<?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-11303936</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:29:11.193+04:00</updated><title type='text'>SIMPLE THOUGHTS &amp; REFLECTIONS™</title><subtitle type='html'>thoughts that come i pray will give hope and put a smile on your face</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303936.post-4428105201319409861</id><published>2010-08-17T08:08:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T08:24:33.506+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;When i see the morning sun,&lt;br /&gt;I think of you and what's been done.&lt;br /&gt;You are the best that I have seen,&lt;br /&gt;And I want to be there for you to lean.&lt;br /&gt;I hold you dear within my heart,&lt;br /&gt;And it's killing me just to be apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're good at keeping rhymes,&lt;br /&gt;So do forgive these next few awkward lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Thoughts are scattered everywhere, But there are these words I need to say-&lt;br /&gt;I'll be strong when you are weak,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your friend when you're most in need.&lt;br /&gt;I look up at the stars and see your face And gaze upon your planet, so ablaze.&lt;br /&gt;I'll listen to those wise words you say&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be there come what may.&lt;br /&gt;I need you in my life so much,&lt;br /&gt;And I was scared of losing you.&lt;br /&gt;I overstepped and I regret,&lt;br /&gt;Cause time was flying and I fret.&lt;br /&gt;Your closeness is like the air I breathe.&lt;br /&gt;I'll fade to nothingness if you leave.&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold your hand through think and thin. And support you through everything.&lt;br /&gt;You inspire me to be a better man,&lt;br /&gt;And take each step with courage and strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll respect your every wish&lt;br /&gt;And follow whatever you believe.&lt;br /&gt;I promise you, I won't do it again,&lt;br /&gt;So please give me this chance to make amends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I promise I do not break,&lt;br /&gt;For it is a grave oath that I make.&lt;br /&gt;If being friends is what you'll give&lt;br /&gt;Then that is what I'll graciously receive.&lt;br /&gt;I treasure our friendship true and true&lt;br /&gt;But I'll leave what happens next, to you.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-4428105201319409861?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/4428105201319409861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=4428105201319409861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/4428105201319409861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/4428105201319409861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-i-see-morning-sun-i-think-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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-11303936.post-4160444164586804071</id><published>2010-05-29T12:30:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T13:22:03.440+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slumbers of antiquity,</title><content type='html'>ive had a few thoughts im my mind and i think it had become rather overwhelming. this time i can only leave this poem to explain. ive grown speechless to all that i know. and to you, i dedicate this to you.. with my best wishes and love&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;you will forever be in my heart&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a traveler lost between what is and what was,&lt;br /&gt;at the cross road  that bring disarray &amp;amp; confusion.&lt;br /&gt;do i walk east, or do i venture west?&lt;br /&gt;the question hinders me, larger than boulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want, i wish, i yearn.&lt;br /&gt;give me an answer,&lt;br /&gt;give me a sign.&lt;br /&gt;for this answer i seek.&lt;br /&gt;no,i desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone are the instant gratifications&lt;br /&gt;gone are the futile attempts&lt;br /&gt;of failed independence,&lt;br /&gt;gone are selfish wishes that bore no fruit,&lt;br /&gt;be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mirrors shatter,&lt;br /&gt;the confetti fall.&lt;br /&gt;the mist evanescence,&lt;br /&gt;reality testify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what now?&lt;br /&gt;i need a compass,&lt;br /&gt;i need a map,&lt;br /&gt;i need the stars.&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;i need You. and you and you.&lt;br /&gt;i have the strength.&lt;br /&gt;I can do all things through&lt;br /&gt;He who strengthens me.&lt;br /&gt;not merely my believe,&lt;br /&gt;but a promise I claim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phantasmagorical party has ended,&lt;br /&gt;the journey of reality has begun.&lt;br /&gt;Awake.&lt;br /&gt;to the philharmonic sounds&lt;br /&gt;of all that i had forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.allposters.com/6/LRG/26/2671/CMHUD00Z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 376px;" src="http://img.allposters.com/6/LRG/26/2671/CMHUD00Z.jpg" alt="" 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/11303936-4160444164586804071?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/4160444164586804071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=4160444164586804071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/4160444164586804071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/4160444164586804071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2010/05/slumbers-of-antiquity.html' title='Slumbers of antiquity,'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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-11303936.post-8068970246527376423</id><published>2010-01-10T21:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T22:46:46.128+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions to answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;what are blogs for? i wondered. the're a form of expression, no matter how its written, from a picture exhibition centre to a long dictation of your lifes every activity, its like a sanctuary where you go to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i was a kid, alot of people used to tell me time and again, that i think too much. i hated the sound of that, somehow, whenever the word "too" comes in, everything seems so, negative. then whenever i had a thought, i would immediately cut it off so i wont brood or dwell on it for too long. i told myself to take everything at surface value... but what did i truly do? i seem to have forgot an important part of life- thinking. everything around us, is made up of words, thoughts. men had chain of thoughts, was curious, then they started to invent telephones,bulbs, ways to harnest energy. these are the building blocks of our soceity. thats what we see,but the true building blocks are whats in our minds, the thoughts, the questioning. its just a matter of whether they materialize or not. for me, as you have witnessed, i question alot, about why things happen and why they are not always the way i want it. my dad tells me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"small people talk about people, average people talk about things. Great people talk about idea's"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i agree, totally. but the're alot of things that we shud'nt do, but still do, why? to gain acceptance, from a soceity where the "norm" rules and everyone tries their best to "blend in". if u go too far out of the so called "normal curve" you become odd thus possesing the nickname- weirdo, geek etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me,the great person is the one able to throw himself into a highly strung situation, able to maintain his principles yet manages to change the circumstances so they are to his advantage. the person may be great,by just talking about ideas, ideas and more ideas but one man alone is pointless. if you're so stubborn to talk to your fellow airhead shallow friends about things and people, u'll be just a single man that cant make much of a difference. in Greece, do as the Greeks do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at the end of the day, it depends on what your goal is. everyones life goal is different- some want to be successful, some want to be rich, some want to go to heaven, some want to find true love and some just want to bum around and live life. it boils down to what you TRULY want. you dream big to be big. you dont leave the "making the difference" for the people who can make the difference because there is no such category, everyones the same, we posses the potential, so stop being afraid. Nelson Mandela in his Inaugral speech in 1994 said -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" ...there is nothing englightened about shrinking so that other people will not feel insecure around you. instead, let your own light shine and with that, we unconsciously give people the permission to do the same."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i fear too, many times. i wonder if what im doing is right, i wonder if i should persue, i wonder if i should retrace my steps and take the other path. everyone does, no one is ever sure of what they do, they try to, but everyone needs reassuarance. what is right? what is wrong? just a set of rules. believe in your choices, as hard as it may be. make full use of your life. Be the shining star like Nelson Mandela said, be brave. Run the race to the end. dont look back. because we've made the choice. look forward, because for each uncertain step we take with courage, we go closer to becoming stronger. to becoming a beacon of faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart beats and thumps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the revolving world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have lived so many lives,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive wanted so many things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive heard so many words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dreamnt so many dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life seems like an everlasting routine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;predetermined by some writer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that filled life with montonous moments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and uneventful times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time ticks away silents in the shadows,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as codwebs gather, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and things come and go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to run backwards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to drink with my hands,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want it to snow in summer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want the sea to be purple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything is within our grasp,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;men flew to the moon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the sky is the limit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;far above Everests' summit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dream as if you'll live forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;live as if you'll die today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont let the precious moments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;slip through your fingers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and dont be a fool to time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for once its gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it will never be back again, ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 349px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://amadeo.blog.com/repository/11755/280978.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-8068970246527376423?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/8068970246527376423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=8068970246527376423' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/8068970246527376423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/8068970246527376423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2010/01/questions-to-answers.html' title='Questions to answers'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303936.post-4887825951075222490</id><published>2009-12-01T00:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T02:14:36.357+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Blatantly transparent.</title><content type='html'>I was having writers block momentarily. too many things were buzzing through my head,then i had an epiphany. an awesome friend told me this "narrow down to wat u feel lately.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it hit me so clearly. hence this post is dedicated totally to you. Cheers D-DO! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we are capable of so much more, we look in the mirror and wonder, "what are we capable of? what can we do?" then,i read a story the other day it went like this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"one day, a drunk man named Joe took a shortcut home through the graveyard and fell down a very deep dug up hole. he tried hours to get out but could not succeed so just sat in a corner and gave up. after that, his friend Bill also went home using the same shortcut and fell into the same hole. Joe from the darkness of the shadow said "Bill, theres no getting out of here tonight." and within seconds, Bill had jumped out of the hole and was half way back home!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;do you realize how large a reservoir we have within us? i was listening to this song that encouraged me its by John Mayer entitled 'No Such Thing.' 2 lines that struck me:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"They love to tell you,Stay inside the lines." &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I just found out there's no such thing as the real world,just a lie you've got to rise above."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the norm of society tends to keep telling us that, stay inside the lines, stay within your comfort zone. and at times its such a bliss you forget what its like to step outside. People go on telling you the world is impossible, the worlds tough, the worlds everything bad. this sows this pessimistic seed with us and restricts our capabilites. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead, read the next line, "theres no such thing as a real world." meaning theres no such thing as impossible or too hard, these are excuses cowards give themselves when they cant achieve it or give up. its a lie, and we're meant, not to live in it, but live above it. Live above the wave of the lies of the norm. Ride the high waves of transperency, where u see everything as it is, no doubts and soon you'll realize the true maximum capability within, so let that latent energy thats dying to fly, to be free and stop beliving the lies of this world, because it just holds you down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Start surfing on the high waves of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the world revolves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We cling to our resovles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That seem so inexistant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but how we wished it were blatant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking through bulbs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that flicker so faint,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as i sit in these clubs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with so much restraint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the need to scream, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the need to blast,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh! this esteem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its far too much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take the boards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catch the waves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ride it the higest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you'll take the prize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://indonesiateaboard.net/images/articles/surfing-0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-4887825951075222490?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/4887825951075222490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=4887825951075222490' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/4887825951075222490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/4887825951075222490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2009/11/blatantly-transparent.html' title='Blatantly transparent.'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303936.post-1536784431567382266</id><published>2009-11-08T16:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:06:47.993+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Music and Lyrics</title><content type='html'>i watched a very enlightening movie the other day. It was called music and lyrics starring Hugh Grant and Drew Barrymore. In the movie, Drew was Sophie and she said an interesting line to Alex (Hugh) which went something like- "melody's like the first impression, but lyrics is like getting to know someone, their personality and character, the true meaning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of people listen to music just through the first minute and change the song once the melody sounds borring or unattractive.. Just like in real life, we judge an individual based on their first impression and appearance, whats on the surface without even getting to know their true nature, their lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;Ive done that too with music but then i go back to the song and listen to it again and many a times it became my favourite song and i wonder to myself "wow,how could i have missed such a great song?" likewise, imagine how many great people we may have missed just because we assumed and judged... take some time, to know the real person behind the melody. because the melody may sound average but the meaning and words behind the song may be priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentle streams that flow,&lt;br /&gt;As I lean against your door.&lt;br /&gt;The quiet music I hear&lt;br /&gt;Filled with endless sadness and fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just another writer,&lt;br /&gt;Trapped within my truth&lt;br /&gt;I strive to be a fighter&lt;br /&gt;But I’m running out of youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The musics starting to fade,&lt;br /&gt;But my words remain&lt;br /&gt;So don’t judge what I’ve said&lt;br /&gt;Cause its starting to stain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dedicate this song to you&lt;br /&gt;as the words melt my heart&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you feel this too&lt;br /&gt;Before we ever depart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401731831023830930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YRufvuB7jw/SvbOexAYh5I/AAAAAAAAABM/8jvE3k6wAQI/s320/fluegel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-1536784431567382266?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/1536784431567382266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=1536784431567382266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/1536784431567382266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/1536784431567382266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2009/11/music-and-lyrics.html' title='Music and Lyrics'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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/_7YRufvuB7jw/SvbOexAYh5I/AAAAAAAAABM/8jvE3k6wAQI/s72-c/fluegel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303936.post-8353090950486655309</id><published>2009-11-05T19:21:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T01:04:06.883+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;its been awhile. i guess i tried to drown out the sound of unnecessary thoughts. lets talk about things that strike me. Fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i think fear, i think of phobia's. then when i google phobia's i get an endless list of phobia's from phobia of heights to fear of something as strage as long words. then i ask myself. what causes these fears? what are we afraid of? people? objects? emotions? uncertainty? hm. lets elaborate about uncertainty. i believe this is one of the biggest fears we all have.we stress, we fret and are compelled into anxiety over uncertainties. questions like 'what happens if..?' i guess for me im more of the 'carpe diem' person. sieze the day! because our lives are so brief. Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know its easier said then done. but you know, we should put a leash on our fear before it gets out of hand, before it takes over our lives and destroys the 'could have beens' and 'if only's'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but in the end, at the end of the day. its so hard to change. dont be afraid. i dont know what to say anymore. its more complex than that... if you're different, are you special? or abnormal? what is abnormal? its subjective, just like everything else in this world. nothing has a true and accurate definition...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i sit and stare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;at this room so bare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;with lights so dim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i could barely catch a glimpse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a candle that flickers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;through the wind that tickles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;im sinking through this ocean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;like some paralytic potion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;if only. if only. if only's...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;perhaps theres still a glimpse of hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400740146045423762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YRufvuB7jw/SvNIjGk6kJI/AAAAAAAAABE/FhSVGzPUnis/s320/DSC_0128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-8353090950486655309?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/8353090950486655309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=8353090950486655309' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/8353090950486655309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/8353090950486655309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2009/11/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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/_7YRufvuB7jw/SvNIjGk6kJI/AAAAAAAAABE/FhSVGzPUnis/s72-c/DSC_0128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303936.post-1518092382741331195</id><published>2009-02-08T17:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T17:48:31.891+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Hearts</title><content type='html'>i havent posted this year yet. so lets make this a new year post! i just watched Bride Wars. i think it was pretty hilarious and cheesy but nonetheless, applicable to life. very.&lt;br /&gt;btw, my title reminded me of Carrie Underwoods song, 'some hearts' listen to it if you have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets make this post more personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a person that thinks alot. im sure most of you would have deduced that by now. i have conversations going on in my head constantly. its like a courtroom actually. (i dont belong in the asylum. not yet.lol) aparts from that, im also very stubborn when it comes to certain things. i want to prove my point right. i keep holding onto things until they hurt me and still refuse to let go. i dont believe in fate because i know that i can change things. since my minds on a running spree, and its a new year, i shall just start my flow of thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many times have u hit a dead end,in anything. and u just want to curl up into a ball. everything u see and hear, u relate it to yourself. you wonder how long it would take before that pain or numb feeling disappears. u try every method. past methods that used to work, but it fails. u plant hope in yourself like a tree, but it feels like the soils been dried up. the tree withers again and again. yet you continue to tell yourself that there must be an antidote.&lt;br /&gt;how far would you go for people that you so call 'love'? would you go as far that it will hurt? is that a sacrifice or you just being plain stubborn? i have too many questions in my head, yet my hipocrisy shouts in my head "understand only to the extent of what is capable of being understood." io want to, but i cant. the laws of mankind, how restrictive. ah, im speechless, believe it or not. just speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i could,&lt;br /&gt;I would.&lt;br /&gt;If there were possibilities,&lt;br /&gt;I would take the chance.&lt;br /&gt;If there was a race,&lt;br /&gt;I'll run it to the end.&lt;br /&gt;If dreams came true,&lt;br /&gt;I would slumber forever.&lt;br /&gt;If there was just a hint,&lt;br /&gt;I would search its entire existance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i could&lt;br /&gt;I'll reach into my heart,&lt;br /&gt;tear off bits and pieces&lt;br /&gt;to patch up any scars or cuts&lt;br /&gt;on ur heart&lt;br /&gt;so that it shall be whole,&lt;br /&gt;The pain ceased,&lt;br /&gt;The turmoil quenched,&lt;br /&gt;Complete once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs12/i/2006/290/2/8/Broken_Heart_by_starry_eyedkid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;emo much? life has its emotional moments. we're creatures made from abundant emotions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-1518092382741331195?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/1518092382741331195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=1518092382741331195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/1518092382741331195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/1518092382741331195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-hearts.html' title='Some Hearts'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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-11303936.post-8681998673162511937</id><published>2008-10-09T13:39:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T17:04:50.725+04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Expression of Hope</title><content type='html'>You know, i have been editing this post non stop to figure out the right terms of expression that i wish to pass across. and i think im finally able to say what i want to.  it links over to a previous post.We often yearn reassuarance and credit. thats what i have noticed, we thrive on it. thats our item to enable our daily survival. whether it be reassuring ourselves or compliments by others. it gives us hope, it gives ur courage to live on just to reach that next new day. we often underestimate the power of our expression, we think to ourselves "what can my words do?" in fact what can your words not do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, i used to think self expression was the most important. grasping the power to use it. Then along the way, i felt that it would be so much better if we never spoke. i felt that at times people are emotionless walls with concrete minds and stoned hearts. if the world could revolve just by you knowing what i think. psychics in other words. therefore, there would be no need for speech or expression of any form. But, as time passed i soon realized that hearts were given for a reason, our speech plays such an important role in our lives. it sows the seeds of reassurance that sprouts self confidence for a brand new day. and as 'concrete' some of us may feel others may be at times, i believe when you say something that comes from the heart, it breaks through that tough outer layer,to the heart and soul within. touching what lies within that lays fragile and cold... the words can be like warmth, a priceless gift on a cold winters day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed the wall&lt;br /&gt;Solid and concrete it stood tall.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered a time where i walked,&lt;br /&gt;Strolled with my own two feet.&lt;br /&gt;but now i have sunk,&lt;br /&gt;Sunk into lonesome shadows.&lt;br /&gt;Crawling within darkness,&lt;br /&gt;one hand holding my stick,&lt;br /&gt;the other my prayer for hope.&lt;br /&gt;i staggered, barely,&lt;br /&gt;on a neverending journey,&lt;br /&gt;unaware of my destination.&lt;br /&gt;uncertainty. that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day like no other,&lt;br /&gt;a man uttered a sentence altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He who does not hope to win&lt;br /&gt;has already lost&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that the walls shattered,&lt;br /&gt;through the tiny cracks,&lt;br /&gt;the light shone in.&lt;br /&gt;warmth was all i felt,&lt;br /&gt;the thing that i most needed.&lt;br /&gt;A simple sentence that gave me courage,&lt;br /&gt;that gesture that gave me hope,&lt;br /&gt;the expression that made me feel loved&lt;br /&gt;and the feeling of passing on this gift&lt;br /&gt;to whoever that walks by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YRufvuB7jw/SO4BOmkfwKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/R7CkzTFuty0/s1600-h/silver-lining.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YRufvuB7jw/SO4BOmkfwKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/R7CkzTFuty0/s320/silver-lining.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255139165571367074" 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/11303936-8681998673162511937?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/8681998673162511937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=8681998673162511937' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/8681998673162511937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/8681998673162511937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2008/10/expression-of-hope.html' title='An Expression of Hope'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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/_7YRufvuB7jw/SO4BOmkfwKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/R7CkzTFuty0/s72-c/silver-lining.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303936.post-2869174006220180018</id><published>2008-08-26T12:16:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T03:01:50.242+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Voids &amp; Cuboids</title><content type='html'>Today,i was feeling like time was in abundance so i went through all that ive wrote. quite a journey it was for me. interesting though i must say. Respecting ones point of view. dont u reckon thats important? i think its vital and the lack of it causes so much destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My analogy. i learnt from a wise friend. the world is like a cube. people in this world can be depicted as 6 right-angled pyramids. the 6 pyramids come together to complete the cube. however,the different orientations in which the pyramids come in to form the cube symbolizes different point of views; personalities of different people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Significance? it makes us realize how important all our insights and ideas are no matter who the individual. shooting down other peoples ideas isnt the best option. For who is to decided if the idea is right or wrong? human beings arn't perfect. our ideas are based on multiple circumstances. who gives you the right to say i grew up in an environment better then you? its subjective. do you realize what happens when you shoot an idea down? you not only hurt a persons feelings, but also break their spirit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold the world within thy hand,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;grasp concepts of many lands.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;open your eyes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;open your ears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;and realize the beauty,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;of things yet unseen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.martin-sand.de/images/Green%20Cubes%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-2869174006220180018?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/2869174006220180018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=2869174006220180018' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/2869174006220180018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/2869174006220180018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2008/08/voids-cuboids.html' title='Voids &amp; Cuboids'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303936.post-5341200403424698754</id><published>2008-08-19T11:58:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T12:25:06.393+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Choose</title><content type='html'>Random accumiliation of thoughts. thats what i should start calling my blog. but then again,hey thoughts are thoughts. the're subjective, beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emotional rollercoasters. ups and downs. a boat on the waters... mundane. wind picks up, wind stops. postive, negative. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lets talk about, friendship? that sounds good. why is it so common? simple. no mans an island? definitely. many fishes in the sea? hm. new friends shine like silver,but old friends are solid gold? maybe. old friends. whats the definition in that? a person that i knew 3 months ago to a person i knew today,the 3 month one would be considered old. right? wrong? i dont know. freindship is like a single mind divided to two bodies. thats what i believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bible. why do people believe in a religion. hope? hope drives along. motives and reasons. a person with no reason to live tends to take their lives for granted. whats bad about beliving in God? what do you lose? much? or just your ego. ego that your righteousness and goodness is challenged by something more supreme? or that you're capable of making mistakes and life aint always perfect? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why have i asked so many questions? because i know how imprtant they can be sometimes. when we want an answer to a question. instant gratification. thats a practice that has been seeping into our soceity. anyways, we choose. many question have no answers. taking the road less taken, taken the road more taken. its your choice. and choices arnt wrong or right. Whether you think you can or whether you think you can't, you're right! so put ur faith in what you most believe in and you'll be surprised at the possibilities you can create...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Within each of us lies the power of our consent to health and sickness, to riches and poverty, to freedom and to slavery. It is we who control these, and not another. ~ Richard Bach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I looked to the skies,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;they turned pale.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I looked to the river,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;it turned brown.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I looked at the mountains,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;they faded away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hungered and cringed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i looked to the dumps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it turned to a banquet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_32/1133434464r181j8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-5341200403424698754?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/5341200403424698754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=5341200403424698754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/5341200403424698754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/5341200403424698754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2008/08/choose.html' title='Choose'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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-11303936.post-6030834897075457099</id><published>2008-08-04T11:57:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:04:43.700+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Grasping the Concept</title><content type='html'>Today i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i shivered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i clenched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i yawned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But above all, today &lt;em&gt;I managed to ask only to the extend of what is capable of being understood.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230571331966752562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7YRufvuB7jw/SJa46eY4VzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gn-vSC_aAcc/s320/northern-lights.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-6030834897075457099?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/6030834897075457099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=6030834897075457099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/6030834897075457099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/6030834897075457099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2008/08/grasping-concept.html' title='Grasping the Concept'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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/_7YRufvuB7jw/SJa46eY4VzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gn-vSC_aAcc/s72-c/northern-lights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303936.post-6019242593092183036</id><published>2008-07-28T11:32:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:04:43.868+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautifully Comprehended</title><content type='html'>Enlighted.. ive been thinking. and wondering. this world. haha. i think too much. but thoughts can build a nation. a man can kill thousands with his hands but millions with his mind. thats what i feel. and,i realize that no matter how different we are,theres always some minute similarity between us all. ultimately would be the little burning senasation we label as feelings. that little spark within that we cant comprehend so in turn, make it more realistic by branding it. i shall warn you,this post is going to be extremely random and simply a "plomp" of thoughts,pile i mean.more personal i would say.. . the human life is like the stock market. it follows an up and down slope. as we all know,financial down times draw near. i believe that we drop in order to bounce higher,yes something ive said beofre years ago. our thoughts are just a huge ball of yarn. one view,but a thousand threads that follow on many paths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a ball of yarn when i was a kid,and used to use my fingers to find out where it led,but eventually it got lost when it went towards the centre,the next day,a new thread interest me to follow.at that time the thought of it only being ONE never crossed my mind. then one day,the knot that held it together came off and free it went.n i realized it was one whole string. like the thoughts that spin through our buzzing head each day. one single source,preceived as a thousand thoughts different from every angle as we try compress and comprehend it. thats what happens when u try to squeeze something of that impossible lenghth into our minds (back then,my head was tiny and the length of it in comparisson to my head was a vast difference.) whats the point of saying this? none. i dont. just another act of trying to comprehend something thats too impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We humans,as i said earlier are different but hold similarities,and no matter how tiny the fragment of similarity,it draws us closer like strong magnets. but narrow mindedness starts questioning if similarity can be so real if language and colour vary with such contrast.thats what brought in one of the worlds greatest enemy. being judgmental. and guess what? the synonym of judgmental is subjective. and one of the definitions of subjective is &lt;em&gt;'Existing only in the mind; illusory&lt;/em&gt;.' thats what happens when we judge something or someone,we create an illusion for ourselves that act like a wall. why? because we fear the reality. and? and we cant comprehend mystery. so we simply label them. we humans believe only what we want to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the point of me saying all of this? i dont know. thats true. BUT one thing rings in my head day and night. The world is imperfect,thats why its beautiful in every thought and manner, just beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dipped my hands in cool waters,&lt;br /&gt;ripples passed through my shadows.&lt;br /&gt;the moon shook and the stars wavered.&lt;br /&gt;within this well captured the entire sky,&lt;br /&gt;only in an instance.&lt;br /&gt;but the sky was merely a tiny window,&lt;br /&gt;window of a house called universe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227973098938845826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7YRufvuB7jw/SI191aGMSoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/O82s-AiUONU/s320/ball-of-yarn-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-6019242593092183036?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/6019242593092183036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=6019242593092183036' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/6019242593092183036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/6019242593092183036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2008/07/beautifully-comprehended.html' title='Beautifully Comprehended'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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/_7YRufvuB7jw/SI191aGMSoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/O82s-AiUONU/s72-c/ball-of-yarn-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303936.post-441785435873339139</id><published>2008-03-24T04:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:04:43.946+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Mind</title><content type='html'>A beautiful mind. What makes a beautiful mind? and who judges if it has become beautiful? beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder? Why do we find the need to express ourselves? What drives us to release things within that thrive on emotions and experiences? enclosed hands pressured on walls, blades against skin, screams across the sea, words of within, songs from the heart.. so many ways of trying to control our innerselves that seem so out of hand, so many ways to simply express or surpress the voice of within...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont you wonder why you feel so good after expressing yourself? after screaming out your heart, or just letting tears flow with no end? its like everything feels so peaceful. the inner voice has finally spoken? or what you truly feel has finally been expressed? when masquerades become heavy and fall,shattering to pieces revealing the vulnerable soul.. I feel a beautiful mind is what you get when you're finally in terms with yourself. no more turmoil or inner contradiction. no more fights with yourself. No more need to be a picture painted by another. You judge how beatiful your mind is. because i believe that everyones minds are beautiful making everyones personality beautiful... making your true self just simply beautiful...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How could something so simple &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be so hard to understand?&lt;br /&gt;Something in front, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so difficult to grasp?&lt;br /&gt;A scenery remembered, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet so impossible to paint?&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are flustered.&lt;br /&gt;Tattered and vague.&lt;br /&gt;Confused with no guidelines to follow.&lt;br /&gt;As deep as the canyon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and as vast as the pacific.&lt;br /&gt;Languages spread to express in dialects.&lt;br /&gt;But expression is a language itself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that sprouts from deep within the heart where the soul dwells.&lt;br /&gt;Tossing in bed from dusk to dawn.&lt;br /&gt;Feelings that are incomprehensible.&lt;br /&gt;Even if death were to visit,&lt;br /&gt;It would seem like a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;just floated by, with no cause for its actions, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no wants for its needs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day by day, my thoughts thicken and flow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like rain in monsoon history.&lt;br /&gt;Patterned on pavements that could not care less.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I could find words that best expressed.&lt;br /&gt;It would be useless.&lt;br /&gt;For the feelings that you feel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that radiate from me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;speaks best itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181127345147483122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7YRufvuB7jw/R-cP3p-UE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/S_IZuwFFV4I/s320/rainbow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-441785435873339139?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/441785435873339139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=441785435873339139' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/441785435873339139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/441785435873339139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2008/03/beautiful-mind.html' title='Beautiful Mind'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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/_7YRufvuB7jw/R-cP3p-UE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/S_IZuwFFV4I/s72-c/rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303936.post-4530966398188966448</id><published>2008-01-16T11:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T05:22:14.818+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Words.</title><content type='html'>Sophisticated words are a catastrophe. Thats something i strongly believe. You give out a long line of bombastic or grandiloquent style of words. people stop and stare in awe but moments later they turn around and have simply forgotten what you've said as though you never said anything. It is true that sophisticated words are far fetched and seem to attract more attention, but you must bear in mind that only about 1/10 of the crowd would understand what you say. The rest would simply say "ahh.. its gibberish." If you want your message passed across to the next party, dont u reckon that simplest words would do the trick? it wont exactly leave them in awe but it would be melted into their minds and hearts leaving them with respect for you. I tell you, putting together simple words to construct a difficult sentence is far more challenging then simply throwing in bombastic words to make your sentence seem sophisticated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Words&lt;/span&gt; are the strongest shield, deadliest weapon and worst then sorcery. It can be your strongest defense and most powerful offense in our world today. We no longer live in a world where muscles take the lead but brains and wits. When you're able to twist another person words to make it your defense and fire back with a stronger command, you leave the person simply dumbfounded and vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://homepage.mac.com/rmansfield/iblog/B992311189/C1537707507/E20050822101359/Media/scroll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://homepage.mac.com/rmansfield/iblog/B992311189/C1537707507/E20050822101359/Media/scroll.jpg" alt="" 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/11303936-4530966398188966448?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/4530966398188966448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=4530966398188966448' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/4530966398188966448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/4530966398188966448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2008/01/words.html' title='Words.'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303936.post-4254879687595206983</id><published>2007-09-23T06:48:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T07:03:16.324+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love or Lust?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes in life, you come across a person that you have extremely strong feelings for. You want to hold that person in your arms and never let the person go. You want to be with the person and next to the person no matter what. BUT you only wish that the person would give you a chance to express your feelings. but before the person does, all you can do is wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories evaporate&lt;br /&gt;like smoke on a winters&lt;br /&gt;morning; vanished.&lt;br /&gt;Painting pictures of&lt;br /&gt;vague mysteries&lt;br /&gt;and dreams with no beginning&lt;br /&gt;or end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts flowing freely,&lt;br /&gt;Like gushing streams.&lt;br /&gt;Starring through skies,&lt;br /&gt;Gazing pass stars.&lt;br /&gt;A toast would do,&lt;br /&gt;Or a cheers or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing for but a glimpse,&lt;br /&gt;Of those that flood the mind&lt;br /&gt;and feelings that flood the soul.&lt;br /&gt;Hands reached out&lt;br /&gt;to something so shadow.&lt;br /&gt;As a silent listener&lt;br /&gt;I shall be&lt;br /&gt;As a soul keeper&lt;br /&gt;I will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;To the person,i know you know who you are.. and this entire post is dedicated to you.. cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-4254879687595206983?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/4254879687595206983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=4254879687595206983' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/4254879687595206983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/4254879687595206983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2007/09/love-or-lust.html' title='Love or Lust?'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303936.post-8257228697572101218</id><published>2007-09-23T06:44:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T06:47:32.869+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sword dance</title><content type='html'>Grasp the concept of reality yet puppet the facade of lies. Swing your blade of bravery with such precise, missing not a target while fathom the truth of destiny. Master the resolve that sprouts from the soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-8257228697572101218?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/8257228697572101218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=8257228697572101218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/8257228697572101218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/8257228697572101218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2007/09/sword-dance.html' title='Sword dance'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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-11303936.post-2218052643566812505</id><published>2007-09-01T07:22:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T07:25:13.438+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Assumptions</title><content type='html'>Assumptions never work out,but its human nature n pretty much unavoidable. all we can do for now is parallel thinking to amend the situation. parallel thinking, meaning seeing from the other persons point of view due to different 'nature n nurture' factors. Someone once told me that if life wasnt challengin,it wont BE called life.just remember tht alot of things arnt meant to be understood in this lifetime.understand to the point of what is capable of being understood,and from thn on,let go.Because whn u let go,is when u begin to find.The simple law of nature. a paradox law.But its simply due to the fact that we often complicate our lives,that a answer right in front of us cannot be seen because its just too simple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-2218052643566812505?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/2218052643566812505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=2218052643566812505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/2218052643566812505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/2218052643566812505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2007/08/assumptions.html' title='Assumptions'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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-11303936.post-116555217712486198</id><published>2006-12-08T06:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T07:45:01.746+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Part &amp; Parcel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Issue:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;In life, there are three types of people. First are the type that think they are suppose to be the knight in shinning armour and all their efforts are the most important in the world, thinking that they carry the weight of the world. Next are those that think that none of thier efforts are good enough and finally are those that just could not be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Reality:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Truthfully speaking, our efforts are but tiny particles if you would compare it to this world or a tiny droplet of water in the oceans. However, God does not want you to just give up. He does not want one persons efforts to make an ocean but everyones tiny efforts that would make the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Analogy:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Heard of the story 愚公移山? the Old man who tried to move the mountain.Well, its a simple story about an old man who had a mountain right in the middle of his pathway. When he needed to journey from his house to the town, he had to climb the high mountain.One day, people saw him digging at the mountain and they asked what he was doing. He simply replied "i'm moving the mountain away from here..." everyone thought he was nuts. The old man said, all my future generation would do thier part and finally, the mountain would be moved from here. Now I tell you, if all that old mans relatives do thier part, im sure that mountain would finally be able to be moved. Just like us, doing our small tiny part we would be able to accomplish a big task that was set before us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thought:&lt;/span&gt; You know, I feel, everyone has a purpose. Our efforts might be tiny but it contributes to the big picture. No matter if you're an engineer, doctor, lawyer, part of a band, maid or cleaner, everyone's tiny efforts matter. You may think that you are so great because you have some high position, but ever wondered that maybe its because God knows that if you lived a life of a maid or worker you wont be able to take it and it is those people that work for you have enough will power to continue on thier lives as what they are because they are actually mentally stonger.Humility is real important, all our efforts are just a drop in the bottle of paints. God is truly the one that paints. He is the one that uses us all to paint the most magnificent picture of all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human efforts are but,&lt;br /&gt;Grains of sand,&lt;br /&gt;On an outstretched beach&lt;br /&gt;Or droplets of water in&lt;br /&gt;Vast blue oceans,&lt;br /&gt;Almost invisible &amp; insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But many grains of sand,&lt;br /&gt;Combine to form beaches.&lt;br /&gt;Many droplets together,&lt;br /&gt;Form oceans and seas&lt;br /&gt;And beaches and seas&lt;br /&gt;Together portray beauty &amp;amp; wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing out tiny part&lt;br /&gt;Would help in completing&lt;br /&gt;the true masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;Like an extract painting&lt;br /&gt;Where there are clouds, mountains,&lt;br /&gt;Trees, flowers and&lt;br /&gt;The beach and oceans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4401/911/1600/335606/IMG_3394_Sunset_waikiki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4401/911/320/460618/IMG_3394_Sunset_waikiki.jpg" 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/11303936-116555217712486198?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/116555217712486198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=116555217712486198' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/116555217712486198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/116555217712486198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2006/12/part-parcel.html' title='Part &amp; Parcel'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303936.post-116425615407125647</id><published>2006-11-23T06:40:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T06:48:54.973+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Choiced Paths</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Issue:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Humans have a habit, have you ever realized that when we want to make a decision, we get so nervous and we start praying for God's guidance. AND, when we finally get a sign showing that God wants us to make that particular decision, He makes it so clear to us but our pig headedness and stubbornness makes us not see it and instead, we doubt it, instead we take the other choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Reality:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;What we're doing is equivalant to not praying for Gods&lt;/span&gt; guidance at all!Because its practically pointless! Wake up! you're asking for a direction and when you're given it, you totally ignore it! In other words,you're thinking that your decision and instincts are better than God's! Dont believe it? Believe it! because your very actions speak for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Question:&lt;/span&gt; Ever wondered if a persons instincts, is actually just a more scientific name for Holy Spirit? Because discernment is the gift of the Holy Spirit, but scientist who insist on not believing in supernatural conclusions simply give a scientific name and explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Analogy:&lt;/span&gt; Imagine, we are just like people in a house where there is only a single window, a whole line of soldiers march by and we can only see one by one and faintly remember the soldiers that have passed.But God, God is standing on the roof of that house.He sees the first soldier (past), all the soldiers that are marching right in front (present) and all the soldiers that are coming (future).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thought:&lt;/span&gt; Start having a little more faith in God, because He alone knows whats best for you.You may not realize it now, but as you continue to journey along the path you allow Him to choose for you, you will see how blessed you are. Let Him take your hand and slowly bring you along the path. And, after you have journeyed along the path, never look back. Those who look back will eventually get sucked back into their past. Look forward always, march forward boldly and be confident in your decision because, with faith, all things are possible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travelling along a single path,&lt;br /&gt;That soon leads to a crossroad.&lt;br /&gt;Looking back,&lt;br /&gt;People that we have met,&lt;br /&gt;Emotions we have experienced,&lt;br /&gt;And trials we had to overcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before you,&lt;br /&gt;Lies a choice to be made,&lt;br /&gt;One different from the other.&lt;br /&gt;Gazing to the skies,&lt;br /&gt;Asking for directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skies open and a voice says,&lt;br /&gt;"Choose the path you wish,&lt;br /&gt;Do not once look back,&lt;br /&gt;Instead journey on with faith,&lt;br /&gt;Faith that will carry you,&lt;br /&gt;For the next few miles,&lt;br /&gt;And, the many more miles&lt;br /&gt;That is to come.&lt;br /&gt;My child; Believe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4401/911/1600/217120/HA2O9173b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4401/911/320/738715/HA2O9173b.jpg" width="233" 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/11303936-116425615407125647?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/116425615407125647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=116425615407125647' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/116425615407125647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/116425615407125647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2006/11/choiced-paths_22.html' title='Choiced Paths'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303936.post-116296015224130750</id><published>2006-11-08T06:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T12:39:17.216+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Worrying Lifestyle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Issue:&lt;/span&gt; Everyone's life is filled with worry. From the time you get out of the house early in the morning till you come back home, worry is the main topic in everyone's heads! like "is my boss going to sack me?.. am I going to get horrible results?.. is something bad going to happen to my love one that is abroad??.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Reality:&lt;/span&gt; Worrying cant help or do a single thing for you. Sit there and worry and I tell you the tiny ants would have collected enough harvest for them to survive a decade of winters and all you've been doing is just sit there pondering on a situation that could not change at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Consequences:&lt;/span&gt; You know,worry leads to so many sicknesses such as gastiritis, anxiety attacks, depression and many more. It just brings your day down and makes you get locked in your own world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thought:&lt;/span&gt; I feel, worrying once in awhile is normal, but as for situations whereby like your love one is somewhere out there and you're worried something happens, worrying wont change a thing. Give the person a call, that may bring benefit to that someone and to yourself as well. Actions speak louder than words, so just saying that you're worried is not going to do much, do something to assure yourself so that you will stop worrying. But as for things like results, decisions or future happenings, you dont have psychic powers or a magic crystal ball you can look into so dont even bother worrying. Remeber that its in Gods hands and that you have tried your best and the final results belong to Him. Easier said than done? well, that was what I thought before, but let me tell you that I have realised that those who joyfully leave everything in Gods hands will eventually see Gods hands in everything. Worry ends where Faith begins. Trick everyone, but you're not going to be able to trick yourself because of this simple equation- FAITH = NO MORE WORRY. One advice, dont worry so much about everyday needs, results or sitautions, instead look for the simple signs in life that God cares for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As days go by,&lt;br /&gt;One tends to ponder&lt;br /&gt;On the various little things&lt;br /&gt;That could and would occur,&lt;br /&gt;Today, tomorrow or the day after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worrying is a lifestyle,&lt;br /&gt;That's fit for no one.&lt;br /&gt;It does no good,&lt;br /&gt;And has no benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worrying causes damage,&lt;br /&gt;To the heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;Making one feel glum,&lt;br /&gt;And simply just surly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So throw that thought away&lt;br /&gt;Or flush it down the bowl.&lt;br /&gt;For that deadly lifestyle,&lt;br /&gt;Can't even prevent&lt;br /&gt;A hair from turning grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4401/911/1600/IMG_8761_sunset_westfield.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4401/911/320/IMG_8761_sunset_westfield.2.jpg" width="240" 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/11303936-116296015224130750?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/116296015224130750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=116296015224130750' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/116296015224130750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/116296015224130750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2006/11/worrying-lifestyle.html' title='Worrying Lifestyle'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303936.post-116108168825998080</id><published>2006-10-17T14:33:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T14:41:28.270+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Body &amp; Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Issue:&lt;/span&gt; Hate the sin but love the sinner. Very interesting saying you reckon? I mean, most people tend to not believe so much in supernatural things. You know our body, no matter how much you deny it, is made up of the body and the soul. So many theories have come up proving it right such as the Gaia theory. Even in the bible, saying that God breathed His spirit into us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Reality:&lt;/span&gt; Nowadays, society and media constantly concentrate on a person’s outwards and appearances. That in my terms would be the 'body'. The body is the one that gets influenced by the world but the soul is craving to do what’s right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Analogy:&lt;/span&gt; Have u seen those cartoons where some kid has to make a decision &amp; an angel and a devil pops up saying diff things and trying to influence the kid? Well, I think that would be the body and soul analogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thought:&lt;/span&gt; Your body and soul constantly wants to do different things. It’s just like your left hand trying to wrestle with your left hand. Crazy as it sounds but that’s true. You know, I don’t agree on the 'Yin and Yang' theory where your body has to be balanced. Because if your good and bad are of the same level I’m not sure if you're gona go to heaven or hell. Think about it, you want to be a half-half-person? Lukewarm? We are called to be extreme. If you're in the middle, then you’re just like a person that can’t decide. So take that step and make the difference by BEING the difference..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are master creations,&lt;br /&gt;Made up of body and soul.&lt;br /&gt;We have achieved so many goals&lt;br /&gt;And yearn for so much more.&lt;br /&gt;But yet one challenge&lt;br /&gt;Remains almost impossible.&lt;br /&gt;Which is loving those&lt;br /&gt;We hate the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spirit is willing&lt;br /&gt;But the flesh is weak.&lt;br /&gt;Saying those words&lt;br /&gt;Simply mean defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a step forward&lt;br /&gt;And live the Word.&lt;br /&gt;Discern each calling&lt;br /&gt;And keep an open heart.&lt;br /&gt;Body was made for soul,&lt;br /&gt;Not soul made for the body.&lt;br /&gt;The body will go,&lt;br /&gt;But the spirit remains.&lt;br /&gt;So hate the sin,&lt;br /&gt;But love the sinner.&lt;br /&gt;For this is why we're called,&lt;br /&gt;To love one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="231" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4401/911/320/IMG_3736_white_bird_in_botanic_garden.1.jpg" width="328" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-116108168825998080?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/116108168825998080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=116108168825998080' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/116108168825998080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/116108168825998080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2006/10/body-soul.html' title='Body &amp; Soul'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303936.post-116028080824062961</id><published>2006-10-08T06:59:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T08:13:28.300+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jars of Clay</title><content type='html'>Interesting title?... Well, here's an analogy, we are all like jars made of clay but within us lies priceless treasure. God lives in each &amp; every one of us. He is the priceless treasure. Heard that phrase many time? Well, first question, do you really admit and accept that God is living in you? Your every action will be the proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thought:&lt;/span&gt; Imagine, creator of the universe living in you. He holds the universe and yet He lives in you. Amazing isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fact:&lt;/span&gt; Everyday we hear of suicide cases or people that try to kill themselves. Think about it, killing yourself is like throwing a clay jar of the floor, whereby it shatters beyond being able to be repaired, thus the treasure within gets destroyed in the process.&lt;br /&gt;Negative people tend to think they are worthless, they can’t determine their self-worth. But when you feel that, just remember that within you lies a great treasure, treasure that words cant even express. Well, knowing a treasure lie in us is one thing, letting ourselves be molded into a beautiful clay jar is another thing. Molded so that the treasure within shall be seen by everyone, everywhere…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dust &amp;amp; clay from earth,&lt;br /&gt;Totally, entirely worthless.&lt;br /&gt;Just as we are,&lt;br /&gt;Jars from clay.&lt;br /&gt;But within us lies treasure,&lt;br /&gt;Priceless treasure;&lt;br /&gt;More valuable than gems&lt;br /&gt;Or solid pure gold.&lt;br /&gt;Treasure meant for all,&lt;br /&gt;To be shared with&lt;br /&gt;The entire human race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But contrast shall show,&lt;br /&gt;Between treasure and trash.&lt;br /&gt;So submit to the potters hand,&lt;br /&gt;To be molded, shaped &amp; fashioned.&lt;br /&gt;So that the true beauty&lt;br /&gt;Of the treasure within&lt;br /&gt;Will be seen&lt;br /&gt;And shall shine&lt;br /&gt;To show His true glory; forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ibiblio.org/wm/paint/auth/zurbaran/i/jars-detail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-116028080824062961?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/116028080824062961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=116028080824062961' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/116028080824062961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/116028080824062961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2006/10/jars-of-clay.html' title='Jars of Clay'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303936.post-115849436629268823</id><published>2006-09-17T15:23:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T15:59:26.346+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Springs of Life</title><content type='html'>(Holy Spirit definition)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ancient days:&lt;/span&gt; Some supreme power from the One above.Feared by many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Modern days:&lt;/span&gt; A spirit that roams around earth.Chooses who It wants to touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thought:&lt;/span&gt; I feel, the Holy Spirit, its not any spirit roaming earth.Its something from God.we are living in a world that is filled with supernatural happenings, though many try to explain them using basic or sopphisticated human knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bottom line:&lt;/span&gt; "somethings just cant be explained because God is the one controling everyone in His high chair up above".But theHoly Spirit is like a gift from God, a present. You just have to open your hearts and allow It to enter you, and to slowly change you, fill you, mould you and make you into a person God wants you to be, to fullfill his giant masterpiece. The Holy Spirit makes you into an entirely new person that is ready to go out and be God's conquerors and messengers,to breath life into the people around you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waters gush from flowing springs,&lt;br /&gt;Fires blaze from hill to hill.&lt;br /&gt;Whirlwinds and tornadoes arise,&lt;br /&gt;People fall all across the land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born ultimately from love between,&lt;br /&gt;A mighty Father and a loving Son.&lt;br /&gt;Gracefully sweeping through lands,&lt;br /&gt;Condemning, touching and blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demonstrating infinite power,&lt;br /&gt;Hotter than blazing fires,&lt;br /&gt;More beautiful than a dove.&lt;br /&gt;Yet Its touch,&lt;br /&gt;Softer than a gentle feather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the corrupted one's,&lt;br /&gt;Disasters, punishments and torture follows,&lt;br /&gt;But to the eager one's,&lt;br /&gt;Flow blessings, gifts and love,&lt;br /&gt;Even to the deep hearts core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.atlanticfountains.com/images/ACPic/GEYSER.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-115849436629268823?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/115849436629268823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=115849436629268823' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/115849436629268823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/115849436629268823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2006/09/springs-of-life.html' title='Springs of Life'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303936.post-115270982476663159</id><published>2006-07-12T16:46:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T17:10:24.790+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom happiness..</title><content type='html'>hey!!..sorry for the long rest period (again)..ive gone through alot=) anyways,u guys know the song Amazing Grace??if u havent go get the song n listen to it=)..u know the lyrics goes "was lost but now im found.." well, that is VERY applicable in life.we constantly get lost but the One above always brings us back on the right path.ever had this longing feeling to have a certain type of happiness,and when u receive it,u feel peace n joy and u never wana let it go??well,i can tell you its a feeling to have,and if u have felt it,ur not meant to keep it to yourself,but share it with the world,so the whole world can see the wonders of God and how great He is..and heres my next poem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to travell blindly,&lt;br /&gt;On lonely roads and paths.&lt;br /&gt;Filled with nothing&lt;br /&gt;But distress and sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;That seemed to last&lt;br /&gt;For every minute, hour &amp; day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the time came,&lt;br /&gt;And He revealed Himself.&lt;br /&gt;A figure of simplicity,&lt;br /&gt;Filled with power and might.&lt;br /&gt;Touching my heart; its core.&lt;br /&gt;Burdens were lifted,&lt;br /&gt;Troubles all taken away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings of peace overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;And i knew i was free.&lt;br /&gt;No longer a prisoner,&lt;br /&gt;But a dove with wings.&lt;br /&gt;Free as can be,&lt;br /&gt;Soaring through the skies,&lt;br /&gt;To show His wonder &amp; splendour,&lt;br /&gt;To the enitre world,Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.hasilvestre.org.br/advir/imagens/GoldSat1/images/Holy%20Spirit%20dove%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-115270982476663159?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/115270982476663159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=115270982476663159' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/115270982476663159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/115270982476663159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2006/07/freedom-happiness.html' title='Freedom happiness..'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303936.post-114370615058794179</id><published>2006-03-30T11:05:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T12:14:04.493+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sincere Help..?</title><content type='html'>Hmm..been in this situation?when ur friends are in trouble, u try your very best to help them, give them advice and to try to get them out of their porblems as soon as possible.Then they say thank you, are grateful to you and say that they would do anything in return.Now..You're human too..n u can experience those kinda things too. When u do search for your friends for help,they dont wana help you.. dont want or cannot?Well, i dont know..its for you to decide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey clouds with passing winds,&lt;br /&gt;Memory of a thousand things.&lt;br /&gt;Incident that have come &amp; go,&lt;br /&gt;Laid deep within the soul.&lt;br /&gt;Helping all those around you,&lt;br /&gt;In every possible way.&lt;br /&gt;Giving advice of all types,&lt;br /&gt;To solve thier dilemmas and&lt;br /&gt;Put a smile back on thier face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am but human too,&lt;br /&gt;Experiencing times &amp;amp; incidents of similarity.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling pain,suffering &amp; other emotions,&lt;br /&gt;That others would feel in the same way.&lt;br /&gt;But who is to help me?&lt;br /&gt;When i fall down,&lt;br /&gt;Or to solve my many problems,&lt;br /&gt;Or dissolve my gloomy days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess they "cant",&lt;br /&gt;and not "do not".&lt;br /&gt;It is a statement and&lt;br /&gt;No longer a choice.&lt;br /&gt;I can but let time pass&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully bring along&lt;br /&gt;a person or angel,&lt;br /&gt;That could probably,&lt;br /&gt;Just probably help me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="437" alt="" src="http://mstecker.com/images/NorthAmerica/Bryce/a10brycewalls1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-114370615058794179?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/114370615058794179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=114370615058794179' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/114370615058794179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/114370615058794179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2006/03/sincere-help.html' title='Sincere Help..?'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303936.post-114231196060732885</id><published>2006-03-14T07:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T08:13:56.600+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes in life..</title><content type='html'>Consturctive criticism? Tornadoes that construct? very strong words..But tell me,what do you think? People’s comments to you, are neither good nor bad. However, you are the one that determines it. From the light and which degree you look at it.Your dreams ever been crushed? Or thoughts smashed by a "hammmer"? Well...Take this saying, the harder you fall, the higher you bounce, bounce above everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand on sandy shores,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; gaze upon the dawning horrizons.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of my past, present, and future,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what more there is to come.&lt;br /&gt;Do i change and mold,&lt;br /&gt;until I have no shape?&lt;br /&gt;Or should i remain the same,&lt;br /&gt;The same as once before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know yourself best,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; God knows what is in stored for u.&lt;br /&gt;Being nothing but yourself,&lt;br /&gt;Is much more than anyone could ask of.&lt;br /&gt;Be like a coffee bean,&lt;br /&gt;Immersed in hot water.&lt;br /&gt;Changing the water round it,&lt;br /&gt;To something much better,&lt;br /&gt;But remainig the same n strong.&lt;br /&gt;So show your true self,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; let the people around you realise,&lt;br /&gt;What an awesome person you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.istockpro.com/file_passthrough.php?type=Large%20Thumb&amp;amp;id=372175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-114231196060732885?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/114231196060732885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=114231196060732885' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/114231196060732885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/114231196060732885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2006/03/changes-in-life.html' title='Changes in life..'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303936.post-114096024609926148</id><published>2006-02-26T16:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T16:24:06.116+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Again..(Company)</title><content type='html'>Aloha!im back after 3months of break..now lets see.let me ask u all one thing, can u last one day without company?of a family member?friend or even a person?Human being can go bizurk if they are left alone for too long!thier minds go wild!nyways,dunno how my statement links but this poem is for a close person in my life that has fullfilled half of wad i dreamed for in life.On his/her birthday..i give this as a simple gift from me.. here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years have gently slipped by,&lt;br /&gt;And finally my dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;Longing for something so impossible,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for my wish to come true.&lt;br /&gt;When my dream finally came true,&lt;br /&gt;I knew i was right all along,&lt;br /&gt;With no regrets whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I wish to thank you,&lt;br /&gt;For fullfilling my longed wish.&lt;br /&gt;Though i may not know you well,&lt;br /&gt;But calling you brother,&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel like i've known you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a joyful celebration,&lt;br /&gt;On this happy occassion.&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting &amp; neverending happiness,&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;For i prayed to God above,&lt;br /&gt;To guard, guide &amp;amp; lead you,&lt;br /&gt;And he answered me with one word;&lt;br /&gt;A word that shook both young &amp; old,&lt;br /&gt;And even kings and queens.&lt;br /&gt;The word was: Granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4401/911/320/tears%2020%20angel%20wings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-114096024609926148?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/114096024609926148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=114096024609926148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/114096024609926148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/114096024609926148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2006/02/back-againcompany.html' title='Back Again..(Company)'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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-11303936.post-113283188745623405</id><published>2005-11-24T14:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T14:31:27.473+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dissimilar Looks..</title><content type='html'>Looks??..im sure everyone looks into the mirror at least once a day. Adjust your hair and your clothes.. when u see someone on the road.. u will judge him/her by her clothes,hairstyle, smell.. but seriously!those are just exteriors!!black,white or brown, prince or beggar.. those dont matter! wad matters is wad lies within..im sure u have heard tht many times..but be truthful to urself.. do u acctually judge people by thier appearances..or wad lies in the heart.. ill leave that for u to decide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking through the mirror; concentrating,&lt;br /&gt;On nothing but the image formed.&lt;br /&gt;The mind begins to wander,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering, pondering, thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Are looks &amp; exteriors that important?&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful, handsome or wealthy,&lt;br /&gt;Do people judge through those?&lt;br /&gt;I can but tell you one thing,&lt;br /&gt;Looks can sometimes be judged,&lt;br /&gt;For what you think would portray,&lt;br /&gt;In your actions &amp;amp; on your face.&lt;br /&gt;But most of the time,&lt;br /&gt;One must look beyond the exterior,&lt;br /&gt;Into the heart deep within.&lt;br /&gt;For that is where good lies,&lt;br /&gt;And evil turmoil’s.&lt;br /&gt;So do not restrict your vision,&lt;br /&gt;By looking at people through one angle,&lt;br /&gt;But get to know them, deep within.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4401/911/320/CRW_1423Pe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-113283188745623405?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/113283188745623405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=113283188745623405' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/113283188745623405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/113283188745623405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2005/11/dissimilar-looks.html' title='Dissimilar Looks..'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303936.post-113196276455930252</id><published>2005-11-14T12:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T13:06:04.816+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadness or Hapiness..?</title><content type='html'>Lets see, sadness &amp; happiness.. both complicated yet simple emotions. let me ask u a question.. why be sad? does it benefit u? all it does is make u down &amp;amp; remind u of things that u tried so hard to forget. Dont get me wrong, its good to be sad, but at the right time &amp; u shud defenitely never let it get to you. everything that happens to u in life is just a trial to ready u for what is to come &amp;amp; many a times to strengthen u physically, mentally &amp; spiritually. It all depends on how u look at it and how u look at it would show clearly the type of person you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feelings range from a thousand kinds,&lt;br /&gt;Some known &amp;amp; others yet to be found&lt;br /&gt;But yet two remain the most ultimate;&lt;br /&gt;Gloomy sadness and joyful happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Tears, symbolizing sadness,&lt;br /&gt;Flowing, streaming down one’s cheek.&lt;br /&gt;An emotion that shows the scars of the heart&lt;br /&gt;And scourging wounds of internal.&lt;br /&gt;But happiness; simple and clean,&lt;br /&gt;Yet seldom wanted by many;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at you with outstretched arms,&lt;br /&gt;But yet you turn away.&lt;br /&gt;If you were to ever ask me,&lt;br /&gt;Which of the two is greater,&lt;br /&gt;I would certainly say happiness.&lt;br /&gt;For happiness can heal wounds,&lt;br /&gt;Save lives, make one feel loved,&lt;br /&gt;Perform miracles and even change the world.&lt;br /&gt;So do a favor and put on a smile,&lt;br /&gt;To help someone cross an extra mile. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www2.psych.purdue.edu/~mcmurphy/Sunset%20in%20July.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-113196276455930252?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/113196276455930252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=113196276455930252' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/113196276455930252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/113196276455930252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2005/11/sadness-or-hapiness.html' title='Sadness or Hapiness..?'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303936.post-113075723291786444</id><published>2005-10-31T12:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T14:13:52.940+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaningful Names...</title><content type='html'>Ever thought your name really sux(sry for using inappropriate language) or perhaps think your names really great??..well I can tell u 1 thing, a lot of people say that a name makes what you are later in the future, but I think it's the other way round. You are the 1 that makes your name. Think about this, if Hercules wasnt strong and all,would anyone even use his name or think highly of it?i doubt. Only because those people did something unusual or great,so their names were counted good...therefore..make a reputation for yourself ...one that would never be forgotten.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Name a simple four lettered word,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet each unique and special.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the rest of your life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your name shall remain the same.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter having names of kings;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Solomon, Pelias and many more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or names of barve heroes;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Herculeus, Theseus and much more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or even names of gods;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hera, Poseidon or even Zeus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You cannot keep up to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever great name you have.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For everyone is different,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From looks to thought and actions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont let your name form you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Instead you must form your name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Believe you can,believe;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And your name will go down in history.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just like the names of,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Warriors, Agronauts and Heroes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That lasted till this very moment,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and will always last,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even till the end of times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.cnn.com/TECH/space/9904/02/tarantula.nebula/stars.large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-113075723291786444?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/113075723291786444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=113075723291786444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/113075723291786444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/113075723291786444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2005/10/meaningful-names.html' title='Meaningful Names...'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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-11303936.post-113062784616897419</id><published>2005-10-30T02:53:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T02:17:26.193+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Calm Oceans...?</title><content type='html'>Hey, you always hear people saying that fire looks so timid but is acctually the most dangerous. Then what say bout water?? want my explanantion? here it goes.. we use water everyday for drinking, washing &amp; more.. &amp;amp; it seems harmless.now try think about how many people have died in floods.or drawn in ocean storms.i can tell you that water has claimed many more lives then fire. We can also be compared to water.Calm &amp; cool normally..but imagine what we do when we get mad.We are as destructive as water...and sometimes even worst...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oceans spread across the globe,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Covering north to south.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seeming like a timid sheep,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Harmless and innocent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But when Poseidon rages,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sea rises and roughens.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As soft as wool and cotton,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But as hard as a solid mountain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Having the ability of,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clearing off acres of land and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tumbling down the walls of nature.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Creating chaos in all the lands,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of both living and the dead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Therefore do not anger the sea,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By angering yourself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Instead stay cool and calm,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the ocean too would do the same.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="353" alt="" src="http://www.apert.org/events/mb2002/catphotos/20020623/IMG_8126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-113062784616897419?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/113062784616897419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=113062784616897419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/113062784616897419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/113062784616897419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2005/10/calm-oceans.html' title='Calm Oceans...?'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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-11303936.post-113049687940365575</id><published>2005-10-28T13:51:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T14:54:39.413+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Forever...</title><content type='html'>Even if you live to a 120(which is your limit i suppose) you still will never be able to see everything...get me??..okies heres an example..look at a flower.. than take a step back..now it looks different already..now imagine every other angle you can look at it from that you have never seen?? Even when you look at something..its mostly based on your intrest that the image is formed...looking at the clouds..a car fanatic would say the clouds like one of the 100 over car models...An animal lover would say it looks like one of a 1000 species of animals... right?? well..if you still dont understand..than i guess you gota try read this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every season I have seen,&lt;br /&gt;From winter until spring.&lt;br /&gt;Every alphabet in the English Language,&lt;br /&gt;From the letter A till Z.&lt;br /&gt;All events of different sorts,&lt;br /&gt;From weddings till funerals,&lt;br /&gt;Births to grieved deaths.&lt;br /&gt;Yet i have not seen all,&lt;br /&gt;Even till the end of times,&lt;br /&gt;I will never see all.&lt;br /&gt;For every life form on earth,&lt;br /&gt;Sees everything differently.&lt;br /&gt;Different perspective and angle,&lt;br /&gt;Seeing things according to their interest.&lt;br /&gt;Unless i can ever enter into the bodies,&lt;br /&gt;Of all beings in this world,&lt;br /&gt;I will never see all.&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jigsawjungle.com/images/educa/wssa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-113049687940365575?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/113049687940365575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=113049687940365575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/113049687940365575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/113049687940365575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2005/10/seeing-forever.html' title='Seeing Forever...'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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-11303936.post-113049297934814273</id><published>2005-10-27T12:49:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T13:49:39.366+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brave As Waves</title><content type='html'>hmm..ever had this feeling, u want to be brave but just dont have the guts to?? where you would rather hide behind a person in his/her shadow.... your comfort zone where you are well protected??..well..truthfully speaking..i think everyone has that feeling...but once in a while u should try to take a step out..so that when your tower of refuge in gone... you can be a tower to others..standing tall, straight and brave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clouds rumbling across the vast oceans,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waves crashing against great cliffs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In uncharted oceans far away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lies a majestic sailing ship.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A ship of high masks and huge sails,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Upon it I sailed with honour.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But yet a feeling crawled through me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crunching my stomach&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and making me dazed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thinking of gruesome nightmares,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That lied staright ahead of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then I reassured myself,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I was sailing with special people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like how Pylos had Hercules and Jason,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On his mind twirling journies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I too felt safe and happy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For these people could ease and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Calm my wave liked feelings,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like calming a storm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the vast Atlantic Ocean.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://starbulletin.com/2001/12/24/features/artf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-113049297934814273?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/113049297934814273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=113049297934814273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/113049297934814273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/113049297934814273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2005/10/brave-as-waves.html' title='Brave As Waves'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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-11303936.post-113005802526323645</id><published>2005-10-23T12:16:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T13:00:25.323+04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Life.....</title><content type='html'>New life..hmm.. confused??..well..try imagine holding a new born baby in your hand... and him or her smiling at you with his or her eyes... it makes you feel so happy..it can even melt a heart of a miser.. could'nt you imagine...even when you see a flower sprout..you would be so glad.. so beautiful, pure and a master piece... a new life is incomprehensible for anyone... for each has its own beauty..outwards and within...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;New life is a special gift,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a young that is born,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is treasured more than precious gems.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter a cub from a lioness,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or a piglet from a swine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;New life is special in its own way,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beautiful, adorable and wonderful,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Words used to describe,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;always positive at all times,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even for an abnormal birth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Materials are but of the world,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obtained by money that is uneternal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but life is something everlasting,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That would continue until the end of time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="256" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4401/911/320/New-Life-Nebula.jpg" width="461" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-113005802526323645?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/113005802526323645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=113005802526323645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/113005802526323645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/113005802526323645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-life.html' title='New Life.....'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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-11303936.post-112953529500533010</id><published>2005-10-17T10:53:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T11:48:15.013+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Time...</title><content type='html'>Ok lets see..time.. tick tock tick tock... you hear the clock go everyday.. non-stop.. not a step faster or slower... even till your death.. time still goes on and dosent wait a second for a pauper or a prince... time cant be bribed and time is blameless..you cant blame time for something that is acctually your fault... open your eyes and you'll see that... time pretty much controls ur entire life..one second you can be snugged comfortably in your bed and the next moment, thousands of kilometres from home... just you see what i mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand years have slip by,&lt;br /&gt;Crawling slower than a tortoise,&lt;br /&gt;Yet faster than a hare.&lt;br /&gt;Different seasons and celebrations,&lt;br /&gt;Brought by different times of the year.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas, New Year and Thanksgiving,&lt;br /&gt;A time to be reunited with joy.&lt;br /&gt;To love and to care,&lt;br /&gt;To hope and to share.&lt;br /&gt;Time can but tell of what is to come,&lt;br /&gt;Good or bad,&lt;br /&gt;Happy or sad.&lt;br /&gt;A cycle in a year,&lt;br /&gt;A circle of a life time.&lt;br /&gt;So treasure every moment,&lt;br /&gt;everyday and every second.&lt;br /&gt;for time and tide waits for no man,&lt;br /&gt;No one and not a single soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4401/911/320/LTE-hourglass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-112953529500533010?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/112953529500533010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=112953529500533010' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/112953529500533010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/112953529500533010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2005/10/precious-time.html' title='Precious Time...'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303936.post-112936716688092072</id><published>2005-10-15T12:49:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T13:06:06.886+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Gratitude...</title><content type='html'>hmm..never take for granted wad other people do for u.. true eh?..well..i feel it is..see gratitude is so important..a lot of people feel that you always have to show it by saying it..but i feel..the you can express gratitude in many different ways...words cant always say everything... like the saying goes.. " a picture can show a thousand words"... and i think poetry can do..u recon??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like almost a century,&lt;br /&gt;From the time we first met.&lt;br /&gt;Clueless of one another,&lt;br /&gt;We made friends with each other.&lt;br /&gt;Now i wish to say "Thank You",&lt;br /&gt;For everything you've done for me.&lt;br /&gt;I am truely grateful to you.&lt;br /&gt;I have very much treasured our friendship,&lt;br /&gt;More then uncountless wealth in this world,&lt;br /&gt;Or gems of a thousand kinds.&lt;br /&gt;I cherished every single moment,&lt;br /&gt;From bitterness to sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Tearfulness to laughters.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope you have felt the same.&lt;br /&gt;From now till the time to come,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you will remain in good health,&lt;br /&gt;And enjoy life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to the time, &lt;br /&gt;When we shall once again meet,&lt;br /&gt;With laughter and smiles on both our faces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-112936716688092072?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/112936716688092072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=112936716688092072' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/112936716688092072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/112936716688092072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2005/10/leaving-gratitude.html' title='Leaving Gratitude...'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303936.post-112907879145810956</id><published>2005-10-12T04:50:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T04:59:51.466+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn Separation</title><content type='html'>Hey hey... sorry for the long 2 month break off cyber world.. had to study..but now..my finals are over..so its time to Celebrate..LOL well i have to catch up on what i missed..you know..you should cherish the people around you...but as life goes..you tend to get separated..but after a while..fate brings you back i guess.. but if you never separate..ull never be ables to truely appreciate having the presence of those around you now..as the saying goes "Distance makes the heart grow fonder".. dont hate..life's too short..just appreciate and dont squabble..heres my next poem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Autumn leaves fall in the month of September,&lt;br /&gt;Ram pikes lined across the coastal shores.&lt;br /&gt;Crisp golden and brown dead leaves,&lt;br /&gt;Depicts a setting in an old lonely town.&lt;br /&gt;Mother Nature doing her seasonal cycle,&lt;br /&gt;Summer, autumn, winter, spring.&lt;br /&gt;Time has flown by so quickly,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like yesterday when the year first started.&lt;br /&gt;The year is coming to an end,&lt;br /&gt;And some friends thy farewell said.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the motherland to go abroad,&lt;br /&gt;Far from each other but near at thought.&lt;br /&gt;Sorrowful moments are disposed,&lt;br /&gt;Happy moments are cherished.&lt;br /&gt;Winter will soon slowly be here,&lt;br /&gt;A season to tuck in and stay healthy.&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless spring would follow,&lt;br /&gt;A time of happiness and joyfulness.&lt;br /&gt;And then would be the time,&lt;br /&gt;A time when we may meet,&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps separate for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;Only time can tell of what’s to come.&lt;br /&gt;But for now let’s treasure these precious moments,&lt;br /&gt;Until we bid each other a long farewell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="148" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4401/911/320/images.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-112907879145810956?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/112907879145810956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=112907879145810956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/112907879145810956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/112907879145810956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2005/10/autumn-separation.html' title='Autumn Separation'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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-11303936.post-112089138862835782</id><published>2005-07-10T10:21:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T10:43:08.633+04:00</updated><title type='text'>......</title><content type='html'>Hhmm.. this post dosent have any poems.. but i thought this verse was quite cool..appropriate..and useful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wh3n SaTaN iS kNoCkiN aT YouR DoOr, SimPly s@y,"JeSuS, coUlD yoU g3t tHaT 4 mE?!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about this verse..and you might understand.... understand the full meaning that it has.. so think about it..and have a nice day... to all.... &lt;em&gt;God Bless&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-112089138862835782?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/112089138862835782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=112089138862835782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/112089138862835782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/112089138862835782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title='......'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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-11303936.post-112081736687550986</id><published>2005-07-08T17:08:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T14:09:26.880+04:00</updated><title type='text'>HhmMmm......</title><content type='html'>Well well…lets see…exams are almost over. Yay!.. Now lets not beat around the bush anymore.. i guess this post is pretty much like the other recent post but well.. i guess I jz feel that true friends are real important…coz finding a true friend is finding treasure… priceless treasure… even more valuable then any precious gems or all the riches in this world.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friends vary from a thousand types,&lt;br /&gt;From the north, and the south.&lt;br /&gt;From the east and from the west.&lt;br /&gt;Some tall, some wise,&lt;br /&gt;Some lean and some shy.&lt;br /&gt;Some poorer than the town mice,&lt;br /&gt;Others richer than your wildest dreams.&lt;br /&gt;But where the heart lies, deep within,&lt;br /&gt;Is what is true and important.&lt;br /&gt;For most are but fair weathered friends,&lt;br /&gt;That have fun with you,&lt;br /&gt;However, do not cry with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And only few would stand by you,&lt;br /&gt;In the times of gloom and darkness.&lt;br /&gt;What kind of friend do you regard,&lt;br /&gt;As one, that is truly a friend?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps one that will always be by your side,&lt;br /&gt;Truthful, loyal and caring.&lt;br /&gt;For a friend in need is a friend I indeed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-112081736687550986?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/112081736687550986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=112081736687550986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/112081736687550986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/112081736687550986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2005/07/hhmmmm.html' title='HhmMmm......'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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-11303936.post-112071636458185489</id><published>2005-07-08T09:23:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T10:06:04.586+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell...</title><content type='html'>Sighs..hmm...you know...this day is like any other day...but its missing everything that a normal day is suppose to have.Everything gone.... gone with the wind.. ok let me tell you my situation..  ever been real happy coz your good friend or family member was finally back home... and after having so much fun, finally its time that the person or the people have to go back(damn..i guess the saying time flies when your having fun is quite true!!)As for me..now my whole house is quiet and  filled with silence(i think you can really hear a pin drop) but well...i guess we just have to continue on with our own lives and hope for the best for the other person or people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once again, you are to leave,&lt;br /&gt;Taking flight to the east.&lt;br /&gt;I shed my tears of bitter sadness&lt;br /&gt;And give you my warm tender hug.&lt;br /&gt;I remember all the fun we had,&lt;br /&gt;And the joy and laughter that we shared.&lt;br /&gt;The things we very much enjoyed,&lt;br /&gt;Even till the very end.&lt;br /&gt;But now the time has come,&lt;br /&gt;For me to say good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot hold you back,&lt;br /&gt;For that’s what destiny is.&lt;br /&gt;So now I bid you farewell,&lt;br /&gt;And pray that God protect you.&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget you,&lt;br /&gt;But look forward to seeing you,&lt;br /&gt;In the summer that is to come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-112071636458185489?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/112071636458185489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=112071636458185489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/112071636458185489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/112071636458185489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2005/07/farewell.html' title='Farewell...'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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-11303936.post-111979056236820819</id><published>2005-06-26T16:27:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T16:56:02.373+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Loyal..</title><content type='html'>You know what??...speaking in general...many a times when you have a high status, you suddenly "seem" to have many friends. but the thing is...are they all really friends that can be counted on?? Im sure a few of you out there can agree..that suddenly when something bad happens to you... everyone seems to ignore you and give you a cold stare... only a few people will remember you and care about you... those would be the ones that are real true loyal friends... that can always be counted on... and if u know how it feels then dont act like those reckless people out there.. for like the sayin goes, "do to other what you want others to do unto you"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sun slowly sets upon the horizon,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving behind its trail of black shadows.&lt;br /&gt;Even if it disappears completely,&lt;br /&gt;From all human sight and eyes,&lt;br /&gt;It will still never be forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;Like a truthful, loyal companion,&lt;br /&gt;That is not a fair weather friend.&lt;br /&gt;Always there to lend a helping hand,&lt;br /&gt;No matter what situation u might be in.&lt;br /&gt;Shares your every joy and laughter,&lt;br /&gt;But also there to lend a shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;And guide you through your darkest fear.&lt;br /&gt;So be a friend that won’t be forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;That’s always helpful and there&lt;br /&gt;Through bitter and through sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Through winter and through spring.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-111979056236820819?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/111979056236820819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=111979056236820819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/111979056236820819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/111979056236820819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2005/06/loyal.html' title='Loyal..'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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-11303936.post-111902404105781459</id><published>2005-06-17T19:41:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T20:00:41.090+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Miraculous Smile...</title><content type='html'>HhmMm..haven't posted in quite a while but well..i manage to figure out a few things.You know,smiles..it takes less muscles to smile then frown..and look..i bet you all can agree with me on this.You would rather make friends with a person that has a smile on his face then someone who looks as black as thunder.People that smile give others a different image and makes other people feel warm..thats wad is shown in my next poem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;The mighty winds against my face, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Remembering the cliché once proclaimed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;“Do not worry, always be happy”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Do not care of how so ever&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;The mortal world thinks of you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Or take to the heart,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Of how they ever treat you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Keep a smile always on your face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And keep all worries and thoughts,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Out of the human brain.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;For you may not know and realize,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;But a smile could do wondrous miracles.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Change a life or save a soul.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Give hope or make one feel loved.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So keep a smile and do not frown,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;To make the world a better place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-111902404105781459?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/111902404105781459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=111902404105781459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/111902404105781459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/111902404105781459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2005/06/miraculous-smile.html' title='Miraculous Smile...'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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-11303936.post-111776660259099883</id><published>2005-06-03T06:14:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T06:43:22.596+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry..</title><content type='html'>U know what?In this world there are three friends that i really treasure..they have really helped me out..but to one..i owe a sincere apologies..i guess sometimes i take friends for granted.I owe that fren loads..but well..as people alwayz say..freindship is about giving and taking..so well..right now..i would like to thank you for everything you helped me through and i hope you would accept my sincere apologies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leafy trees sway from left to right,&lt;br /&gt;Darkness covers and surrounds me.&lt;br /&gt;Teardrops fall from open heavens.&lt;br /&gt;I fall on my weary bended knees.&lt;br /&gt;My face straight to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;As my lips open slowly and silently,&lt;br /&gt;The words for forgiveness slip from my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never expressing my sincere gratitude,&lt;br /&gt;For all the generous things&lt;br /&gt;You once did for me.&lt;br /&gt;Would a chest of gold do?&lt;br /&gt;Or all the riches in the world?&lt;br /&gt;But deep down within my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I know our friendship is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I ask for but one wish,&lt;br /&gt;That is to receive my sincere apologies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-111776660259099883?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/111776660259099883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=111776660259099883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/111776660259099883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/111776660259099883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2005/06/sorry.html' title='Sorry..'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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-11303936.post-111518948084296464</id><published>2005-05-04T10:36:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T10:51:20.863+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect...?</title><content type='html'>Okies let me see...have you ever had an idol in your life??where you think he or she is so cool and so perfect that u want to be exactly like him or her??well here comes the truth..no one's perfect.He or she may just seem perfect to you but they arnt.Some people tend to think positively and so they seem so perfect.So as long as you think positively..you can be great! have confidence in yourself!Being youself is much better then being someone else..cause who knows you might be a thousand times better.well..i guess i had to learn it the hard way but everyone will go through that certain phase in life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking through mirrors of past years,&lt;br /&gt;Of the silly things, I once tried to be.&lt;br /&gt;Following, mimicking and imitating&lt;br /&gt;So called “idols” that seem so perfect.&lt;br /&gt;But truthfully speaking from the heart,&lt;br /&gt;How can a human grow wings and fly?&lt;br /&gt;Or a horse grow fins and swim.&lt;br /&gt;How can summer start snowing?&lt;br /&gt;Or flowers bloom on winters day.&lt;br /&gt;Everything’s but a masterpiece,&lt;br /&gt;Each creation is unique and made special.&lt;br /&gt;Possessing its own strength and weakness,&lt;br /&gt;However, suppressed deep within the heart.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, seek and find thy true self,&lt;br /&gt;So that the master’s plan shall be fulfilled.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-111518948084296464?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/111518948084296464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=111518948084296464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/111518948084296464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/111518948084296464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2005/05/perfect.html' title='Perfect...?'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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-11303936.post-111450764698395390</id><published>2005-04-26T12:45:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T13:27:26.986+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wealth?</title><content type='html'>Whats wealth man!!..hey dont get me wrong.wealths important but look... do you acctually think that your limos and mansions and all your gold can acctually follow you..??thats gotta be crazy. But some people even fit diamonds and rubys into the dead persons body before they are burried and in the end thieves who know about this just come and dig thier body up.Ever wonder..maybe perhaps those dead people dont need those kind of treasure cause the place after we die could be paved with gold and everything could be made of presious gems..that will seem worthless and useless cause they have finally seen and received what is really valuable.What is it?? thats a question for you to ask yourself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once a vagabond in a street,&lt;br /&gt;Now possessing riches untold.&lt;br /&gt;With mighty mansions across the globe,&lt;br /&gt;And private jets that fly through the skies,&lt;br /&gt;Limos that drive along the highways,&lt;br /&gt;With servants and chauffeurs that wait upon me.&lt;br /&gt;Living a live unimaginable.&lt;br /&gt;But then again and again,&lt;br /&gt;I think of something that bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;A question so simple yet devastating.&lt;br /&gt;“Does my wealth follow me,&lt;br /&gt;To where I am going to be?”&lt;br /&gt;Wealth is but something of this earth,&lt;br /&gt;Something seducing and materialistic.&lt;br /&gt;Limitless wealth shall not follow you.&lt;br /&gt;Into the box and the grave down under.&lt;br /&gt;For paradise is more than you could imagine.&lt;br /&gt;Real riches can only be found there,&lt;br /&gt;And there is where you shall find&lt;br /&gt;Real happiness for all eternity.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-111450764698395390?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/111450764698395390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=111450764698395390' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/111450764698395390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/111450764698395390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2005/04/wealth.html' title='Wealth?'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303936.post-111449761651620656</id><published>2005-04-23T10:07:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T10:40:16.516+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Loneliness...</title><content type='html'>HmMmm..u know what..have you ever felt really really lonely at one time.. cold and lonely..and no one is there for you??well i try to do something whenever i have that feeling..it helps you not to think too much..and well as the saying goes..no matter how long winter is,spring is sure to follow..so i hope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foggy scenes across the London streets.&lt;br /&gt;A pavement filled with nothing but shadows,&lt;br /&gt;Shadows of high rise buildings&lt;br /&gt;On a silent lonely night.&lt;br /&gt;Not a soul to be seen,&lt;br /&gt;Not a breath to be heard.&lt;br /&gt;But the fading sounds of Big Ben going:&lt;br /&gt;“Tick tock tick tock”&lt;br /&gt;Dried leaves fall slowly and gently,&lt;br /&gt;From pine trees of antiquity.&lt;br /&gt;Snowflakes begin to fall,&lt;br /&gt;From the skies opened so wide.&lt;br /&gt;Darkness surround me,&lt;br /&gt;With winds bound in all directions.&lt;br /&gt;I call for you in utter darkness,&lt;br /&gt;But not a slightest answer was to be heard.&lt;br /&gt;One day these loneliness shall pass,&lt;br /&gt;And warmth will be with me once again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-111449761651620656?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/111449761651620656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=111449761651620656' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/111449761651620656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/111449761651620656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2005/04/winter-loneliness.html' title='Winter Loneliness...'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303936.post-111361545840676227</id><published>2005-04-16T05:23:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T05:37:38.406+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Valued..</title><content type='html'>You know what i think?.. freindship can never be bought..even if you are filthy rich.. you just cant buy friends..take for example The Prodigal Son... right after he got his share of the money, he went away enjoying with his so called "freinds".To him it must have been a lot of fun, drinking and gambling.But look,in the end they all left him when he ran out of cash.They were acctually like leaches, draining all his money.So you see you cant buy real friendship with money but through sincerity of the heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Value of friendship; precious, priceless.&lt;br /&gt;How then can it be compared?&lt;br /&gt;To a magnificent chest of gold,&lt;br /&gt;Or any other treasure in the world?&lt;br /&gt;Friends, a word so simple,&lt;br /&gt;Yet bears a thousand meanings.&lt;br /&gt;Though friends; countless like the grains of sand,&lt;br /&gt;Only few will journey with you.&lt;br /&gt;Fly to the glowing round moon,&lt;br /&gt;Or travel to the edge of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;Have limitless wealth,&lt;br /&gt;With a life of luxury.&lt;br /&gt;Journey to magic realms&lt;br /&gt;And having faeries to fulfill every wish.&lt;br /&gt;Still nothing can ever replace,&lt;br /&gt;The value of true everlasting friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-111361545840676227?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/111361545840676227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=111361545840676227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/111361545840676227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/111361545840676227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2005/04/valued.html' title='Valued..'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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-11303936.post-111302116339930515</id><published>2005-04-09T08:08:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T18:30:06.716+04:00</updated><title type='text'>FrIendS...</title><content type='html'>Well..well... i seriously dont know why all my poems stress so much on freindship??..i guess its because in my point of view,friendship is quite important...of course some of you will say that family is more important..i agree with that point..but if you have a family where all your sibblings are like thousands of miles from you..and u only see them once a year ..obviously you would turn to the people nearest to you..anyway..hope you enjoy this next poem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A kind being sent from above,&lt;br /&gt;Turns around and comes my way.&lt;br /&gt;Always there to carry me,&lt;br /&gt;Across trials everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Inspires every work I do,&lt;br /&gt;Smiles that brighten up my day.&lt;br /&gt;Cares for me at the time of tears,&lt;br /&gt;A shining light that calms my fears.&lt;br /&gt;Lets my spirit soar high,&lt;br /&gt;And fills me with great happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Gives me courage to carry on,&lt;br /&gt;And turns my frowns upside down.&lt;br /&gt;I am very grateful and glad,&lt;br /&gt;To have wonderful friends like that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-111302116339930515?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/111302116339930515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=111302116339930515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/111302116339930515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/111302116339930515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2005/04/friends.html' title='FrIendS...'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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-11303936.post-111233452404727665</id><published>2005-04-02T01:48:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T09:48:44.046+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Free...</title><content type='html'>You know what, i feel so happy..do u ever have this feling where finally all your worries are over and you can enjoy...hahah well like the saying goes.. 5 years suffering, 50 years enjoyment...thats a real good saying i got from my grand dad..its really helpful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arising to the top of the mountains,&lt;br /&gt;Like a mighty lion climbing onto a cliff,&lt;br /&gt;To lead his noble pride.&lt;br /&gt;I shall spread wings of cotton feathers,&lt;br /&gt;And take flight above the sky.&lt;br /&gt;No boundaries to stop me,&lt;br /&gt;No rules to follow.&lt;br /&gt;Finally free form all bondage.&lt;br /&gt;Not a slightest thought of worry bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;Music fills the air,&lt;br /&gt;With the sounds of every single creature,&lt;br /&gt;Forming a soothing symphony.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing holds me back,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing stops my choice.&lt;br /&gt;Wanting not a glimpse,&lt;br /&gt;Of the torments that once weighed upon me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-111233452404727665?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/111233452404727665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=111233452404727665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/111233452404727665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/111233452404727665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2005/04/free.html' title='Free...'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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-11303936.post-111224752448646529</id><published>2005-04-01T09:33:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T09:38:44.486+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Plague</title><content type='html'>Ok...to tell you all the truth i have no idea why i wrote this one..but for my family members and close friends i think you would be able to interpret and understand...its a little complicated for the rest but lets just see how well u do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dusk to dawn,&lt;br /&gt;Winter to spring.&lt;br /&gt;Time slowly slips by,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving no answer or clue.&lt;br /&gt;A sickness centuries old,&lt;br /&gt;Yet no ever found cure.&lt;br /&gt;But self determination,&lt;br /&gt;That is deep down within the heart.&lt;br /&gt;A sickness so deadly and bold,&lt;br /&gt;It poisons the heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;Affecting all those around,&lt;br /&gt;Especially those dear to the heart.&lt;br /&gt;“Take Courage!” those words&lt;br /&gt;Come from those who care.&lt;br /&gt;For one day this plague shall go,&lt;br /&gt;If the mighty one above permits it so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-111224752448646529?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/111224752448646529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=111224752448646529' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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quite..well...how bout this for a start..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The mighty sun begins to set,&lt;br /&gt;All creatures begin to rest.&lt;br /&gt;Silence fills the glades and mountains,&lt;br /&gt;With only the sound of crying coyotes&lt;br /&gt;And gushing streams and fountains.&lt;br /&gt;Faeries and elves come out to play,&lt;br /&gt;With their wings so dainty and gay,&lt;br /&gt;Tiny footsteps on the lawn,&lt;br /&gt;Shone by rays of silver moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;Gnomes try spells of old,&lt;br /&gt;Lapricons adore their pots of gold.&lt;br /&gt;Pixies hop from stone to stone,&lt;br /&gt;Like how fairytales are told.&lt;br /&gt;Stars twinkle in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Guarding, cherishing those below them.&lt;br /&gt;Till the night finally goes by,&lt;br /&gt;And the sun rises once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-111174324404529401?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/111174324404529401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=111174324404529401' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/111174324404529401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/111174324404529401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2005/03/night-time.html' title='Night Time..'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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-11303936.post-111172318186737214</id><published>2005-03-24T06:54:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T06:59:41.866+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad...</title><content type='html'>Have u ever had a feeling where you were looking forward to something to come..and when it finally comes you feel so sad and depressed coz its the totally opposite of what you expected..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Skies slowly turn to grey,&lt;br /&gt;The sight seen from where I lay.&lt;br /&gt;Tearful raindrops fall from heaven,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping wishing for your presence.&lt;br /&gt;To calm me from my thoughts and fears,&lt;br /&gt;All I need is someone here.&lt;br /&gt;Searching, wondering aimlessly,&lt;br /&gt;Finding a town within the valley.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds of laughter fill the air,&lt;br /&gt;The thought of you saddens me.&lt;br /&gt;Clouds above me,&lt;br /&gt;As pale as can be.&lt;br /&gt;A ray of hope flickers in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Giving me courage, joy, and strength.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps someday, somewhere, somehow,&lt;br /&gt;Dreams and wishes will all come true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-111172318186737214?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/111172318186737214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=111172318186737214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/111172318186737214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/111172318186737214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2005/03/sad.html' title='Sad...'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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-11303936.post-111112519528550673</id><published>2005-03-19T08:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T08:53:15.286+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Love....</title><content type='html'>Hey..ever watched beauty and the beast..hmm....i know its a movie like in the stone ages but well...i think it was great.. but u know i was listening to the song ...and i think its really soothing and peaceful.. someone must have been thinking a lot to write that song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beauty and the beast,&lt;br /&gt;“What are they?”&lt;br /&gt;A symbol of love and peace,&lt;br /&gt;That’s what it is.&lt;br /&gt;The power of love overcomes all.&lt;br /&gt;One vicious as a beast&lt;br /&gt;But delicate as a flower.&lt;br /&gt;The other graceful as a swan,&lt;br /&gt;But as strong as a tower.&lt;br /&gt;An evil spell overcame,&lt;br /&gt;By simply nothing but love.&lt;br /&gt;That comes straight from the heart,&lt;br /&gt;Strong, steadfast and constant.&lt;br /&gt;Never changing through all seasons,&lt;br /&gt;A feeling that makes you happy.&lt;br /&gt;Turns winter into spring,&lt;br /&gt;Night to day,&lt;br /&gt;And makes all things new.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-111112519528550673?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/111112519528550673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=111112519528550673' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/111112519528550673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/111112519528550673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2005/03/love.html' title='Love....'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11303936.post-111103053911982426</id><published>2005-03-17T22:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T06:35:39.120+03:00</updated><title type='text'>HMmm..</title><content type='html'>YaWwwnNN..im so tired..slept so late last night but well..thats the way life is..especially if ur living a life that is so near exams!!let me see..bout my next poem..i have nothin much to say..so let me poem tell u what im thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A kind being sent from above,&lt;br /&gt;Turns around and comes my way.&lt;br /&gt;Always there to carry me,&lt;br /&gt;Across trials everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Inspires every work I do,&lt;br /&gt;Smiles that brighten up my day.&lt;br /&gt;Cares for me at the time of tears,&lt;br /&gt;A shining light that calms my fears.&lt;br /&gt;Lets my spirit soar high,&lt;br /&gt;Fills me with great happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Gives me courage to carry on,&lt;br /&gt;Turns my frowns upside down.&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful and glad,&lt;br /&gt;To have a wonderful friend like that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-111103053911982426?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/111103053911982426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=111103053911982426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/111103053911982426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/111103053911982426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2005/03/hmmm.html' title='HMmm..'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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-11303936.post-111102992962676516</id><published>2005-03-17T06:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T06:25:29.626+03:00</updated><title type='text'>True Friends??</title><content type='html'>Well..let me see...u must be thinking why my poems emphasize mostly on friends..to tell you the truth,im not too sure myself.anyway this poem is for four people who have helped me a great lot.hmm..u know rite..as times passes u get to see who ur real friends are..and as like evryone says..in the end there will only be arond one to two hands full of real friends..and i totally agree on that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solid gold, emeralds, and gems,&lt;br /&gt;Strong from the inside out.&lt;br /&gt;Found within the depths of the earth,&lt;br /&gt;Like true friends that come by&lt;br /&gt;Once in a million years.&lt;br /&gt;Their actions shine like the colors of dawn.&lt;br /&gt;Words strong, mightier than the sword,&lt;br /&gt;Filled with courage, hope and assurance.&lt;br /&gt;Being there when you least expect it,&lt;br /&gt;Like grandparents dancing at the Midsummer Ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasure them then,&lt;br /&gt;Like the teardrops from an infant&lt;br /&gt;Or a pot of lapricon gold.&lt;br /&gt;For new friends shine like silver,&lt;br /&gt;But true friends are solid gold.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-111102992962676516?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/111102992962676516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=111102992962676516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/111102992962676516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/111102992962676516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2005/03/true-friends.html' title='True Friends??'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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-11303936.post-111087161545269385</id><published>2005-03-15T10:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T10:26:55.453+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright Sunny Day...</title><content type='html'>Ahh..well... i guess im prety much in more of a good mood today..so well..here we go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rising on a bright sunny day,&lt;br /&gt;Chirping birds meet my ears.&lt;br /&gt;A sky painted with all shades of blue.&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of nothing special but you.&lt;br /&gt;Birds soaring high above them sky.&lt;br /&gt;Rain drops refracting multiful colors&lt;br /&gt;Green fills the hill tops and mountains,&lt;br /&gt;Clouds moving in winds desire.&lt;br /&gt;Like an extract from Picassos paintings.&lt;br /&gt;These sights and sounds gladden me,&lt;br /&gt;Love and joy runs through me.&lt;br /&gt;Making me feel all warm and tingly.&lt;br /&gt;How could I afford to sulk and frown?&lt;br /&gt;On this wonderful day of beautiful creations.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...i guess i should start studyin for my exams..wish me luck..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-111087161545269385?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/111087161545269385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=111087161545269385' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/111087161545269385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/111087161545269385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2005/03/bright-sunny-day.html' title='Bright Sunny Day...'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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-11303936.post-111087136729441592</id><published>2005-03-15T10:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T10:22:47.296+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger...</title><content type='html'>GggRrrr..u know wad..sometimes some people jz love gettin on other peoples nerve..u have gotta agree with me on that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hatred rages through wondering eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Fire be wilds within my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Revenge is sweet and I thirst for it,&lt;br /&gt;Poisonous blood runs through my veins,&lt;br /&gt;Filling me with courage and strength.&lt;br /&gt;Yearning, hoping that death be upon him,&lt;br /&gt;Falling like a tiny pebble,&lt;br /&gt;Into the abyss down below.&lt;br /&gt;Never to return from those gruesome nightmares,&lt;br /&gt;Of darkness, loneliness and never ending torture.&lt;br /&gt;Curse him the day he told, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My secrets to both young and old.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-111087136729441592?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/111087136729441592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=111087136729441592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/111087136729441592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/111087136729441592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2005/03/anger.html' title='Anger...'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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-11303936.post-111087094884026484</id><published>2005-03-11T10:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T10:15:48.843+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Questioning Myself</title><content type='html'>I wrote this poem coz i think my fren was asking me like whether i wanna die or not ..i dont know why..but i guess i wrote this jz to convince myself..hahaha..come on man!! why would i want to die when im livin in such a great world n havin a great life??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Questionable thoughts in blurry visions,&lt;br /&gt;Quoting phrases of silent whispers.&lt;br /&gt;Do I really want to die?&lt;br /&gt;These deadly words causing great cries.&lt;br /&gt;Saddening all that is within me,&lt;br /&gt;Pondering thinking in search of an answer.&lt;br /&gt;Gradually falling into a deep sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting all that once troubled me.&lt;br /&gt;Having a glimpse of God’s creations,&lt;br /&gt;My heart warms and tenders itself.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing wondrous miracles in magnificent colors,&lt;br /&gt;I change my mind and all thoughts and wishes.&lt;br /&gt;Awaking to see tomorrow’s sunrise,&lt;br /&gt;I am glad to be part of Gods wondrous creations.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-11303936.post-111025452361537244</id><published>2005-03-09T06:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T07:02:03.616+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Snobs..</title><content type='html'>Hmm...some people just love insulting others dont they?? well anyway i hope this will help u to understand what i mean..hopefully....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boastful people all around me,&lt;br /&gt;Up and down, left and right,&lt;br /&gt;Arrows of insult fly with speed,&lt;br /&gt;Snobbish comments from insolent brats.&lt;br /&gt;Powerless sheep that act like kings.&lt;br /&gt;Like Pharisees and scribes of old centuries.&lt;br /&gt;What kind of place is earth changing into?&lt;br /&gt;Morphing, moving, inside out.&lt;br /&gt;Gather your great mighty army.&lt;br /&gt;Ready your powerful weapons,&lt;br /&gt;March on against these self-righteous fools.&lt;br /&gt;Destroy all their thoughts and selfish rules.&lt;br /&gt;Throw them into the realms down below.&lt;br /&gt;Humility and compassion shall reign forever,&lt;br /&gt;And love shall rule from this day onwards.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-111025452361537244?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/111025452361537244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11303936&amp;postID=111025452361537244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/111025452361537244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11303936/posts/default/111025452361537244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/2005/03/snobs.html' title='Snobs..'/><author><name>Samks™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00236675390434927694</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-11303936.post-111025372688394844</id><published>2005-03-08T06:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T06:48:46.886+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>Let me see i dont have much to say...i express myself with my poems.. i think this was the 1st one i wrote..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good friends, best friends,&lt;br /&gt;Come and go,&lt;br /&gt;Their helping hand calms my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Like a candle in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;They shine brightly filled with hope.&lt;br /&gt;To the left, to the right,&lt;br /&gt;How do I find them in the night?&lt;br /&gt;Hands of courage&lt;br /&gt;Lift me up.&lt;br /&gt;A touch of hope,&lt;br /&gt;Glitters in the night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of hope,&lt;br /&gt;Vanish like smoke.&lt;br /&gt;All hope is lost,&lt;br /&gt;Then my friend comes like a cloak&lt;br /&gt;To warm me in the cold winter snow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11303936-111025372688394844?l=ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssimplethoughtss.blogspot.com/feeds/111025372688394844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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