><published>2009-03-27T14:15:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:30:38.769+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='want more'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let go'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='be free'/><title type='text'>wanting more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/ScxH0CC0O7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/ICfCNyZxtW4/s1600-h/letgo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/ScxH0CC0O7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/ICfCNyZxtW4/s400/letgo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317704219245165490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Time to look after number &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1... let go, be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;There is more to you than meets the eye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Many times what catches my eyes' and/or my heart's attention is deceiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;There is more to life than an unsatisfactory &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;situation&lt;/span&gt; that you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seem to be caught up in&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The feeling of attachment is so strong that letting go hurts, once mind is made up, loosing grip to attachment becomes a breeze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;There is more &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt;, more&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; joy&lt;/span&gt; and more &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; in your heart than you could ever experience if you dedicated the whole of the rest of your life to pursuing this and nothing else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;On my way to it now, and it is a great joyful adventure getting there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Why then, when your life could be full of so much more, are you seemingly willing to settle for so much less?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WANT MORE&lt;/span&gt;, and I always want MORE and MORE... why settle for little when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I own the world&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&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/5229856778386750611-663912746058528513?l=lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/663912746058528513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229856778386750611&amp;postID=663912746058528513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/663912746058528513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/663912746058528513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/2009/03/wanting-more.html' title='wanting more'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/ScxH0CC0O7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/ICfCNyZxtW4/s72-c/letgo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229856778386750611.post-8710922795042030340</id><published>2009-03-26T12:45:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T13:41:38.970+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who are you?'/><title type='text'>Who...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/Scrk6un5vGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ipd_7pveVG0/s1600-h/skydiving02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/Scrk6un5vGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ipd_7pveVG0/s320/skydiving02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317314007663230050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The feeling of floating made me a giant,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;owning the whole world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;everything around me became so small and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;easy to control from where I was,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;life felt vibrant, light, and powerful to own it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I'm still in charge of my life while I am 'floating'.&lt;br /&gt;Jeglyla swapped skydiving for a more relaxing environment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;" href="http://photo.net/photodb/photo?photo_id=5978727"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo:  Jessica Jose&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Q. Who are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A. I'm Lyla, Jeg, and whoever I love being at any time, I AM a human being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Q.  What makes you 'you'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. M&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;y sweet, loving, caring, passionate, grumpy, energetic essence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Q. Are you who you used to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A. Nope, I left the old me 9 years ago to be exact, now I am the New Me Me Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Q. Are you who you will be one day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A. Not yet, maybe one day I will be perfectly Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Q. We assume that you must be 'who you are right now', but wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A. Correct, I am now more loving, caring, straight-forward, and mean at times, I accept myself as I am with all my faults and virtues, a person who loves being happy no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Q. What if you are not feeling yourself at the moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A. Then I am also Mean Me, I simply must accept my less happy me as it is part of my being, I have to carry my little less-happy self at the moment, that is if I were not feeling myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The factors that go to make up our sense of identity are complex, subtle, yet crucial.&lt;br /&gt;You are learning a lot about yourself now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things you are (or should be) learning, is that&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; you are worth more happiness&lt;/span&gt; than you have lately experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am less happy is when I give too much of myself to others then I find that my love is less appreciated, as soon as I find out where I am standing then it is very easy to bring back myself into a happy mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I realise that I am more important than anything else around me... By being happy my life, my health, my spirit my environment float and I love that floating feeling as everything runs soooo smoothly when I am floating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing Who I AM helps to know What I WANT discarding the unwanted, looking forward to see that which I want to see only, looking forward to BE, that part of me that makes me happy or happier or the happiest, appreciating all the tiny gifts life offers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times is not the hilarious happy, but a pleasant peaceful happiness deep inside me makes me float through out my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back...&lt;br /&gt;&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/5229856778386750611-8710922795042030340?l=lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/8710922795042030340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229856778386750611&amp;postID=8710922795042030340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/8710922795042030340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/8710922795042030340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/2009/03/who.html' title='Who...'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/Scrk6un5vGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ipd_7pveVG0/s72-c/skydiving02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229856778386750611.post-8590997795060452002</id><published>2009-03-24T17:21:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T17:25:15.877+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='24 March'/><title type='text'>March 24 – this day today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;1379 - The Gelderse war ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1545 - German Parliament opened in Worms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1550 - France and England signed the Peace of Boulogne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1629 - The first game law was passed in the American colonies, by Virginia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1664 - A charter to colonize Rhode Island was granted to Roger Williams in London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1720 - In Paris, banking houses closed due to financial crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1765 - Britain passed the Quartering Act that required the American colonies to house 10,000 British troops in public and private buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1792 - Benjamin West became the first American artist to be selected president of the Royal Academy of London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1828 - The Philadelphia &amp;amp; Columbia Railway was authorized as the first state owned railway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1832 - Mormon Joseph Smith was beaten, tarred and feathered in Ohio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1837 - Canada gave blacks the right to vote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1848 - A state of siege was proclaimed in Amsterdam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1868 - Metropolitan Life Insurance Company was formed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1878 - The British frigate Eurydice sank killing 300.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1880 - The first "hail insurance company" was incorporated in Connecticut. It was known as Tobacco Growers' Mutual Insurance Company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1882 - In Berlin, German scientist Robert Koch announced the discovery of the tuberculosis germ (bacillus).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1883 - The first telephone call between New York and Chicago took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1898 - The first automobile was sold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1900 - Mayor Van Wyck of New York broke the ground for the New York subway tunnel that would link Manhattan and Brooklyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1900 - In New Jersey, the Carnegie Steel Corporation was formed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1904 - Vice Adm. Tojo sank seven Russian ships as the Japanese strengthened their blockade of Port Arthur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1905 - In Crete, a group led by Eleutherios Venizelos claimed independence from Turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1906 - In Mexico, the Tehuantepec Istmian Railroad opened as a rival to the Panama Canal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1906 - The "Census of the British Empire" revealed that England ruled 1/5 of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1911 - In Denmark, penal code reform abolished corporal punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1920 - The first U.S. coast guard air station was established at Morehead City, NC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1924 - Greece became a republic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1927 - Chinese Communists seized Nanking and break with Chiang Kai-shek over the Nationalist goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1932 - Belle Baker hosted a radio variety show from a moving train. It was the first radio broadcast from a train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1934 - U.S. President Roosevelt signed a bill granting future independence to the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1938 - The U.S. asked that all powers help refugees fleeing from the Nazis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1944 - In Rome, The Gestapo rounded up innocent Italians and shot them to death in response to a bomb attack that killed 32 German policemen. Over 300 civilians were executed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1946 - The Soviet Union announced that it was withdrawing its troops from Iran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1947 - The U.S. Congress proposed the limitation of the presidency to two terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;1951 – JEG was born in South America, a bouncing cheeky little baby that grew up to be a rebel with and without cause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1954 - Britain opened trade talks with Hungary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1955 - Tennessee Williams' play "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof" debuted on Broadway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1955 - The first oil drill seagoing rig was put into service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1960 - A U.S. appeals court ruled that the novel, "Lady Chatterly's Lover", was not obscene and could be sent through the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1972 - Great Britain imposed direct rule over Northern Ireland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1976 - The president of Argentina, Isabel Peron, was deposed by her country's military.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1980 - In San Salvador, Archbishop Oscar Arnulfo Romero was shot to death by gunmen as he celebrated Mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1981 - "Nightline" with Ted Koppel premiered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1985 - Thousands demonstrated in Madrid against the NATO presence in Spain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1988 - Former national security aides Oliver L. North and John M. Poindexter and businessmen Richard V. Secord and Albert Hakim pleaded innocent to Iran-Contra charges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1989 - The &lt;em&gt;Exxon Valdez&lt;/em&gt; spilled 240,000 barrels (11 million gallons) of oil in Alaska's Prince William Sound after it ran aground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1989 - The U.S. decided to send humanitarian aid to the Contras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1990 - Indian troops left Sri Lanka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1991 - The African nation of Benin held its first presidential elections in about 30 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1993 - In Israel, Ezer Weizman, an advocate of peace with neighboring Arab nations, was elected President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1995 - Russian forces surrounded Achkoi-Martan. It was one of the few remaining strongholds of rebels in Chechenia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1995 - The U.S. House of Representatives passed a welfare reform package that made the most changes in social programs since the New Deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1997 - The Australian parliament overturned the world's first and only euthanasia law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1998 - In Jonesboro, AR, two young boys open fire at students from woods near a school. Four students and a teacher were killed and 10 others were injured. The two boys were 11 and 13 years old cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1998 - A former FBI agent said papers found in James Earl Ray's car supports a conspiracy theory in the assassination of Rev. Martin Luther King Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1999 - In Kenya, at least 31 people were killed when a passenger train derailed. Hundreds were injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1999 - NATO launched air strikes against Yugoslavia (Serbia, Montenegro, Kosovo and Vojvodina). The attacks marked the first time in its 50-year history that NATO attacked a sovereign country. The bombings were in response to Serbia's refusal to sign a peace treaty with ethnic Albanians who were seeking independence for the province of Kosovo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1999 - The 7-mile tunnel under Mont Blanc in France was an inferno after a truck carrying flour and margarine caught on fire. At least 30 people were killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2002 - Thieves stole five 17th century paintings from the Frans Hals Museum in the Dutch city of Haarlem. The paintings were worth about $2.6 million. The paintings were works by Jan Steen, Cornelis Bega, Adriaan van Ostade and Cornelis Dusart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005 - The government of Kyrgyzstan collapsed after opposition protesters took over President Askar Akayev's presidential compound and government offices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005 - Sandra Bullock received a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 - In Spain, the Basque separatist group ETA announced a permanent cease-fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229856778386750611-8590997795060452002?l=lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/8590997795060452002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229856778386750611&amp;postID=8590997795060452002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/8590997795060452002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/8590997795060452002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-24-this-day-today.html' title='March 24 – this day today'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229856778386750611.post-999418015600225856</id><published>2009-03-23T16:35:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T17:02:08.764+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tolerance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Neither Money or Love make the world go round</title><content type='html'>Money doesn't make the world go round. Love doesn't either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;It's fashion&lt;/span&gt; that causes the planet to spin. That... and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;pop musi&lt;/span&gt;c.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't you know? Where have you been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to tell you this is as close as you are likely to get to hearing a preposterous statement this week. I rather fear, though, that you have heard several already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best such announcements are, of course, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always made by people who have no idea how ridiculous they sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolerance is really what makes the world go round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is not love, nor money, and not much of musical fashion either but ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolerance aha...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;  I am tolerant enough to run my truck over the ridiculous and remain with a happy smile sitting on top of the world... :)&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/5229856778386750611-999418015600225856?l=lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/999418015600225856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229856778386750611&amp;postID=999418015600225856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/999418015600225856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/999418015600225856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/2009/03/neither-money-or-love-make-world-go.html' title='Neither Money or Love make the world go round'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229856778386750611.post-1610156583906732982</id><published>2009-03-23T13:09:00.010+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T13:50:54.217+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Listening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talking'/><title type='text'>Are you paying me attention?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/Scb0EiAJAMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9qEO8LDbZRQ/s1600-h/listening01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/Scb0EiAJAMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9qEO8LDbZRQ/s200/listening01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316204768841498818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Listening and Talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;If one could only teach the English how to talk and the Iris how to listen, society here would be quite civilized… Oscar Wilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;How to truly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;listen&lt;/span&gt; – actively, positively &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;listen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/Scb0D5pvozI/AAAAAAAAAGI/6oW6HCVx7MU/s1600-h/notlistening.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 167px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/Scb0D5pvozI/AAAAAAAAAGI/6oW6HCVx7MU/s200/notlistening.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316204758010143538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Listening&lt;/span&gt; is not waiting for the other person to finish so that we can say what we want to say.  Listening is not preparing what we want to say while the other is speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Listening&lt;/span&gt; is taking a deep breath and clearing ourselves so that we can be receptive to hearing what the other is saying – without interrupting.  Listening is letting the words, feelings and intuitions of the other enter into our inner space so that we have the possibility of knowing without words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No man was ever wise by chance – Seneca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be a one-to-one positive correlation between wisdom, listening, and humility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wisest people are the most humble and skilled listeners. Somehow listening, wisdom and humility seem to form an unstoppable tripod of basics for good living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt; Good listeners have the ability to listen to themselves.  They are not selfish or self-centered in their self listening, they are simply attentive.  They are attentive to the small stirrings within themselves that allow them to know themselves and be in tune with themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Good listeners listen to their God, their Higher Power, their Creator or the Universal Wisdom that sustains and informs us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Good listeners listen lovingly to others, finding something of importance in everything that is said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;They listen to nature, knowing that the utterings of the world around them are older than any of us and need to be heeded if we are to live in balance and harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/Scb0E8Z1tGI/AAAAAAAAAGg/JoyZK4wbyUs/s1600-h/listening03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/Scb0E8Z1tGI/AAAAAAAAAGg/JoyZK4wbyUs/s200/listening03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316204775928607842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Then there is talking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talk&lt;/span&gt;, we have a sacred responsibility for everything that comes out of our mouth.  We have an obligation to speak clearly, truthfully, and succinctly so that what we convey has the best possible chance to be understood.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can be somber, funny, entertaining or serious and we are responsible for our words if we want others to listen to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;listen&lt;/span&gt; and I tend to listen more than what I should causing me a lot of unhappiness as I tend to go out off my way to help out my talker.  My restriction should be; "wait until the talker asks you to act", I am too impulsive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I need to improve is my talking, I let go loose my pent up feelings all at once, take it of leave it otherwise, I practice "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sensible talking&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Check out your listening and talking skills…&lt;/span&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/5229856778386750611-1610156583906732982?l=lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/1610156583906732982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229856778386750611&amp;postID=1610156583906732982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/1610156583906732982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/1610156583906732982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/2009/03/are-you-paying-me-attention.html' title='Are you paying me attention?'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/Scb0EiAJAMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9qEO8LDbZRQ/s72-c/listening01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229856778386750611.post-3933877682440107514</id><published>2009-03-23T10:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T17:02:08.774+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HONESTY'/><title type='text'>"honest" lies become mistakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He told lies, then he called his lies mistakes and he still calls himself an honest person.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that where there is honesty there is no room for untruth.&lt;br /&gt;His "mistaken honesty" has destroyed his integrity and career what a way to go, all those invested years building up a clean reputation gone under the drain for what?.... &lt;br /&gt;just pure straight &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"honest lies"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I lied, but I'm basically honest, says Einfeld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By Anna Patty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARCUS EINFELD has spoken on camera about his fear of going to jail and begged for forgiveness for lying about his unpaid speeding fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While admitting his guilt, the former Federal Court judge tried to defend his integrity as a basically honest man who made a "mistake" by lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an interview recorded before his sentencing on Friday to two years of non-parole custody, the 70-year-old said he was prepared for prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know that anybody … who's never done it before, like me, can be ready for it, but I'm as ready as anybody can be … I've been told you need to have special protection; people don't like judges much, especially judges who've presided over criminal cases," he told the ABC's Four Corners. The program screens tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking a two-year silence, he spoke of remorse and a desire to rebuild his reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm desperately sorry for what I did," he said. "I'm sorry to my family, my elderly mother and my children. I'm sorry to the public at large because they have been my audience over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I lied. I can't say it any simpler than that. I told a lie, which was a disgraceful thing to do and for which I have been paying ever since. I'm being frank as is humanly possible. I think Australian people are pretty good at forgiving people who come clean."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the former justice's car was photographed by a speed camera on January 8, 2006, travelling 10kmh above the speed limit, he gave a sworn statement that a friend, Teresa Brennan, was driving, despite his knowledge that she had been dead for three years. "It's probably more shameful than the driving," he said. "She was a wonderful person and for me to use her name is more hurtful than anything else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Corners follows Einfeld in the days leading up to his sentence while he still hoped the testimony of his supporters would persuade the Supreme Court judge, Bruce James, against a jail term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They are going to prove that … these offences of mine are out of character, that I'm a person of integrity," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In defending his character, he said:&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; "I don't think I'm the slightest bit dishonest. I just made a mistake."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smh.com.au/national/i-lied-but-im-basically-honest-says-einfeld-20090322-95mh.html"&gt;SMH&lt;/a&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/5229856778386750611-3933877682440107514?l=lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/3933877682440107514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229856778386750611&amp;postID=3933877682440107514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/3933877682440107514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/3933877682440107514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/2009/03/lies-become-mistakes.html' title='&amp;quot;honest&amp;quot; lies become mistakes'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229856778386750611.post-2489524940611634412</id><published>2009-03-22T23:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T17:02:08.783+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><title type='text'>Indecisiveness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It does not matter what path you take, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but it does matter if the path you are taking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;is something that you are believing is appropriate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nothing is more damaging to you than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to do something that you believe is wrong&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So which way shall I go?&lt;br /&gt;the good or the bad?&lt;br /&gt;both look appealing so far...&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/5229856778386750611-2489524940611634412?l=lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/2489524940611634412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229856778386750611&amp;postID=2489524940611634412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/2489524940611634412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/2489524940611634412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/2009/03/indecisiveness.html' title='Indecisiveness'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229856778386750611.post-5667507713771751007</id><published>2009-03-20T18:39:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:42:02.146+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unconditional Love'/><title type='text'>Thinking of You once more</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/ScNIQHrC2dI/AAAAAAAAAEc/aNGj9pExL_Y/s1600-h/Garyscard2me20Mar09web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/ScNIQHrC2dI/AAAAAAAAAEc/aNGj9pExL_Y/s400/Garyscard2me20Mar09web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315171427002014162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;From Gary a penpal and a close friend.&lt;br /&gt;"From his last stop before Freedom&lt;br /&gt;he wishes me Happy Birthday"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the rich have to go through a batch of less luck at any time in their lives.  I was fortunate to go through my lesser time after I reached half century... and well kept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day you think you are the owner of the world, I had huge plans for the next 3-5 years.  Work-wise I had positioned myself at a top level where I could choose at pleasure.  I simply needed the time to complete some of my dreams but overnight I went unwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened at a board meeting, I came out not knowing who I was.  I took a long time to bring my body to respond to 45% normality, and since them I have been trying to heal back to normality, I still need to go about 5% and I will be PERFECT as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the convalescing period I had to work my mind and my spirit, well I tell you that my spirit needed more attention than my body.  I had to start finding my inner-child and when I found it, I had to wake up quickly as my inner-child loved shopping and it loved to be in charge of the credit card too… but as I did not want to upset it and run away I went along… those were the days until I learned I was the parent and my inner-child had to do as I instructed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across the right people, at the right time and places and one lent me a book by &lt;a href="http://www.jerryjampolskyanddianecirincione.com/%20"&gt;Jerry Jampolsky &lt;/a&gt; “change your mind change your life" (&lt;a href="http://www.jerryjampolskyanddianecirincione.com/%20"&gt;http://www.jerryjampolskyanddianecirincione.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while I followed the New Age crystal healing, herbs, aromatherapy and the many other pleasant and relaxing therapies.  I loved being around spiritual people, I felt good but during the overnight period I lost all my peaceful environment and I was desperate to find it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry in his book talked about love… loving people… aaaaah whaaaat… he had to be crazy, but I kept reading the book as I had nothing else to do… at a point he mentioned to offer love to prisoners.  But Jerry was not the only author I read that mentioned the same practice, Wayne Dyer brings it out in few of his books (I read most of his books – I love that man)… so prisoners… hmmm - visiting… hmmm.. are they kidding?  The idea I grew up about someone in prison was “stay away from prisoners, bad people, they will kill you..” but that is not the reality, as now I know there are many in prisons for crimes committed by others.  Prisoners are just people who loose their freedom to move around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEAR, Mr Fear was ruling my life and visiting a prisoner was overruled, ok it had to be another way and the road was shown to me.  I found Foreign Prisoners run by &lt;a href="http://www.foreignprisoners.com/"&gt;Kate Danes&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.foreignprisoners.com/"&gt;www.foreignprisoners.com/&lt;/a&gt; ), Kate still has a long list of prisoners looking for penpals and that is how I started.  I also have prisoners from poor countries hoping for help from foreign penpals and donors at &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://burmesepa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Burmese Prisoners Abroad&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://burmesepa.blogspot.com/"&gt;burmesepa.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;) (feel free to visit the blog please).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked one name from Kate's list, he is from Holland, Frank was in Japan for trafficking and given 14 years at the age of 26 I think… it was a tip toeing experience for me, I had not idea what was going to happen after I wrote a postcard. He couldn't kill me through a letter but the fear was there.  Frank is the friendliest happy guy, he speaks perfect English and his world knowledge is very advanced.  He knows more about Australian history than I do, well that is because the Vikings came here hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank introduced me to Gary from UK also doing trafficking experience in Japan.  They were separated and sent to different prisons.  Both of them are now at home completing their sentence times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile the friendship has grown stronger.  Writing to prisoners needs a bit of skill and I had none by then.  It is very emotional to read their living experiences as it is wanting to send some comforting words to lift their spirits, but as Jerry and Wayne said, when we send love we receive love and love guided me.  I am talking about UNCONDITIONAL LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank is a spiritual man while Gary is more the easy going relaxed musician and both were influential in my personal and spiritual healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Gary now in UK, everything is going as planned, because from this end I had to help him continue dreaming and in a way that monthly letter was some sort of a tender pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me it became a distant-close relationship at the end, Gary has approximately 5 months to complete his time and go on parole, today I received my first Birthday Card and is coming from Gary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is excited that he is so close to freedom and he has gone into open prison, he will be allowed to go abroad on holidays whilst on parole and he is looking forward that time.  That was a beautiful gift I received as well as he is still holding to his dreams…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever meet them?  Who knows, maybe only if we want to meet then the opportunity might present itself, then it would be nice to sit and enjoy the friendship the 3 of us have built under very restricted circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile geography has become a pigment of our imagination we are in contact part of our days or overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you Gary for remembering me on my Special Day.&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/5229856778386750611-5667507713771751007?l=lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/5667507713771751007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229856778386750611&amp;postID=5667507713771751007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/5667507713771751007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/5667507713771751007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/2009/03/thinking-of-you-once-more.html' title='Thinking of You once more'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/ScNIQHrC2dI/AAAAAAAAAEc/aNGj9pExL_Y/s72-c/Garyscard2me20Mar09web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229856778386750611.post-7836760173600904101</id><published>2009-03-20T17:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T17:02:08.797+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grand prix1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><title type='text'>Red Bull</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/ScM9S1VZs_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/oA3K9LSu9g0/s1600-h/redbullcar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 117px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/ScM9S1VZs_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/oA3K9LSu9g0/s320/redbullcar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315159378991100914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Been to the grand prix lately?  I attended the formula1 in 1992, the last race held in Adelaide, my first time in the city, it was a glorious time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being my first time to a car racing event I expected action flashing moving cars with the continuously boom rooom rooom. At times it was boring as most of the cars went in group and it took long minutes before they made the full circle to be able to see them again, at other times it was breath taken adrenaline pumping with each turn and take over they offered us, amazing experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fascinated by Ayrton Senna, his driving was so neat whenever he approached the sharp corners his driving was so smooth making the rounds nice and clean, it felt like he was caressing his girl, so gentle.  Nigel Mansell was in his best but his curves were very cringing.  Even though being my first experience I tried to enjoy it as much as possible.  And it went for 3 days but I endured the other two days shopping in Adelaide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly Ayrton left the dearly beloved few years back and Nigel retired.  Now I will be focusing on the current crews… I hope you enjoy the speeding this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/ScM9bhtaw1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gLNoU6MDdj0/s1600-h/MarkWebber-SebastianVettel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/ScM9bhtaw1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gLNoU6MDdj0/s320/MarkWebber-SebastianVettel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315159528341947218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now Moe, why do you think I like Red Bull?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 1992 I followed the races every now and then, in the past 9 years I have been away from the TV but today my eye caught Mark Webber. I hope Mark makes a nice come back on 29th, all the best to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RED BULL time now… no wonder some gals in SP love red bull drinks, the high adrenaline they get from their sips I wonder who are they looking at…? Tuh tuh tuh naughty naughty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Photo: tall dark and handsome; MarkWebber and SebastianVettel.&lt;/span&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/5229856778386750611-7836760173600904101?l=lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/7836760173600904101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229856778386750611&amp;postID=7836760173600904101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/7836760173600904101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/7836760173600904101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/2009/03/red-bull.html' title='Red Bull'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/ScM9S1VZs_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/oA3K9LSu9g0/s72-c/redbullcar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229856778386750611.post-2476319281670151584</id><published>2009-03-20T02:23:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T17:02:08.789+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Taliban took another boy from us</title><content type='html'>The casket of Australian Corp. Mathew Hopkins arrived this week and right after the news Sergeant Brett Till, 21yso was killed in Afghanistan, our second within a week, so far we have 10 soldiers killed within the past year and half.  What are we doing there?  What sort of business have we got there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229856778386750611-2476319281670151584?l=lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/2476319281670151584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229856778386750611&amp;postID=2476319281670151584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/2476319281670151584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/2476319281670151584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/2009/03/taliban-took-another-boy-from-us.html' title='Taliban took another boy from us'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229856778386750611.post-1418036378368607393</id><published>2009-03-19T17:25:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T17:03:49.451+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expectations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='al fresco romance'/><title type='text'>Expectations</title><content type='html'>Being a simple person, enjoying; the simple, raw, beautiful things in life it means I am a rebellious kind of person, I expect a lot of the good stuff…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I buy a salad sandwich I expect fresh salad in it opposite to the tinned stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I order steak with mushroom sauce, I expect lots of mushrooms in the sauce, contrary to the lucky find in the watery fluid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/ScM5C-SYFBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bsDIKKKAXkQ/s1600-h/endangeredspecies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/ScM5C-SYFBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bsDIKKKAXkQ/s200/endangeredspecies.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315154708469912594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I go on a date I expect to be treated like a queen and if the vibes are there I expect the best upgrade to a five stars comfort, submissive to el-cheapo bushes yuk, nonono oouch take care of my back will you? I’m an acrobat in training…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to know what I get surprises are not my theme at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also expect a lot from the people I surround myself with and when they decide to surprise me I simply take a cold shower and move as far as possible.&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/5229856778386750611-1418036378368607393?l=lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/1418036378368607393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229856778386750611&amp;postID=1418036378368607393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/1418036378368607393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/1418036378368607393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/2009/03/expectations_19.html' title='Expectations'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/ScM5C-SYFBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bsDIKKKAXkQ/s72-c/endangeredspecies.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229856778386750611.post-4966115205161187666</id><published>2009-03-19T17:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T17:02:08.804+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expectations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='al fresco romance'/><title type='text'>Expectations</title><content type='html'>Being a simple person, enjoying; the simple, raw, beautiful things in life it means I am a rebellious kind of person, I expect a lot of the good stuff…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I buy a salad sandwich I expect fresh salad in it opposite to the tinned stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I order steak with mushroom sauce, I expect lots of mushrooms in the sauce, contrary to the lucky find in the watery fluid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/ScM5C-SYFBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bsDIKKKAXkQ/s1600-h/endangeredspecies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/ScM5C-SYFBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bsDIKKKAXkQ/s200/endangeredspecies.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315154708469912594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I go on a date I expect to be treated like a queen and if the vibes are there I expect the best upgrade to a five stars comfort, submissive to el-cheapo bushes yuk, nonono oouch take care of my back will you? I’m an acrobat in training…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to know what I get surprises are not my theme at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also expect a lot from the people I surround myself with and when they decide to surprise me I simply take a cold shower and move as far as possible.&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/5229856778386750611-4966115205161187666?l=lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/4966115205161187666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229856778386750611&amp;postID=4966115205161187666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/4966115205161187666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/4966115205161187666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/2009/03/expectations.html' title='Expectations'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/ScM5C-SYFBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bsDIKKKAXkQ/s72-c/endangeredspecies.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229856778386750611.post-1454352193686417214</id><published>2009-03-18T17:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T17:02:08.810+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Global Economy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Rescue packages can save Australia</title><content type='html'>Do we want to be rescued?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I still enjoy eating outside to make sure I am contributing to the rescue of our economy…&lt;br /&gt;although I am going out within moderation I still enjoy that sweet service I receive every time I hand out a $20-$50 bill… lovely time.&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only people would be able to relax their minds and think in best ways to go through the recession, panic is the worst enemy during these times.&lt;br /&gt;My best wishes to all affected.&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/5229856778386750611-1454352193686417214?l=lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/1454352193686417214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229856778386750611&amp;postID=1454352193686417214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/1454352193686417214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/1454352193686417214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/2009/03/rescue-packages-can-save-australia.html' title='Rescue packages can save Australia'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229856778386750611.post-3088668923478786769</id><published>2009-03-16T16:51:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:32:30.463+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Moe Kyaw Thu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='article'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thyn Pa Nwe'/><title type='text'>Stuck with an old 57 years old woman</title><content type='html'>The other day I was told I am an old woman... and it hurt badly... because I am a tomboy and the teller was telling huge figs too because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scientists now believe mental abilities decline from &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;age 27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;that will teach the teller as his girlfriend is an OLD 29 years old, ooooh she is too tired of life too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLD age, scientists now believe, starts when you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;hit that giddy age of ... 27.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, many well-known effects of ageing may start decades before our twilight years when old age is blamed for misplaced keys and sunglasses, when one forgets a name or an appopintment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new research, reports The Mail on Sunday newspaper in the UK,  shows that our &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;mental abilities&lt;/span&gt; begin to decline from the age of 27 after reaching a peak at 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The researchers studied 2,000 men and women aged 18 to 60 over seven years. The people involved, mostly in good health and well-educated, had to solve visual puzzles, recall words and story details and spot patterns in letters and symbols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similar tests are often used to diagnose mental disabilities and diseases, such as Alzheimer's  and other forms of dementia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The research at the University of Virginia, reported in the academic journal Neurobiology Of Aging, found that in nine out of 12 tests the average age at which the top performance was achieved was 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first age at which performance was significantly lower than the peak scores was 27 – for three tests of reasoning, speed of thought and spatial visualisation. Memory was shown to decline from the average age of 37. In the other tests, poorer results were shown by the age of 42.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;(God blesses my senior memory hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor Timothy Salthouse said the results suggested that therapies designed to prevent or reverse age-related conditions may need to start earlier, long before people become pensioners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now who do we know who is 27? There's Beyonce Knowles, Adriana Lima, Serena Williams and Guy Sebastian to name but four,  who is 29?  Thyn Pa Nwe, John Moe is a decrepit at 36, and their troop.... oh let's concentrate on the young ones shall we...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/dailytelegraph/story/0,22049,25191805-5006007,00.html"&gt;The Daily Telegraph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 16, 2009 12:00am&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/5229856778386750611-3088668923478786769?l=lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/3088668923478786769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229856778386750611&amp;postID=3088668923478786769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/3088668923478786769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/3088668923478786769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/2009/03/stuck-to-old-57-years-old-woman.html' title='Stuck with an old 57 years old woman'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229856778386750611.post-478815680861389036</id><published>2009-03-15T08:16:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T11:27:19.608+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Shoot the Duck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/SbtUPnWQlMI/AAAAAAAAADk/xNyJ-GaijuM/s1600-h/kind2day.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/SbtUPnWQlMI/AAAAAAAAADk/xNyJ-GaijuM/s320/kind2day.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312932812650747074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="fullpost"&gt;Let's enjoy Duck a la Orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/SbtUVxl_JAI/AAAAAAAAADs/a1wvtsNyMDw/s1600-h/duckalaorange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/SbtUVxl_JAI/AAAAAAAAADs/a1wvtsNyMDw/s400/duckalaorange.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312932918480282626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" class="fullpost"&gt;Enjoy...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;To help someone is considered a gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;To offer friendship to someone is also a gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Kindness is a gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Taking advantage of friendship and rudeness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;are too far from being gifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;But he thinks help is an obligation from the gifter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;and when the help stops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;he "thought" he was being helped,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;he is not sure he was being helped as per his "thought"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;He also "thought" friendship was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;an obligation towards his goals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;As he is not getting his way then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;he expects kindness towards him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Meanwhile he mudded one's friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;wanting to appear "honest" in front&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;of the eyes of his not so "innocent" friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;as she is not to know the true duck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has the Duck been kind lately?&lt;br /&gt;Then&lt;br /&gt;Why is his world upside down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Aim and .....................................&lt;br /&gt;.......................SHOOT THE DUCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&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/5229856778386750611-478815680861389036?l=lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/478815680861389036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229856778386750611&amp;postID=478815680861389036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/478815680861389036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/478815680861389036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-lets-enjoy-duck-la-orange-enjoy.html' title='Shoot the Duck'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/SbtUPnWQlMI/AAAAAAAAADk/xNyJ-GaijuM/s72-c/kind2day.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229856778386750611.post-1101204071848078133</id><published>2009-03-14T11:39:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T12:09:26.008+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julie Roces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parchment craft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='article'/><title type='text'>Possessiveness:  once again it is all mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/Sbr-OewVAHI/AAAAAAAAADc/PuQnjFqSQT0/s1600-h/November07Card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/Sbr-OewVAHI/AAAAAAAAADc/PuQnjFqSQT0/s320/November07Card.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312838235164311666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Lovely isn’t it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To create that piece of art takes lots of patience and I mean lots in huge bundles as the work is very fiddly.  It requires concentration, dedication, and TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is one of the most precious tools when creating art.  Artists could paint a picture in five minutes as it could take up to years to complete it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this case where &lt;a href="http://www.julieroces.com/"&gt;Julie Roces&lt;/a&gt; the designer, a colleague in Philippines delights us with her creativity that it must had taken a considerable numbers of days to develop the above creation.  I calculate about 1-2 weeks to complete the pattern during long hours a day and it must had taken about 3-5 days to complete the whitework which is the actual card you are looking at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/Sbr981ZBVnI/AAAAAAAAADU/VsFnXbgm-BM/s1600-h/Juliessamp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/Sbr981ZBVnI/AAAAAAAAADU/VsFnXbgm-BM/s200/Juliessamp.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312837932002924146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Opposite picture of a sample of the actual design for the above card.  Julie Roces©2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Browsing through my once upon parchment it brought memories to a sting I went through with a pattern of mine, an experience that related to a situation I had to face few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long ago I designed a card for Julie’s birthday, it was meant for her, I created the card, posted it and I kept my pattern.  A year later browsing one of the craft’s sites another parcher had displayed "my" design created on a card of hers and she was offering my pattern as a free gift as her design.  Politely I asked her to remove the pattern as it was not hers but the ones benefiting from the “freebie” made me an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;ogre&lt;/span&gt; and a dispute started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fought about my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“possession”&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "it was mine"&lt;/span&gt;, at the end it was just a pattern I could had recreated on another application and learn from that experience, “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it was mine”&lt;/span&gt; , I was attached to that work and part of me was stolen, so I felt.  As the years pass by my tools are still waiting to be caressed by my fingers… hmmm maybe one day Julie, maybe one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was born I was very independent, and possessive with what it is mine.  I only shared with my sister.  As I grew older I became possessive with my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work became my signature, my icon, my identity.  Nothing wrong with this quite the opposite, I am very proud of my work, very proud of my successes and also I am proud when I step on the mud without invitation because I feel I need to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being my work I find it difficult to accept that my efforts get thwarted carelessly by the deceitful. I have been in and out of court for intellectual property cases, oooh those copyrights are a very sensitive topic with me.  By the way Julie, thanks for the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being retired it should mean I am not working at all, fortunately work we do since we are born.  As babies we sleep and drink, as children we play and study, as adults we work for reward and as elderly we enjoy life the best we can, all these are wrapped up as WORK.  Some activities are joyful others bearable and to some we just conform ourselves to do our best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past year through my activism I spent a lot of time helping others, there have been situations where people find themselves without identity, displaced, no place to call home due to their governments, wanting to adapt to new ways and customs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the task of helping some with their challenges to become refugees, reading forms, finding information, where they could go to stay, locating maps and the list goes on, it became a full-time job.  It was my WORK as in MINE, although I was committed it was not one of my obligations neither any of my priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some trusted me, others just had no choice others thought I was their slave to do as I was told at the call of theirs wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did not matter for a while, but when I found out that my “golden time” was stage-managed then my possessive side flared out claiming ownership for what it was mine and it should had not been jeopardized by their irresponsible and uncontrolled personal matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once more I found myself attached to the idea that work is a vital part of me, I let my temper flare out and the persons that caused the outburst were gifted with the negative side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my questions are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to detach from possessiveness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I have to do to curve the possessive side of me and learn to let go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need to learn to detach from other’s misery and let them find their own way, we learn as we go in life, we learn on our last breath.  Thank you Thomas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend.&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/5229856778386750611-1101204071848078133?l=lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/1101204071848078133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229856778386750611&amp;postID=1101204071848078133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/1101204071848078133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/1101204071848078133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/2009/03/possessiveness-once-again-it-is-all.html' title='Possessiveness:  once again it is all mine'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/Sbr-OewVAHI/AAAAAAAAADc/PuQnjFqSQT0/s72-c/November07Card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229856778386750611.post-6034880313999884096</id><published>2009-03-13T21:37:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T22:00:14.408+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='article'/><title type='text'>What have I done to be proud of myself today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/Sbo5qv4SnrI/AAAAAAAAADE/gcTqBzMeeho/s1600-h/Believe-In-Yourself.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/Sbo5qv4SnrI/AAAAAAAAADE/gcTqBzMeeho/s320/Believe-In-Yourself.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312622117006778034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Quite interesting question…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was me all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on receiving mood all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed no nappy change all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not wet the bed either… hooray for that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not skid my boxers either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I typed and submitted a post before I left to hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to hospital for 2nd day treatment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave my best blood to Dracula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a nice girl under the scanner… not behind the bushes nonono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked for information on how to stop a pain that is becoming chronic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that gooood girls girls girls are bad ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a love letter to a friend and posted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate curry tonight … not a good idea I should leave that to the lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just got home…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a great day for me, better than yesterday, although yesterday was good too…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad&lt;br /&gt;So sorry&lt;br /&gt;I could not hang my head …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I made another real friend on my way home… lunch tomorrow… tuc tuc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I do, it is good I do it because it makes me feel good, do I need permission to feel good? naaaaaaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about that. Something is seriously awry when ones self-esteem is so low you cannot feel proud of your own accomplishments without someone else also giving you credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is not well when you need someone to reassure you exist, when you cannot function as an individual, when you are a dependent then you are not You, you are just someone's echo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start by trusting yourself, start by believing in yourself first, start by being honest to yourself first, see for that which makes you happy, once you find it, it will guide you to create more and more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can make us happy if we do not know who we are and what we want.&lt;br /&gt;No one can love us the way we want if wed do not know how to love ourselves first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want now?&lt;br /&gt;Ask and it is given anytime you want it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is possible only if you want it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;More on self trust coming soon...&lt;/span&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/5229856778386750611-6034880313999884096?l=lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/6034880313999884096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229856778386750611&amp;postID=6034880313999884096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/6034880313999884096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/6034880313999884096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-have-i-done-to-be-proud-of-myself.html' title='What have I done to be proud of myself today?'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/Sbo5qv4SnrI/AAAAAAAAADE/gcTqBzMeeho/s72-c/Believe-In-Yourself.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229856778386750611.post-2496584967264159497</id><published>2009-03-13T06:11:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T07:26:06.323+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='article'/><title type='text'>A Lady's Repute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/SblnitOYz2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/MWgwOGhaPdQ/s1600-h/myfairlady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/SblnitOYz2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/MWgwOGhaPdQ/s320/myfairlady.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312391081413365602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Behind the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;bushes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;wouldn't be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;loverly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;my lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Who is a lady?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A well-mannered and considerate woman with high standards of proper behavior.&lt;br /&gt;A woman of refinement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Which qualities make a lady?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman regarded as proper and virtuous.&lt;br /&gt;A well-behaved young girl.&lt;br /&gt;A woman who is the head of a household.&lt;br /&gt;A woman, especially when spoken of or to in a polite way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;What is a lady address?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a title, in the old days it was given to royalty to designate their social status.&lt;br /&gt;In these modern days it is a "name" given to a woman.&lt;br /&gt;A general feminine title of nobility and other rank, specifically: used as a title to address female royalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also is one of the many names for; Cocaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days females receive this polite addressing, “Ask the lady in purple…”, “See the lady at the end of the corridor”&lt;br /&gt;But I have never heard of, “it was the lady behind the bushes…”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Then, in these modern times, what is the personal role of the lady?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady apart from being a virtuous, well-mannered person is someone who takes care of her environment, her person, her emotions.&lt;br /&gt;A lady takes responsibility for herself, for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her body&lt;/span&gt;, maintains her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;principles high&lt;/span&gt; at all times.&lt;br /&gt;A lady knows where to go, when and why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In royal circles ladies were a mix of; kind people and there are well known selfish royals named somewhere in the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my early childhood, ladies were kind, generous people helping and caring for others. "Oh that lady smelled nice", that was because the lady was nice... "she bought me a rag doll"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well… I am half way there as I am a tomboy and I love mischief.  Knowing well who I am, I make sure I remain within my boundaries in relation to my personal standards. To lower myself for a moment of passion it would mean to effect my life for the rest of my natural existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thievery, abortion, deceit behaviour fit the lower social classes, due to lack of education, due to lack of resources available to improve their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the point to follow careers, invest the sacrifices of our parents to send us to become better people if in a low moment of temptation, all those sacrifices go down the drain due to weakness and lack of control on the emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only "the lady" in question suffers with misbehaviour, the rest of the family have to put up with the penalties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reputation is not a custom, reputation is the standard of qualities of a person, it could be good as it could be appalling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is in response to a mistake experienced by people who strongly believe in "ethnic customs".&lt;br /&gt;I have lived in this modern world for many years, I only follow what "my book" dictates, which is my conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a prudish is someone else's role. I enjoy my outings, I enjoy male companionship and at all times I keep my head on my shoulders, I make sure I am safe and well protected, my body is my temple and I love enjoying my body for few more decades to come as I love my sanity.  Hurting myself and others due to my weakness would be incomprehensible not an alternative.&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/5229856778386750611-2496584967264159497?l=lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/2496584967264159497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229856778386750611&amp;postID=2496584967264159497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/2496584967264159497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/2496584967264159497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/2009/03/ladys-repute.html' title='A Lady&apos;s Repute'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/SblnitOYz2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/MWgwOGhaPdQ/s72-c/myfairlady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229856778386750611.post-6407226457273765127</id><published>2009-03-12T19:43:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:36:22.275+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='article'/><title type='text'>FRIENDSHIP, PURE and ROMANTIC LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allgraphics123.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 393px; height: 247px;" src="http://www.allgraphics123.com/ag/01/7176/7176.gif" alt="Friend Graphic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.allgraphics123.com/comments/friendship/"&gt;Friendship&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/friendship"&gt;Reliable Online Definition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt; - A person whom one knows, likes, and trusts.  A person with whom one is allied in a struggle or cause; a comrade.  A person known well to another and regarded with liking, affection, and loyalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friendship &lt;/span&gt;- the state of being friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friendly Relationship:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt; - a state involving mutual dealings between people or parties or countries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;companionship, fellowship, society, company&lt;/span&gt; - the state of being with someone; "he missed their company"; "he enjoyed the society of his friends"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;confidence, trust&lt;/span&gt; - a trustful relationship; "he took me into his confidence"; "he betrayed their trust"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Confidence&lt;/span&gt; - Trust or faith in a person or thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trust&lt;/span&gt; – One in which confidence is placed.  To have or place confidence in; or depend on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;OLD FASHIONED FRIENDSHIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;History of the Word Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Word History: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A friend is a lover, literally. The relationship between Latin am cus "friend" and am "I love" is clear, as is the relationship between Greek philos "friend" and phile "I love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In English, though, we have to go back a millennium before we see the verb related to friend. At that time, fr ond, the Old English word for "friend," was simply the present participle of the verb fr on, "to love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Germanic root behind this verb is *fr -, which meant "to like, love, be friendly to." Closely linked to these concepts is that of "peace," and in fact Germanic made a noun from this root, *frithu-, meaning exactly that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ultimately descended from this noun are the personal names Frederick, "peaceful ruler," and Siegfried, "victory peace." The root also shows up in the name of the Germanic deity Frigg, the goddess of love, who lives on today in the word Friday, "day of Frigg," from an ancient translation of Latin Veneris di s, "day of Venus."  ---&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;As per our reliable and best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/friend"&gt;FRIEND&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; the dictionary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am less familiar with this history I still practice the old fashioned friendship where sex is not invited at all. My belief is that sex could affect the friendly relationship and complicates life. To step from friendship into a loving relationship is a huge risk and a big decision for the ones involved, it is a step where unconditional love falls that makes us confident to establish a long term relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of those persons where intimacy is linked to attachment causing grave emotions and situations.  I rather have romping dates, this way I know who is who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;BROADMINDED FRIENDSHIP or FRIENDSHIP WITH BENEFITS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is more the modern “Friendship” I have learned to accept these days.  I call it more, “friendship with overtime duties conveniently sided”.  I am happy picking up my poncho any time and walking away, I wash my socks when it suits me and I keep my purse to myself, I am still trying to find the meaning of sharing.   Oooh how sad…&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day I am ready to share at the moment I am happy the way my life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, financially it is the best way to enjoy a comfortable lifestyle by holding to a “friend”.  Fortunately I am very independent, this friendship suits me not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lack of Self-Esteem, duplicity, enslavement tend to misunderstand friendship.  Many times people think that friendship and love, well ‘romantic love’ are the same and many times we see people that they are attached to the lover for the wrong reasons.  Eventually they will walk away from each other and their worlds collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lack of self-esteem blocks them from making friends, true friends.  Emotional upbringing makes them dependable seeking for that ‘hand contact’ reassuring them that everything is ok, the world is pinky to them as long that “warm hand” is there but if it is not then their world becomes depressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lust goes with broadminded friendship and it could turn into love as long as the person’s self-esteem is strong to be self.  Knowing the freedom to be self and wanting to share with the other person.  Knowing they are confident within themselves to fully function on their own as creative individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;True Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.  —I Corinthians 13:4-8a (NIV)&lt;/blockquote&gt;Love is best seen as devotion and action, not an emotion. Love is not exclusively based on how we feel. Certainly our emotions are involved, but they cannot be our only criteria for love. True devotion will always lead to action—true love.  We are in full control of our emotions, when we are ready to share our game we express it with sex therefore, love is action not an emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are “in love” as in romantic love, we are so full with the feeling and even from the distance we are capable of filling the other person up with a word, with a graphic smiley, a phone call, a letter.  When a person misses a loved one to fall into depression, it only happens because the person lacks the feeling, the feeling is not within the person missing the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LUST &lt;/span&gt;is just that… PURE Sex… get few drinks and get in the mood and "I do not remember.. it wasn't me" – another post about this topic coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PURE LOVE or UNCONDITIONAL LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You do not love me anymore you do not write me as you used to, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you do not buy me diamonds anymore, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you do not buy me flowers anymore, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if you love me you would marry me even I don’t love you… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these are “conditions” to prove love for other person… this type of love carries a measure tape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allgraphics123.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.allgraphics123.com/ag/01/6980/6980.jpg" alt="Love " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.allgraphics123.com/comments/love/"&gt;Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNCONDITIONAL LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just that ‘no conditions’, accepting the person with faults and virtues.  This Love is divine, our Creator gifts us with his eternal love, the love of a mother is unconditional for her child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though a person has more faults than virtues, those faults are the essence of his existence and we have no right to force the person to change, we can only guide the person to see if it is convenient to make some changes for the good of the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unconditional love makes us see our faults, it stop us from hurting each other, it makes us take responsibility for our errors, we make the decisions to step into action therefore we take the responsibility for the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unconditional love needs no proof, it needs not display, it feels so warm and the energy to be it makes you wonderful, floating on pink clouds all the time.  Everything around you turns up your way when you are full up with unconditional love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt it, but lately I experienced a leak.  I must find it and parch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times we give love to the person who does not want it and it chews our personal energy.  It drains us in such a way we need to recharge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="fullpost"&gt;Where there is FRIENDSHIP, UNCONDITIONAL LOVE reigns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="fullpost"&gt;Where there is Love, obstacles melt, opening the way to sharing because love is Bright Light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;AGE IRRELEVANT TO FRIENDSHIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back into the Old Fashioned Friendship, where age has no place in deciding who I chose to be friends with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the pass of the years I have built up “true” friendships going back to over 30 years now.   These people located all over the world manage to make time to meet me and the rest of the group, but we are from the old school, do modern friends practice this ritual?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People from different ages, backgrounds and status in life, when we meet we look forward our joy to spend that glorious time together by reporting all past’s years happenings, travelling through the memory lane and or sharing future plans.  I still attend Christmas parties from jobs I held 30 years ago, the places are non-existing anymore, the people are still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young people from overseas I met online at my early web-beginnings have come to meet me and it was a magnificent exchange, we still keep in contact and amazingly we share a much richer trust.  One of the reasons why I keep my domain as that is one of the ways to be located.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People my age have more common interests making it more a social gathering to exchange happy and not so happy times with each other, we are closer to contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in my locality are a mixed age group as well with different views, interests, activities and we all manage to enjoy FRIENDSHIP considering the difference of ages.  The FRIENDSHIP is a learning experience for the young ones and for the much older at the same time the fun reigns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a 14 year old coming to tell me “all about her new feelings… oh mum will freak out if she finds out… “ it is sweet as also it is very emotional to have them inviting you for a cuppa to show me some of her masterpieces from art school and giving me hints how to improve my craft… it is a two way road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A much older in his mid 20s came to find out “how to find out the ‘pattern’ of a person as in unfaithful pattern.  The friendship becomes sort of counseling as well as few days ago these young ones were there for me, “dump the ageist” after a past friend manipulated my friendship towards his goals, manipulating my time, my efforts, at periods demanding my skilled support when I faced difficulties to work with him from the distance.  My young friends knew how harder I worked to help others and they saw that my efforts were missing appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is there in many ways, we just have to appreciate it and I am blessed to have such a LOVING RAINBOW, I am grateful to all my friendships.&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/5229856778386750611-6407226457273765127?l=lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/6407226457273765127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229856778386750611&amp;postID=6407226457273765127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/6407226457273765127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/6407226457273765127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/2009/03/friendship-pure-and-romantic-love.html' title='FRIENDSHIP, PURE and ROMANTIC LOVE'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229856778386750611.post-4265114128575214448</id><published>2008-12-24T16:40:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T16:44:04.695+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Best friend copes the dirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/SVHLqRZ8eUI/AAAAAAAAACU/ZP4NqaPCzCM/s1600-h/dogaddicted.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 102px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/SVHLqRZ8eUI/AAAAAAAAACU/ZP4NqaPCzCM/s400/dogaddicted.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283227764969470274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we all believe Angels come from Mars...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229856778386750611-4265114128575214448?l=lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/4265114128575214448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229856778386750611&amp;postID=4265114128575214448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/4265114128575214448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/4265114128575214448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-friend-copes-dirt.html' title='Best friend copes the dirt'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/SVHLqRZ8eUI/AAAAAAAAACU/ZP4NqaPCzCM/s72-c/dogaddicted.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229856778386750611.post-2748406894929198976</id><published>2008-11-17T16:54:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T17:00:04.981+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><title type='text'>How big?...</title><content type='html'>It was this big...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/SSEHUdfS0fI/AAAAAAAAACE/pfsEWxmWp8s/s1600-h/peter-evans-fresh-tv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/SSEHUdfS0fI/AAAAAAAAACE/pfsEWxmWp8s/s400/peter-evans-fresh-tv.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269501087094854130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Men and their... fibs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Evans - Fresh Cooking&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/5229856778386750611-2748406894929198976?l=lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/2748406894929198976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229856778386750611&amp;postID=2748406894929198976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/2748406894929198976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/2748406894929198976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-big.html' title='How big?...'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/SSEHUdfS0fI/AAAAAAAAACE/pfsEWxmWp8s/s72-c/peter-evans-fresh-tv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229856778386750611.post-5000248107276435771</id><published>2008-11-17T13:03:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:14:03.420+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>A Moment of Nothingness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By Min Ko Naing - 88 Student Leader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Courtesy:  &lt;a href="http://abfsu.net/"&gt;All Burma Federation of Students&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a dragon - evolving from having been a snake,&lt;br /&gt;However there is no dragon crest to raise high.&lt;br /&gt;Having imprinted configurations&lt;br /&gt;On ones’ palms,&lt;br /&gt;Yet there is no sign of luck to be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody enters the race in the river&lt;br /&gt;through their own preparation,&lt;br /&gt;However, when one meets the waterfall unexpectedly,&lt;br /&gt;Some ‘free-riders’ downstream scream in shock,&lt;br /&gt;And some struggling upstream against the tide finally become helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numbers are increasing year after year,&lt;br /&gt;However, there is no actual age to show people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be still be called a life&lt;br /&gt;Because we are still living and struggling,&lt;br /&gt;However, there is no actual meaning to express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Original Message-Poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Whislt at Sittwe Prison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Smuggled out of jail by another political prisoner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;To show, where there is a will there is a way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;the TRUTH finds its way OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/SSDSEDdwZVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/nQ6eiVR_0Cw/s1600-h/MinKoNaingMinKoNaingPoem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/SSDSEDdwZVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/nQ6eiVR_0Cw/s400/MinKoNaingMinKoNaingPoem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269442531114902866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/5229856778386750611-5000248107276435771?l=lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/5000248107276435771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229856778386750611&amp;postID=5000248107276435771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/5000248107276435771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/5000248107276435771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/2008/11/moment-of-nothingness.html' title='A Moment of Nothingness'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/SSDSEDdwZVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/nQ6eiVR_0Cw/s72-c/MinKoNaingMinKoNaingPoem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229856778386750611.post-8536702922320262886</id><published>2008-11-17T09:40:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:41:26.803+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='article'/><title type='text'>toilet visit goes off with a bang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;NOTE to self:&lt;/span&gt; never play with a cigarette lighter on the toilet - particularly after spraying the room with air freshener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 13-year-old German schoolboy Dennis Bueller, it's a lesson he won't forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Recklinghausen lad was blasted out of the window of his bathroom from the fireball created by his dad's lighter which ignited the air freshener he had sprayed moments earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I began fiddling with a lighter my dad left in there and suddenly there was this big orange whoosh! of flame. I woke up outside with my clothes burned off me and smelling like a barbecue," Bueller said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueller suffered burns to his face, arms, legs and upper body and will require months of treatment. He will need months of care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad Artur, 31, said: "He said the downstairs loo smelled but I think he realises he was a bit dim in playing with a lighter."&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/5229856778386750611-8536702922320262886?l=lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/8536702922320262886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229856778386750611&amp;postID=8536702922320262886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/8536702922320262886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/8536702922320262886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/2008/11/toilet-visit-goes-off-with-bang.html' title='toilet visit goes off with a bang'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229856778386750611.post-440922418058944501</id><published>2008-11-17T05:21:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T05:25:33.788+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='article'/><title type='text'>Buddha reincarnation worshipped in Nepal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/SSBk5mdVS6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/TvoJBwO44r4/s1600-h/RamBahadurBamjan-Buddha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 137px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/SSBk5mdVS6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/TvoJBwO44r4/s200/RamBahadurBamjan-Buddha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269322504762379170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Second coming ... Ram Bahadur Bamjan re-emerged in Nepal to bless devotees after meditating without food and water for more than three years / AP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE from all over the world are flocking to Nepal to worship a teenage boy who many believe is the reincarnation of Buddha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followers say Ram Bahadur Bamjan, 18, re-emerged from the Ratanpur jungle, about 160km south of Kathmandu, after meditating without food and water for more than three years, the Associated Press reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ram, who was last spotted in the jungles of southern Nepal in 2005, is believed to have spent months without moving, sitting with his eyes closed beneath a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During meditation Ram is also said to have been bitten by a snake on two separate occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who worship such a feat, Ram's appearance was a chance to witness the miracle in the flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking healthy and surrounded by a line of Buddhist monks, Ram blessed followers with the touch of the "divine" from atop a podium covered in yellow cloth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got a chance to see God today. They say he is Buddha, but for me he is just God," said Bishnu Maya Khadka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ram, who has never claimed to be Buddha, is expected to address his followers on November 18 and then retreat again into the jungle for meditation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="date"&gt;November 13, 2008 01:15pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5229856778386750611-440922418058944501?l=lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/440922418058944501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229856778386750611&amp;postID=440922418058944501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/440922418058944501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/440922418058944501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/2008/11/buddha-reincarnation-worshipped-in.html' title='Buddha reincarnation worshipped in Nepal'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iP_Jdjpkes/SSBk5mdVS6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/TvoJBwO44r4/s72-c/RamBahadurBamjan-Buddha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5229856778386750611.post-5502172071216925852</id><published>2008-11-17T05:15:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T05:19:48.833+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='article'/><title type='text'>Sex and Lust are two different things</title><content type='html'>Now with the new Family Law ammended where the naughty wanting a harem are to pay maintenance to their Xs, Dear Father Pell has this for us... Now let's pay attention shall we... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/story/0,27574,24655632-5007146,00.html"&gt;Sex has the power to purify or corrupt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sunday Telegraph&lt;br /&gt;November 16, 2008 12:00am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUST is still one of the seven deadly sins, but not because Christians are spoilsports. A disordered sexual appetite causes damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Healthy sexual desire is a blessing, but like every desire it needs to be trained, well directed and restrained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now recognise that sexual addiction is as much a disease as addiction to drugs or alcohol, because habits feed on themselves for good or ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lust is the deadly sin this week because of the recent sad news that NSW is suffering from an epidemic of sexually transmitted diseases among teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rate of diagnosed chlamydia among girls and young women is more than double that among teenage boys and young men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those aged 16 to 24 had the highest percentage of such infections, and south-east Sydney and the Hunter region were the worst-affected areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lust is more of a problem among older age groups than it is among teenagers, but it's sad to see some of them making trouble for themselves in the future with the threat of infertility, as they are encouraged to drift into disordered patterns of life while still at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across Australia, 50,000 youngsters tested positive for chlamydia last year, more than 12,000 of them in NSW. Disturbingly high rates were found among 15-year-olds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctors estimate the real rate of annual infections at a quarter of a million a year, because many of those infected are either too embarrassed to seek medical help or persist in thinking they're invincible - that such diseases only strike others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many of our young people are sold short on sex, because nobody is telling them the whole truth and many have to learn solely from their mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're relentlessly encouraged to reject the traditional Christian teachings on sexuality, usually without any sort of examination or comparative assessment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's evidence of a very low estimate of young people's altruism to tell 15- and 16-year-olds that the best answer to sexually transmitted diseases is a condom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is perfect, and our instincts are partially disordered, but human beings are more than a mass of uncontrollable desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexual activity is lit by a fire, sacred or profane, that in the long term either purifies or corrupts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not as morally neutral as other physical activities. Nor is it a recreational right, because sexual activity should be linked to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And love comes from our hearts and changes the core of our being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lust is selfish and uses the partner as an object. Love is unselfish, concerned for the loved one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Christian scheme, love, openness to children and sexual activity are linked together as a worthy ideal - a trinity preparing for marriage and family. True love is urged to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly human teaching on sexuality recognises the need for ideals as well as human weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lust is a damaging thing, an easy option, but true love is precious and different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cardinal Pell is Australia's most senior Catholic cleric.&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/5229856778386750611-5502172071216925852?l=lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/feeds/5502172071216925852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5229856778386750611&amp;postID=5502172071216925852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/5502172071216925852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5229856778386750611/posts/default/5502172071216925852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylas-and-thorns.blogspot.com/2008/11/sex-and-lust-are-two-different-things.html' title='Sex and Lust are two different things'/><author><name>Lyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588881705335309111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
