tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33630170551263346272024-02-07T07:46:53.292+05:30VJEnchanted Sophiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456188986979717277noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363017055126334627.post-83928991062332920952011-09-16T21:47:00.002+05:302011-09-16T22:04:53.427+05:30I really enjoy life I'm just not good at it.<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Shall I redirect my life's journey because down some sideroad might be some trifle I'm entitled to? </span></div>Enchanted Sophiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456188986979717277noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363017055126334627.post-19785954168826810062010-12-21T05:05:00.000+05:302010-12-21T05:06:26.018+05:30Careful with your words, even a single word can change everything.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdTbMfMI4VhRnaYwcw0K46D4qbHDm4BxCiY6-n-XE_hR-3nbGxXApBuWevbAf94jmnuaVYGoTABBB8mFywSS9rTNfiPBankos-no-mCEPtDdayzixVfOtz0LgpUl7mgr6eyYjtv7cg0qHE/s1600/words.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdTbMfMI4VhRnaYwcw0K46D4qbHDm4BxCiY6-n-XE_hR-3nbGxXApBuWevbAf94jmnuaVYGoTABBB8mFywSS9rTNfiPBankos-no-mCEPtDdayzixVfOtz0LgpUl7mgr6eyYjtv7cg0qHE/s400/words.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552912376470263378" /></a>Enchanted Sophiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456188986979717277noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363017055126334627.post-36075506346078695912010-11-22T11:42:00.003+05:302010-11-22T11:45:31.320+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi07eMZcs96KiLVwSY3_46pRurC3YnO3DWGIS4EUtAF94PJpQXlefdqBQlUyLmi4r5kpb4r9fAnDQ3GAay3s-jicg5lBtW6LggT7hAhfw22_tHLZMmPv7Bn4jPty7M0VWyCzi8xxt6Ss0bt/s1600/5008260986_f854abfed3_z.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi07eMZcs96KiLVwSY3_46pRurC3YnO3DWGIS4EUtAF94PJpQXlefdqBQlUyLmi4r5kpb4r9fAnDQ3GAay3s-jicg5lBtW6LggT7hAhfw22_tHLZMmPv7Bn4jPty7M0VWyCzi8xxt6Ss0bt/s400/5008260986_f854abfed3_z.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542253215849785442" /></a><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >You will find as </span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >you look back</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >upon your life</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >that the</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >moments when</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >you have truly</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >lived are the</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >moments </span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >when you</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >have done</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >things in the </span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >spirit of</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >love.</span></div>Enchanted Sophiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456188986979717277noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363017055126334627.post-23388523511610174112010-04-20T13:41:00.002+05:302010-04-20T13:55:20.144+05:30Sometimes you have to get to know someone really well to realize you're really strangers.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://angiebeselcounseling.com/images/couple2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 416px;" src="http://angiebeselcounseling.com/images/couple2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;">How long does it take</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;">to know someone?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;">Is a day enough?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;">A fortnight perhaps?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;">A decade?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;">There really are no</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;">rules in a relationship</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;">Sometimes it can</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;">take a lifetime</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;">sometimes all it</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;">takes is a glance.</span></span><br /></div>Enchanted Sophiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456188986979717277noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363017055126334627.post-63679171500509810592010-04-11T00:07:00.002+05:302010-04-11T00:14:41.967+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HOCuXB2IC34/Si9deP5UvXI/AAAAAAAAB44/KWzf36_eTZM/s400/1+Cute+Kiss+(www.cute-pictures.blogspot.com).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HOCuXB2IC34/Si9deP5UvXI/AAAAAAAAB44/KWzf36_eTZM/s400/1+Cute+Kiss+(www.cute-pictures.blogspot.com).jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Theres always a time that makes your heartbeat,</div><div style="text-align: center;">It’s when you and your true love first meet,</div><div style="text-align: center;">You can feel the sensation from your head to your feet.</div><div style="text-align: center;">That’s the feeling that makes life complete.</div>Enchanted Sophiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456188986979717277noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363017055126334627.post-86125499434041157572010-02-11T00:59:00.003+05:302010-02-11T01:10:01.793+05:30ONE PARAGRAPH THAT EXPLAINS LIFE!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxHviElXloM3cc3waAvIBKIWfmcKkpfOaRB8859rIzKNQA7il83q0ilvqOjLbP60Q71kozxl7d2WVCuFISRjxOsgwbO142-H2kW8uI9bg6cexthBGImS6srIv6p_DrU1xNfb3ZFMlICpmY/s1600-h/Attitude.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxHviElXloM3cc3waAvIBKIWfmcKkpfOaRB8859rIzKNQA7il83q0ilvqOjLbP60Q71kozxl7d2WVCuFISRjxOsgwbO142-H2kW8uI9bg6cexthBGImS6srIv6p_DrU1xNfb3ZFMlICpmY/s400/Attitude.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436701834856994018" border="0" /></a><br />Arthur Ashe, the legendary Wimbledon player was dying of AIDS which he got due to infected blood he received during a heart surgery in 1983.<br /><br />From world over, he received letters from his fans, one of which conveyed:<br /><br />"Why does GOD have to select you for such a bad disease"?<br /><br />To this Arthur Ashe replied:<br /><br />"The world over -- 50 million children start playing tennis, 5 million learn to play tennis, 500,000 learn professional tennis, 50,000 come to the circuit, 5000 reach the grand slam, 50 reach Wimbledon, 4 to semi final, 2 to the finals, when I was holding a cup I never asked GOD 'Why me?'.<br />And today in pain I should not be asking GOD 'Why me?' "<br /><br />"Happiness keeps you Sweet,<br />Trials keep you Strong,<br />Sorrow keeps you Human,<br />Failure keeps you humble and Success keeps you glowing, but only Faith & Attitude Keeps you going... “Enchanted Sophiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456188986979717277noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363017055126334627.post-11402493346420044882010-01-04T22:55:00.002+05:302010-01-04T22:58:21.111+05:30May all your troubles last as long as your New Year's resolutions.<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA-RDR9lZOeOqcHtvi9LYk95M7cFic_-eYEEpSlX2ux6AGKf_5Whym_M4j5bkjmh5e0ZlK16z7nv5zgxUWS5yutsUC-b7mogX3751MYwu_VpV-JDVI9HS0vPuzjzgNew1M68FzZb0UfQeG/s1600-h/1051884169_0c024c5b64.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422937344333689346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA-RDR9lZOeOqcHtvi9LYk95M7cFic_-eYEEpSlX2ux6AGKf_5Whym_M4j5bkjmh5e0ZlK16z7nv5zgxUWS5yutsUC-b7mogX3751MYwu_VpV-JDVI9HS0vPuzjzgNew1M68FzZb0UfQeG/s400/1051884169_0c024c5b64.jpg" border="0" /></a> A new year is unfolding – like a blossom with petals curled tightly concealing the beauty within.<br /><br /></div>Enchanted Sophiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456188986979717277noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363017055126334627.post-17488372790143266862009-12-09T20:14:00.001+05:302009-12-09T23:37:34.760+05:30Nature is an angel's favorite hiding place.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOKcHdRw7bFQyytt2Zq0Hw77hTxWFiihxNRaGrQEu3APQnIi3uCBa6091_WOA9Gr1yzeIPJbYlicUdahEEpa6zEaZmhGCgDgylPQoMxNxO9_gCMYfHskLxs69VIjmMX2dtG2914PDiXmy2/s1600-h/child-angel-field-625a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOKcHdRw7bFQyytt2Zq0Hw77hTxWFiihxNRaGrQEu3APQnIi3uCBa6091_WOA9Gr1yzeIPJbYlicUdahEEpa6zEaZmhGCgDgylPQoMxNxO9_gCMYfHskLxs69VIjmMX2dtG2914PDiXmy2/s400/child-angel-field-625a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413299063172133410" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;">Ever felt an angel's breath in the gentle breeze? A teardrop in the falling rain? Hear a whisper amongst the rustle of leaves? Or been kissed by a lone snowflake?</span><br /></div>Enchanted Sophiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456188986979717277noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363017055126334627.post-68241289723751880142009-11-10T00:18:00.003+05:302009-11-10T00:41:12.248+05:30Fantasy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrTjhTPUdkJ3rYxwOibeiW5vwyVLhWx697s7wEpdPeo666gjqWlrBzg01_v_6cXIU0f14lfRAPnYj3dDjhO7Lss_fQAylmRyTxrGY4zANJ7tLPvVHgIOS7whZVeKZxo96t4n8yfEO_exp1/s1600-h/fantasyart06.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrTjhTPUdkJ3rYxwOibeiW5vwyVLhWx697s7wEpdPeo666gjqWlrBzg01_v_6cXIU0f14lfRAPnYj3dDjhO7Lss_fQAylmRyTxrGY4zANJ7tLPvVHgIOS7whZVeKZxo96t4n8yfEO_exp1/s400/fantasyart06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402183405126446898" border="0" /></a>The best thing about dreams is that fleeting moment, when you are between asleep and awake, when you don't know the difference between reality and fantasy, when for just that one moment you feel with your entire soul that the dream is reality, and it really happened.<br /><br />I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells.Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, It's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, And that enables you to laugh at life's realities.<br /><br />Fantasies are more than substitutes for unpleasant reality; they are also dress rehearsals, plans. All acts performed in the world begin in the imagination.Fantasy is an exercise bicycle for the mind. It might not take you anywhere, but it tones up the muscles that can. Of course, I could be wrong.Enchanted Sophiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456188986979717277noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363017055126334627.post-48195191966433264022009-10-25T22:32:00.004+05:302009-10-25T22:47:06.180+05:30The heart has eyes which the brain knows nothing of.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvfAvl6Gw_Ddy8AbJwMCWofRvhnxANIHONmbIOY8PoC6PETKPeJCnYVUKCA5-ecxtG3vj0ZhNmK4KfF6Ec2Hc5he2k1NCjVjKJ8cvIX_sWeoAMjaDgP_Ito0hzpBr9X_ZZHG9otzV0Qjd5/s1600-h/3348371399_98dcca82bb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvfAvl6Gw_Ddy8AbJwMCWofRvhnxANIHONmbIOY8PoC6PETKPeJCnYVUKCA5-ecxtG3vj0ZhNmK4KfF6Ec2Hc5he2k1NCjVjKJ8cvIX_sWeoAMjaDgP_Ito0hzpBr9X_ZZHG9otzV0Qjd5/s400/3348371399_98dcca82bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396587825728019586" border="0" /></a><br />Only few true loving hearts can easily identify some little lies in your smile and some more truth in you tears.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">'Never miss them in your life.'</span><br /></div>Enchanted Sophiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456188986979717277noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363017055126334627.post-82225895406421798022009-10-17T18:44:00.002+05:302009-10-17T22:21:03.766+05:30Have a cute diwali and a very sweet new year!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixBiXGHQ-OuzmXURQA5gza_c7Txe9pwCSyxOEfbj0j1r_p3TANTMXo2SWcuIxf_bzn4yxhY1qFu4CcVSCJi5rlswrkYxkpjJJazLd-Zi7OJnM7p8JvGN6CfMNl9O16VKLPuvlBq_kWc4Bz/s1600-h/happiness-quotes_1335400321_79.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixBiXGHQ-OuzmXURQA5gza_c7Txe9pwCSyxOEfbj0j1r_p3TANTMXo2SWcuIxf_bzn4yxhY1qFu4CcVSCJi5rlswrkYxkpjJJazLd-Zi7OJnM7p8JvGN6CfMNl9O16VKLPuvlBq_kWc4Bz/s400/happiness-quotes_1335400321_79.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393611493104724322" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCPiZh44vcIvpN0Dg60nbj7kmTFbCZZ_aizV9NJs7k-Rc99noqYCEPpy6Jga1EOf9CmmvF92n7tdSdm8coFZfsZMWpeZvu_SWa8hh-BFHY2nS4JqLcF8KeO4D89U3PLs3Dcbo3VEIOMXG1/s1600-h/celebrity-pictures-peanuts-snoopy-charlie-brown-happiness.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 394px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCPiZh44vcIvpN0Dg60nbj7kmTFbCZZ_aizV9NJs7k-Rc99noqYCEPpy6Jga1EOf9CmmvF92n7tdSdm8coFZfsZMWpeZvu_SWa8hh-BFHY2nS4JqLcF8KeO4D89U3PLs3Dcbo3VEIOMXG1/s400/celebrity-pictures-peanuts-snoopy-charlie-brown-happiness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393611487313830450" border="0" /></a>Have a life which you wants to live and the way you wants to live!<br /></div>Enchanted Sophiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456188986979717277noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363017055126334627.post-66099750331986392792009-10-05T01:11:00.007+05:302009-10-05T02:37:50.246+05:30Experience: that most brutal of teachers. But you learn, my God do you learn.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinO2Fjoz7C4DakrU_Ne55oqpsjmpP3nVHGiL1r07rj2sJUqJIWTnu48bJbY9_0WuCrpFlJycARqz03Cgx2Ee52RT0S51Rov3TwY-H9cuL9aaZ8XLTB8oYdFBDOYMnBfT5sE7blqmSLlKrE/s1600-h/3337420393_59343e33af_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinO2Fjoz7C4DakrU_Ne55oqpsjmpP3nVHGiL1r07rj2sJUqJIWTnu48bJbY9_0WuCrpFlJycARqz03Cgx2Ee52RT0S51Rov3TwY-H9cuL9aaZ8XLTB8oYdFBDOYMnBfT5sE7blqmSLlKrE/s400/3337420393_59343e33af_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388854179580762402" border="0" /></a>I think we all wish we could erase some dark times in our lives. But all of life's experiences, bad and good, make you who you are. Erasing any of life's experiences would be a great mistake. Won't it?</div>Enchanted Sophiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456188986979717277noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363017055126334627.post-64735332898823006872009-09-25T01:07:00.002+05:302009-09-25T01:14:44.884+05:30Merry-go-round<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu-DasfRylVi-DQAQbr24cEAczta2meDBQdoO6bOezqeSvKDP3D2AHmrXn8xBFcUYN_kqCmAO87E_Dzg2Mn48NurGlo3QVf3t56rQZvCekJS-LdMN-Xg5vQNZLteALfC_aF9eNaAMeb_o5/s1600-h/merry-go-round-bear.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu-DasfRylVi-DQAQbr24cEAczta2meDBQdoO6bOezqeSvKDP3D2AHmrXn8xBFcUYN_kqCmAO87E_Dzg2Mn48NurGlo3QVf3t56rQZvCekJS-LdMN-Xg5vQNZLteALfC_aF9eNaAMeb_o5/s400/merry-go-round-bear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385121896439606482" border="0" /></a>You don't really understand human nature unless you know why a child on a merry-go-round will wave at his parents every time around - and why his parents will always wave back.</div>Enchanted Sophiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456188986979717277noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363017055126334627.post-8413923236197118152009-09-19T19:40:00.004+05:302009-09-19T20:08:20.578+05:30How touchy!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIGqR-fniKkiMOmhP2QADgSafD1PIbR9DxV56smzMG4d-z61mgroQKBx5IgXUDVQ85RQCnMxUSOoH-Db5wtYQs8SGfz8u0XBH65soAjqoi_fJV_nYkAmNRKGEFIsvMckkI8l8H9ffkBu7B/s1600-h/end_sunset_pooh_piglet.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIGqR-fniKkiMOmhP2QADgSafD1PIbR9DxV56smzMG4d-z61mgroQKBx5IgXUDVQ85RQCnMxUSOoH-Db5wtYQs8SGfz8u0XBH65soAjqoi_fJV_nYkAmNRKGEFIsvMckkI8l8H9ffkBu7B/s400/end_sunset_pooh_piglet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383186757653169010" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind.<br /><br />"Pooh!" he whispered.<br /><br />"Yes, Piglet?"<br /><br />"Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw. "I just wanted to be sure of you."Enchanted Sophiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456188986979717277noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363017055126334627.post-59572656349621057972009-09-05T01:32:00.000+05:302009-09-05T01:34:40.871+05:30Life .. Hmm.... Amm....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPQOuplAhTXB7BKmLcX4KYrypqWQjSneeo97RJCb_8rjw1rnvP8MM6qvdJ1fzLt33_7iT3p5mwMFETsiWQLkvpFlJ0v9rq-52dfhtaY2RKADYPr_PnOABG-LvUZkr6v38CwgPKLMRkASav/s1600-h/quotes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPQOuplAhTXB7BKmLcX4KYrypqWQjSneeo97RJCb_8rjw1rnvP8MM6qvdJ1fzLt33_7iT3p5mwMFETsiWQLkvpFlJ0v9rq-52dfhtaY2RKADYPr_PnOABG-LvUZkr6v38CwgPKLMRkASav/s400/quotes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377705362716754754" border="0" /></a>Enchanted Sophiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456188986979717277noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363017055126334627.post-43597721433465177892009-08-26T00:19:00.004+05:302009-08-26T00:49:19.377+05:30A Conversation - 2In conversation with my 2 and a half years old niece,<br /><br />Niece : What is the name of your mobile phone?<br /><br />I : It's Motorola.<br /><br />Niece : You know what is the name of my phone?<br /><br />I : No, what?<br /><br />Niece : Nanorola. Hehe!<br /><br />And I couldn't stop laughing!Enchanted Sophiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456188986979717277noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363017055126334627.post-7350972652841700042009-08-18T00:56:00.003+05:302009-08-18T01:04:58.402+05:30Don't judge life by one difficult season.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj63Eyw16GU64GXZBF1fjZoFBHpLjra7NGHSzRbVpSiTy6MSAevafg2b3FtNdc-25jdfDTp1IB_xqbWhL8IHRZLoP08DKbx1v-Ec0yox2HRL9caf1rnBIcaW5gU1DGJC1CqvObUsw2TfTkz/s1600-h/2ch15p5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj63Eyw16GU64GXZBF1fjZoFBHpLjra7NGHSzRbVpSiTy6MSAevafg2b3FtNdc-25jdfDTp1IB_xqbWhL8IHRZLoP08DKbx1v-Ec0yox2HRL9caf1rnBIcaW5gU1DGJC1CqvObUsw2TfTkz/s400/2ch15p5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371017985038678354" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcav2PVzAlAyP3iwryMf_MgiDvYMDzz6rWQntk1bfHDJJscDXnSDQ8ffyhdbZ39IIyt4xNTEhB1ew1zx-79-bSKZrxy2x91o-DCn85Pq8A_75Yr_A3dLhEQ7yv2c1z0WPMaj1K7nO4b86f/s1600-h/1247qyf.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcav2PVzAlAyP3iwryMf_MgiDvYMDzz6rWQntk1bfHDJJscDXnSDQ8ffyhdbZ39IIyt4xNTEhB1ew1zx-79-bSKZrxy2x91o-DCn85Pq8A_75Yr_A3dLhEQ7yv2c1z0WPMaj1K7nO4b86f/s400/1247qyf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371017977748988546" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDDOThU03CCb-0x1SUzrT-M5kM4_f6qtf-msLwToIDDlLEobQ1th6_qF4wyrPm1DZUCoMEWSu2vrJSgkG6QTpiNOBpzUPBcuNKwZHQefCh0C18zeeLhEvx1X8IWa05ttWNYoIqVH020lKN/s1600-h/qq98wz.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDDOThU03CCb-0x1SUzrT-M5kM4_f6qtf-msLwToIDDlLEobQ1th6_qF4wyrPm1DZUCoMEWSu2vrJSgkG6QTpiNOBpzUPBcuNKwZHQefCh0C18zeeLhEvx1X8IWa05ttWNYoIqVH020lKN/s400/qq98wz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371017966404639298" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyHZVpQ2QuzB8m4ZxPj7u9xd8zFGEIoMyXTpEqcqo7aQ4T6sdNVvn7wxTlXXLw7MKOUbjBUXBif0niffD25t4QTstEavfdx4FPEdU2QP3v1i6DlQlXEWPZ-zr-XF4BaOA-T1mLrdEO9EXL/s1600-h/10mivrt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyHZVpQ2QuzB8m4ZxPj7u9xd8zFGEIoMyXTpEqcqo7aQ4T6sdNVvn7wxTlXXLw7MKOUbjBUXBif0niffD25t4QTstEavfdx4FPEdU2QP3v1i6DlQlXEWPZ-zr-XF4BaOA-T1mLrdEO9EXL/s400/10mivrt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371017957592461570" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">You cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season,</span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;">and that the essence of who they are and the pleasure, joy, and love that come<br />from that life can only be measured at the end, when all the seasons are up.<br /><br />If you give up when it's winter, you will miss the promise of your spring,<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;">the beauty of your summer, and fulfillment of your fall.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Enchanted Sophiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456188986979717277noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363017055126334627.post-12454633702354067612009-07-26T23:35:00.009+05:302009-07-27T00:22:46.207+05:30<div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0NDWiJz-m7L0SABqVa75E0mrszt3hcHiX1WRkHign1K3wRYzpAfX1_aBaWhIc-z_uLCl1bwQyrIMq-_NBPwi_-wIkmFRRS_1BFM7vzhI4_RRdP9x7nSQ0W7y2mrNBSe4OyARgC5igZCFK/s1600-h/3194032813_936ec7f7e8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0NDWiJz-m7L0SABqVa75E0mrszt3hcHiX1WRkHign1K3wRYzpAfX1_aBaWhIc-z_uLCl1bwQyrIMq-_NBPwi_-wIkmFRRS_1BFM7vzhI4_RRdP9x7nSQ0W7y2mrNBSe4OyARgC5igZCFK/s400/3194032813_936ec7f7e8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362831632070229122" border="0" /></a>I find I always have to write something on a steamed mirror! Do you??<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR8S5Bz5su2a78ZDx91dIZYyJYVCuD4TvN_ywI7_iCjJa1wf9LOYbTnun01XLwzaMr7487tiuDRjxnUcvLL4EgGIGLJlhgtLy3iFfhssloLLqSVd545ObFMtbLorQW7PuKF2TBYVNuDH7h/s1600-h/IMG_2820.JPG"><br /></a></div>Enchanted Sophiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456188986979717277noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363017055126334627.post-64120723444861230442009-06-08T20:28:00.003+05:302009-06-08T20:37:56.970+05:30My 50th Post<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKOse4Hj4S34NdzM28iaZIRDGPFYkQ4N9mhAECA7L4yPP3HJw13nCAXP7DO5M9-iUjLDcyTv0qeZqujyytmROsS0vmkqr_1QgGW0WLfl2hGaDGHG1GrovTnEhhn_XRlPOzHmRTnNK-tMMU/s1600-h/0401032021171btw_067sepsub.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKOse4Hj4S34NdzM28iaZIRDGPFYkQ4N9mhAECA7L4yPP3HJw13nCAXP7DO5M9-iUjLDcyTv0qeZqujyytmROsS0vmkqr_1QgGW0WLfl2hGaDGHG1GrovTnEhhn_XRlPOzHmRTnNK-tMMU/s400/0401032021171btw_067sepsub.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344971924755066450" /></a><i><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Oh, the comfort - the inexpressible comfort of feeling </span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">safe</span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> with a person - having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.</span></span></i></span></div></i>Enchanted Sophiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456188986979717277noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363017055126334627.post-34875502572930897422009-06-01T20:10:00.002+05:302009-06-01T20:31:12.536+05:30The problem with the future is that it keeps turning into the present..!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifiBZArkjOFTZhqxmsIRFx8KoMgOyTx22IaHnAd8-CpTO6uMaUbvcGymT1P29wTwngYwAOqlug7hRaGWR5nKfhve7QzJ4-33nKRLuM-_aMMLe_LfEeaT-2HH-vIggU0Om0c6jAEoAw2oqk/s1600-h/book.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifiBZArkjOFTZhqxmsIRFx8KoMgOyTx22IaHnAd8-CpTO6uMaUbvcGymT1P29wTwngYwAOqlug7hRaGWR5nKfhve7QzJ4-33nKRLuM-_aMMLe_LfEeaT-2HH-vIggU0Om0c6jAEoAw2oqk/s400/book.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342372547243204210" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Everything you need for better future and success has already been written. And guess what? All you have to do is go to the library.</span>Enchanted Sophiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456188986979717277noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363017055126334627.post-15157539798695497892009-05-21T00:47:00.001+05:302009-05-21T00:51:20.715+05:30If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxPlAz2thQhyDkfgIyVyIkdLCyAt8pcxOT6I4IpA6ID9xdj0GRKTjhGXoscAdAKDxM9gUhQyXtDNlaC2U4adk67NQk1ykU0pNpAK0AvUmHtxmmdbIDTQ4hhzyZqItGIMrM3oJW2sAu72yk/s1600-h/beautiful-trans-alaska-pipeline_3238.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxPlAz2thQhyDkfgIyVyIkdLCyAt8pcxOT6I4IpA6ID9xdj0GRKTjhGXoscAdAKDxM9gUhQyXtDNlaC2U4adk67NQk1ykU0pNpAK0AvUmHtxmmdbIDTQ4hhzyZqItGIMrM3oJW2sAu72yk/s400/beautiful-trans-alaska-pipeline_3238.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337987642934185378" border="0" /></a>I see my path, but I don't know where it leads. Not knowing where I'm going is what inspires me to travel it.Enchanted Sophiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456188986979717277noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363017055126334627.post-45953658663622739602009-05-08T00:05:00.008+05:302009-05-11T18:35:36.052+05:30Vodafone Zoozoos<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8bB4IU6Vol_JoJrJ-sgW6X8F4Y3Lgz687pFERAbrImPA4eQUfU0xybhUsKmJbdAMSROj9cCHnKYxveItdn1DorAEy9o83bF5tRjII9mEjfThXA1j5oL8Ub5jPc824PqNIKEfqxURyL1Lf/s1600-h/fvw6fr.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8bB4IU6Vol_JoJrJ-sgW6X8F4Y3Lgz687pFERAbrImPA4eQUfU0xybhUsKmJbdAMSROj9cCHnKYxveItdn1DorAEy9o83bF5tRjII9mEjfThXA1j5oL8Ub5jPc824PqNIKEfqxURyL1Lf/s400/fvw6fr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333154059448084738" border="0" /></a>They look like the ETs in the comic books. And they speak an alien language. They are ZooZoos, the egg-headed creatures that have taken the Vodafone brand to new heights. Mostly the Zoozoos do terrible things to each other and laugh. Each piece ends with some trite tie-in back to Vodafone.<br /><br />It is not for nothing that Indian advertising is seen as coming into its own. And Vodafone advertising campaigns have been at the forefront of it all.<br /><br />First there was that dog in Hutch campaigns, which captured the imagination of millions. It survived a $19-billion buyout and reached such levels of popularity that it even led to kidnappings of that breed of dogs, called pugs.<br /><br />And now come those nutty and entirely endearing little men in white, called Zoozoos created by the agency O&M for Vodafone, one of the main broadcast sponsors of the Indian Premier League. They are wowing audiences, and ZooZoo merchandise, bags, keychains, T-shirts will be available soon.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioSJ9oEsOIF5kph-AJ9Zq3Ps_vhZG-IVGHy711dzmXycT0c9Sh9gLNvmVGZvK0lFQQKugtAkyXqbhWzKCto3AnclIaTpVoBatWKWGxXWb-HfDfu_4Ss_DEpLevNIjxbb-2mSZdjx1vBoTF/s1600-h/2009050150721301.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 140px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioSJ9oEsOIF5kph-AJ9Zq3Ps_vhZG-IVGHy711dzmXycT0c9Sh9gLNvmVGZvK0lFQQKugtAkyXqbhWzKCto3AnclIaTpVoBatWKWGxXWb-HfDfu_4Ss_DEpLevNIjxbb-2mSZdjx1vBoTF/s400/2009050150721301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333154059564594482" border="0" /></a>Wooing audience… the Vodafone way<br /></div><br />What a great creativity! Great is the human who has not lost his childlike heart. Without playing with fantasy no creative work has ever yet come to birth. The debt we owe to the play of imagination is incalculable.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">What kind of Zoozoo are you?</span> Find out and don't forget to let me know in comments.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX1GQt4eqBEbxG4cDsnNjT_tjZX6I0UIjWZUuBk95MxEiLqoiTMPeYXAIKtajxOruTVEgCQ2CC-n_XL4RSMg4DSxr_ZJiSvKrDUWfyiWia05LhPRU5ixWs_uE4nqDarXUFiwS_NjgfHOOR/s1600-h/zoozoo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX1GQt4eqBEbxG4cDsnNjT_tjZX6I0UIjWZUuBk95MxEiLqoiTMPeYXAIKtajxOruTVEgCQ2CC-n_XL4RSMg4DSxr_ZJiSvKrDUWfyiWia05LhPRU5ixWs_uE4nqDarXUFiwS_NjgfHOOR/s400/zoozoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333471160621870370" border="0" /></a><a href="http://vodafone.in/ipl09/zoozoo.aspx">Mein konsawala Zoozoo hoon?</a><br /></div><br />I am a daring Zoozoo - "You love travelling and taking things head on. Life is a journey and you take the road less travelled."<br /><br />Last year, Vodafone advertisement featuring the popular pug dog had invited the wrath of Animal Welfare Board. Hope the new series will not invite some alien anger!<br /><br />View all Vodafone zoozoo ads :<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/vodafoneipl">http://www.youtube.com/user/vodafoneipl</a><br /></div>Enchanted Sophiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456188986979717277noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363017055126334627.post-23740200467075797062009-05-03T00:34:00.004+05:302009-05-03T00:40:51.206+05:30Can I<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdA1DAil2yghmL8TLmitgVrPP9XyKaNB3xYojAck209L7RbTablNOXZ1eRBhQ0CiroEdQG6t5TnLTkgQx6MZpIeXgonPxyHztavgiCNLXgRFjLjDUq7ZzOziO5nYdSR0TCmefe4OZKg3fp/s1600-h/pp.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdA1DAil2yghmL8TLmitgVrPP9XyKaNB3xYojAck209L7RbTablNOXZ1eRBhQ0CiroEdQG6t5TnLTkgQx6MZpIeXgonPxyHztavgiCNLXgRFjLjDUq7ZzOziO5nYdSR0TCmefe4OZKg3fp/s400/pp.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331305148882267346" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Only as high as I reach can I grow,<br />only as far as I seek can I go,<br />only as deep as I look can I see,<br />only as much as I dream can I be.<br /></div>Enchanted Sophiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456188986979717277noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363017055126334627.post-20819333002257829422009-04-18T20:00:00.000+05:302009-04-18T21:11:48.787+05:30This is how we miss out something called "LIFE"<div style="text-align: justify;">A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were a loving couple and the boy was the gem of their eyes. When the boy was around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle open. He was late for office so he asked his wife to cap the bottle and keep it in the cupboard. His wife, preoccupied in the kitchen totally forgot the matter. The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to the bottle fascinated by its color and drank it all. It happened to be a poisonous medicine meant for adults in small dosages. When the child collapsed the mother hurried him to the hospital, where he died. The mother was stunned. She was terrified how to face her husband. When the distraught father came to the hospital and saw the dead child, he looked at his wife and uttered just five words.<br /><br />QUESTIONS :<br /><br />1. What were the five words ?<br /><br />2. What is the implication of this story?<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />..<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />ANSWER :<br /><br />The husband just said "I am with you Darling"<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">The husband's totally unexpected reaction is a proactive behavior. The child is dead. He can never be brought back to life. There is no point in finding fault with the mother. Besides, if only he had taken time to keep the bottle away, this would not have happened.. No one is to be blamed. She had also lost her only child. What she needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy from the husband. That is what he gave her.<br /></div><br />If everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there would be much fewer problems in the world. "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step". Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness, and fears. And you will find things are actually not as difficult as you think.<br /><br />MORAL OF THE STORY:<br /><br />Sometimes we spend time in asking who is responsible or whom to blame, whether in a relationship, in a job or with the people we know.<br /><br />If you blame others for your failures, do you credit them with your success?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj69JZ6QvRmXjpjS4j7T1v-TlMZzlkoTaYsvdIigwIcNaks8Yph3LX1BE4cN5B9yM5p6aSSyiDEo4Czgn_xgOLDNzek_P7dHUQt3pjAnmQc7HevOEyR7g5fXgMGtR-ZnYFJIb1gem2IlN7r/s1600-h/rron94l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj69JZ6QvRmXjpjS4j7T1v-TlMZzlkoTaYsvdIigwIcNaks8Yph3LX1BE4cN5B9yM5p6aSSyiDEo4Czgn_xgOLDNzek_P7dHUQt3pjAnmQc7HevOEyR7g5fXgMGtR-ZnYFJIb1gem2IlN7r/s400/rron94l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326055837018276834" border="0" /></a>All blame is a waste of time. No matter how much fault you find with another, and regardless of how much you blame him, it will not change you. The only thing blame does is to keep the focus off you when you are looking for external reasons to explain your unhappiness or frustration. You may succeed in making another feel guilty about something by blaming him, but you won't succeed in changing whatever it is about you that is making you unhappy.<br /><br />People spend too much time finding other people to blame, too much energy finding excuses for not being what they are capable of being, and not enough energy putting themselves on the line, growing out of the past, and getting on with their lives.<br /><br />The best years of your life are the ones in which you decide your problems are your own. You do not blame them on your mother, the ecology, or the president. You realize that you control your own destiny. No apologies or excuses. No one to lean on, rely on, or blame. The gift is yours - it is an amazing journey - and you alone are responsible for the quality of it. This is the day your life really begins.<br /><br />Take your life in your own hands, and what happens? A terrible thing: no one to blame.<br /></div>Enchanted Sophiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16456188986979717277noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363017055126334627.post-47353339820759290422009-04-05T18:36:00.002+05:302009-04-09T13:25:17.696+05:30My Snapshot 3<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP3YVoEJTUGGAP_1Fe3hBBbwqtOoOovaX9WgjLAwTXA5yk4-tYwoFoM3Zyq2H5CJqZvm9Q8DtykPrVtJOc0YdcyKBJYMegX5sCBXDuWXJKCvWcRtpumoOl6D9u-g312zvb55r4z9Do7xx1/s1600-h/2394478010044617040BwOLRc_ph.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP3YVoEJTUGGAP_1Fe3hBBbwqtOoOovaX9WgjLAwTXA5yk4-tYwoFoM3Zyq2H5CJqZvm9Q8DtykPrVtJOc0YdcyKBJYMegX5sCBXDuWXJKCvWcRtpumoOl6D9u-g312zvb55r4z9Do7xx1/s400/2394478010044617040BwOLRc_ph.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320908757447201106" border="0" /></a>
<br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:applybreakingrules/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:usefelayout/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:SimSun; panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1; mso-font-alt:宋体; mso-font-charset:134; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 135135232 16 0 262145 0;} @font-face {font-family:"\@SimSun"; panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1; mso-font-charset:134; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 135135232 16 0 262145 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]-->100 truths - Tagged by Jinxed Pixie
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<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">LAST TIMES…</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">1. Last beverage: Sparkling water</p> <p class="MsoNormal">2. Last phone call: My Niece </p> <p class="MsoNormal">3. Last text message: HSBC</p> <p class="MsoNormal">4. Last song you listened to: Erase and Rewind by Cardigans</p> <p class="MsoNormal">5. Last time you cried: Fortnight ago</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">HAVE YOU EVER...</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">6. Dated someone twice: Nop</p> <p class="MsoNormal">7. Been cheated on? Nop</p> <p class="MsoNormal">8. Kissed someone & regretted it? Nop</p> <p class="MsoNormal">9. Lost someone special? No</p> <p class="MsoNormal">10. Been depressed? Yup</p> <p class="MsoNormal">11. Been drunk and threw up? Never been drunk</p><p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS:</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">12. White
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">13. Blue
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">14. Black
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<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">FIRSTS :</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">15. Made new friends: Yup</p> <p class="MsoNormal">16. Fallen out of love: Nop</p> <p class="MsoNormal">17. Laughed until you cried: O ye many times, one of the best ones was last year’s <a style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);" href="http://vjtia007.blogspot.com/2008/10/pillow-fight-is-common-game-mostly.html">पिल्लो फिघ्त</a>
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">18. Met someone who changed you: The people and circumstances around me do not make me what I am, they reveal who I am.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">19. Found out who your true friends were: Yup</p> <p class="MsoNormal">20. Found out someone was talking about you: Yup</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">HAVE YOU:</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list: Nop</p> <p class="MsoNormal">22. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life: Few</p> <p class="MsoNormal">23. How many kids do you want to have: Don’t know.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">24. Do you have any pets: No, I don’t like pets.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">25. Do you want to change your name: Nah</p> <p class="MsoNormal">26. What did you do for your last birthday: Nothing special</p> <p class="MsoNormal">27. What time did you wake up today: <st1:time minute="0" hour="7">7:00 am</st1:time></p> <p class="MsoNormal">28. What were you doing at <st1:time minute="0" hour="0">midnight</st1:time> last night: Being bhoot bhatakne gayi thi</p> <p class="MsoNormal">29. Name something you CANNOT wait for: Something to end these days</p> <p class="MsoNormal">30. Last time you saw your father: 3 hours ago</p> <p class="MsoNormal">31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: Element of Excitement</p> <p class="MsoNormal">32. Most visited web page: hotmail, google, miniclip and my blogs</p> <p class="MsoNormal">33. Name: Sophie, Tia, Cheeky monkey, <a href="http://vjtia007.blogspot.com/2008/09/conversation.html"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">TROUBLE</span></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal">34. Nicknames: VJ</p> <p class="MsoNormal">35. Zodiac sign: Libra</p> <p class="MsoNormal">36. Male or female or transgender: Female</p> <p class="MsoNormal">37. Elementary: Kendriya vidyalaya<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><st1:place><st1:placename>38.</st1:placename> <st1:placetype>School</st1:placetype></st1:place>: ONMV, BKV</p> <p class="MsoNormal">39. Colleges: KHM</p> <p class="MsoNormal">40. Hair color: Some Light brown, some black, none grey.. yet!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">41. Long or short: Shortest possible</p> <p class="MsoNormal">42. Height: 5” 3’</p> <p class="MsoNormal">43. Do you have a crush on someone?<span style=""> </span>Feels like</p> <p class="MsoNormal">44. Ever been in love? Many times with many things</p> <p class="MsoNormal">45. Piercing? Pierced ears</p> <p class="MsoNormal">46. Tattoos? No</p> <p class="MsoNormal">47. Righty or lefty: Righty</p> <p class="MsoNormal">48. First surgery: May be at 50</p> <p class="MsoNormal">49. First piercing: Some where between 9-12</p> <p class="MsoNormal">50. First best friend: Krishana</p> <p class="MsoNormal">51. First sport you loved: Cricket</p> <p class="MsoNormal">52. First pet : None</p> <p class="MsoNormal">53. First vacation: Haridwar, when I was 8 months old (Yais, paap dhone well in advance ;) )</p> <p class="MsoNormal">54. First concert: Never been to any</p> <p class="MsoNormal">55. First crush: Tom Cruise</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">RIGHT NOW:</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">56. Eating: Nothing</p> <p class="MsoNormal">57. Drinking: Bhubha</p> <p class="MsoNormal">58. I'm about to: Play pool</p> <p class="MsoNormal">59. Listening to: My bro</p> <p class="MsoNormal">60. Waiting for: <st1:place>Holiday</st1:place></p><p class="MsoNormal"><st1:place>
<br /></st1:place></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">YOUR FUTURE:</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">61. Want kids? Ya</p> <p class="MsoNormal">62. Want to get married? Yup</p> <p class="MsoNormal">63. Careers in mind? Monk</p><p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">64. Lips or eyes: Eyes</p> <p class="MsoNormal">65. Hugs or kisses: Hugs</p> <p class="MsoNormal">66. Shorter or taller: Taller</p> <p class="MsoNormal">67. Older or Younger: Older </p> <p class="MsoNormal">68. Romantic or spontaneous: Both</p> <p class="MsoNormal">69. Nice stomach or nice arms: Nice Arms</p> <p class="MsoNormal">70. Sensitive or loud: Both</p> <p class="MsoNormal">71. Hook-up or relationship: Relationship</p> <p class="MsoNormal">72. Trouble maker or hesitant: Both</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">HAVE YOU EVER:</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">73. Kissed a stranger: Never</p> <p class="MsoNormal">74. Lost glasses/contacts: Nop</p> <p class="MsoNormal">76. Broken someone's heart: Yup </p> <p class="MsoNormal">77. Had your own heart broken: No</p> <p class="MsoNormal">78. Been arrested: I asked for but that cute policeman said I am not qualified.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">79. Turned someone down: Yes</p> <p class="MsoNormal">80. Cried when someone died: No</p> <p class="MsoNormal">81. Liked a friend that is a girl? Yup</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">DO YOU BELIEVE IN:</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">81. Yourself: Yais, though I doubt sometimes.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">82. Miracles: Pretty much, And yes they happen to those who believe in them.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">83. God: Always</p> <p class="MsoNormal">84. Love at first sight: Still not</p> <p class="MsoNormal">85. Heaven: Definitely</p> <p class="MsoNormal">86. Santa Claus: Ya but I am worried now after reading this “The Bermuda Triangle got tired of warm weather. It moved to <st1:state><st1:place>Alaska</st1:place></st1:state>. Now Santa Claus is missing.”<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">87. Kiss on the first date? Nah</p> <p class="MsoNormal">88. Angels: Yes, I feel that there is an angel inside me whom I am constantly shocking.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">89. Devils: Yes but I never say, “The devil made me do it.” Never ;)</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">90. Is there one person you want to be with right now? Ya</p> <p class="MsoNormal">91. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? Naa</p> <p class="MsoNormal">92. Wanted to kill someone ever? Ye few people</p> <p class="MsoNormal">93. Among you blog mates, whom would you like to kiss? None</p> <p class="MsoNormal">94. Committed a blunder and regretted later? No
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">95. Wanted to steal you friend's boyfriend / girlfriend? Nop</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">Associate with something you wear:</span></p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">96. White: My Soul</p> <p class="MsoNormal">97. Black: My Fila shoes</p> <p class="MsoNormal">98. Red: My Gap hoodie</p> <p class="MsoNormal">99. Pink: One of my saris</p> <p class="MsoNormal">100. Posting this as 100 Truths? Yais, hopefully. ;)
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