<?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-15095437</id><updated>2012-02-12T07:39:44.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thumbprint</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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>296</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15095437.post-4453587046523071291</id><published>2012-01-29T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T01:47:53.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fZeA0PbjcdI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Promise - Michael Nyman &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching the name for this tune for years ever since i heard it from the Piano room in the esplanade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe i managed to find it today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-4453587046523071291?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/4453587046523071291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=4453587046523071291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/4453587046523071291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/4453587046523071291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2012/01/promise-michael-nyman-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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://img.youtube.com/vi/fZeA0PbjcdI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15095437.post-5143403553461863518</id><published>2012-01-29T01:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T01:40:54.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uIbXvaE39wM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-5143403553461863518?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/5143403553461863518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=5143403553461863518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/5143403553461863518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/5143403553461863518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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://img.youtube.com/vi/uIbXvaE39wM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15095437.post-8363832527202729545</id><published>2011-11-13T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T18:53:00.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>They say writing out your emotions is a form of therapy. Maybe so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have not been inspired for a long time. You're back in my life and yet i feel no joy no happiness. Why is that so ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that i truly desire from you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For so long i always thought you were everthing i always wanted but guess i'm slowing waking up from this delusion. A lesson learnt and its hard to look back and to think of all those wasted moments where i could have done something more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i stay foolishly faithful to you. Just waiting on you to give the words to set me free. Waiting for you to smile for me again but all i'm remembering now are are your sad and confused eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me hanging around anymore. Just set me free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-8363832527202729545?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/8363832527202729545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=8363832527202729545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/8363832527202729545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/8363832527202729545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2011/11/they-say-writing-out-your-emotions-is.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-2529362683937692750</id><published>2011-06-12T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T13:57:00.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FELICITY: (voice shaking a little) I'm just afraid to go to sleep. I mean I don't know what's gonna happen when I wake up. I could still be here, and then Noel would still be dead. (she takes a deep breath, her voice steadies a little) Or I could wake up in the future and you won't be next to me.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: If that happens, will you forgive me?&lt;br /&gt;FELICITY: (near tears) I'll try but what if I don't remember this?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Alright, listen to me. I want you to remember this moment. I don't know what's gonna happen in the future, but I am sorry for what I did. It was stupid, and immature, and it was unforgivable. But you have to find a way to forgive me. I don't know how... but you have to. &lt;i&gt;Because I don't wanna live my life without you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Felicity - Episode Finale from Season 4 "Back to the future"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uHooH4464dQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Mclachlan - I Will Remember You&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-2529362683937692750?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/2529362683937692750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=2529362683937692750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/2529362683937692750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/2529362683937692750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2011/06/felicity-voice-shaking-little-im-just.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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://img.youtube.com/vi/uHooH4464dQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15095437.post-2576344284023695329</id><published>2011-05-02T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T00:36:00.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/F09SybLB4-c" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicity :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-2576344284023695329?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/2576344284023695329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=2576344284023695329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/2576344284023695329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/2576344284023695329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2011/05/felicity.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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://img.youtube.com/vi/F09SybLB4-c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15095437.post-804062980181073353</id><published>2011-05-01T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T22:08:06.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-saXPzcWVUGI/TbzqM7Ze30I/AAAAAAAAARI/l2suKm1qUDg/s1600/tumblr_kz38re3oE61qb0m12o1_500.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601609544365956930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-saXPzcWVUGI/TbzqM7Ze30I/AAAAAAAAARI/l2suKm1qUDg/s320/tumblr_kz38re3oE61qb0m12o1_500.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Do you wanna walk?&lt;br /&gt;FELICITY: No.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Oh.&lt;br /&gt;FELICITY: The truth is, I can’t be with you like this. I mean, I know I said that I could, but I can’t. I can’t just compromise myself like that. I mean, I’m an emotional person. I feel things, and I need to be able to get upset and talk about how I’m feeling. I mean, that’s just, that’s who I am, and I can’t change it. I don’t want to. And the thing is, you knew that. You knew it, and you still pursued me. Because you want something with me. You just aren’t strong enough to have it. Which… in a way, makes you a coward. And the saddest part is that one day, you’re gonna wake up and you’re gonna realize what you missed and it’ gonna be too late.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: I don’t know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;FELICITY: I know, it’s okay. [gives him a kiss on the cheek &amp;amp; walks away]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-804062980181073353?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/804062980181073353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=804062980181073353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/804062980181073353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/804062980181073353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2011/04/ben-do-you-wanna-walk-felicity-no.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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/-saXPzcWVUGI/TbzqM7Ze30I/AAAAAAAAARI/l2suKm1qUDg/s72-c/tumblr_kz38re3oE61qb0m12o1_500.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15095437.post-2782551740699022848</id><published>2011-04-30T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T21:28:57.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TDch761krEw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt of you last night... in my dream we were sitting in the car when this song came up and put a smile on my face :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-2782551740699022848?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/2782551740699022848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=2782551740699022848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/2782551740699022848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/2782551740699022848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-dreamt-of-you-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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://img.youtube.com/vi/TDch761krEw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15095437.post-8514112328003509220</id><published>2011-04-23T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T07:13:21.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/C2FXWPflmgg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Dybdahl - If we want it - it's right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most soothing voices i've heard in a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come&lt;br /&gt;let`s slip away from this damn masqerade&lt;br /&gt;just take my hand and let me lead the way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;næss- “hvorledes kan min, hva vi kaller for livskvalitet,&lt;br /&gt;beholdes eller bli høyere?&lt;br /&gt;og livskvalitet går overhodet ikke på hva man har,&lt;br /&gt;men hvordan man føler man er og hvorledes det er;&lt;br /&gt;hva er det som gleder oss?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;let`s settle in and do what lovers do&lt;br /&gt;a wave of peacefullness that shoots right through&lt;br /&gt;if we want it, it`s right&lt;br /&gt;if we want it, it`s right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems&lt;br /&gt;every now and then a dream comes true&lt;br /&gt;the skies turns everything from black to blue &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now&lt;br /&gt;maybe everything we do is wrong&lt;br /&gt;a simple story turns into a song&lt;br /&gt;if we want it, it`s right&lt;br /&gt;if we want it, it`s right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a translation what Arne Næss reads in the beginning of the song: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How, can what one call lifequality, be kept high or become higher? Because lifequality, has nothing to do with what one have, but how one﻿ feel he/she is, and how one feel about this. What brings us joy ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-8514112328003509220?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/8514112328003509220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=8514112328003509220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/8514112328003509220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/8514112328003509220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2011/04/thomas-dybdahl-if-we-want-it-its-right.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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://img.youtube.com/vi/C2FXWPflmgg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15095437.post-7119256221300543968</id><published>2011-04-17T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T21:58:54.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7d-MYUBJFhk/TbzoV9vAFVI/AAAAAAAAARA/60hrJulQ7zc/s1600/Wat%252520Arun%252520Bangkok%252520Thailand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7d-MYUBJFhk/TbzoV9vAFVI/AAAAAAAAARA/60hrJulQ7zc/s320/Wat%252520Arun%252520Bangkok%252520Thailand.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601607500588651858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thailand: Bangkok &amp; Huahin - 13th April - 17th April &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you had to leave in order to really miss a place; maybe you had to travel to figure out how beloved your starting point was.&lt;br /&gt;— Jodi Picoult&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-7119256221300543968?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/7119256221300543968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=7119256221300543968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/7119256221300543968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/7119256221300543968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2011/04/thailand-bangkok-huahin-13th-april-17th.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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/-7d-MYUBJFhk/TbzoV9vAFVI/AAAAAAAAARA/60hrJulQ7zc/s72-c/Wat%252520Arun%252520Bangkok%252520Thailand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15095437.post-9184082081355065936</id><published>2011-04-08T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T19:34:43.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happiness doesn't last forever...&lt;br /&gt;so savour every moment...&lt;br /&gt;don’t let your fears get a grip of you ...&lt;br /&gt;or you’ll just end up with a self fulfilling prophecy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-9184082081355065936?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/9184082081355065936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=9184082081355065936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/9184082081355065936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/9184082081355065936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2011/04/happiness-doesnt-last-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-3506485825860611044</id><published>2011-03-20T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T01:26:19.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Glory</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sKzfmwzMOPg" frameborder="0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natasha Bedingfield - Strip Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely love the song and the film ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-3506485825860611044?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/3506485825860611044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=3506485825860611044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/3506485825860611044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/3506485825860611044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2011/03/natasha-bedingfield-strip-me-absolutely.html' title='Morning Glory'/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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://img.youtube.com/vi/sKzfmwzMOPg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15095437.post-1415507698792776502</id><published>2011-03-17T23:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T00:44:21.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have decided to let you go ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" To let go of someone doesn’t mean you have to stop loving, it only means that you allow that person to find their own happiness without expecting them to come back. Letting go is not just setting the other person free, but is also setting yourself free from all the bitterness, hatred, and anger that you keep in your heart. Do not let the bitterness take away your strength and weaken your faith, and never allow pain to dishearten you; but rather let yourself grow with wisdom in bearing it. " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-1415507698792776502?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/1415507698792776502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=1415507698792776502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/1415507698792776502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/1415507698792776502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2011/03/revelation.html' title='Revelation'/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-7086857215531557226</id><published>2011-03-11T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T01:14:40.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>after the quake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;" I want to write stories that are different from the ones I've written so far, Junpei thought: I want to write about people who dream and wait for the night to end, who long for the light so they can hold the ones they love. but right now i have to stay here and keep watch over this woman and this girl. I will never let anyone - not anyone - try to put them into that crazy box - not even if the sky should fall or the earth crack open with a roar "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;-after the quake (Honey Pie) - Haruki Murakami&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hours after I've finished reading the book ... another devastating earthquake hit Japan ... I was reading the news in the papers and below is an excerpt from a news article that touched me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the doors burst open, and the water rushed in. It was quickly at waist level. Mr Saga saw one elder woman, without the strength or will to stand, sitting in water that rose to her nose. He said he rushed behind her, grabbed her under the arms and hoisted her up the stairs. Another person on the stairs grabbed her and lifted her up to another person . The men formed a human chain, lifting the older residents and some children to the top. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I saw the ugly side of people, and then I saw the good side" he said. "Some people only thought of themselves. Others stopped to help."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mr Yuta Saga a resident of Yuriage &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-7086857215531557226?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/7086857215531557226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=7086857215531557226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/7086857215531557226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/7086857215531557226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-want-to-write-stories-that-are.html' title='after the quake'/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-7749533996961212625</id><published>2011-03-07T06:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T19:30:33.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do You Know?</title><content type='html'>Psychiatrist: Happiness in life is about... finding out what you want and learning how to ask for help to get what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- How Do You Know Movie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-7749533996961212625?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/7749533996961212625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=7749533996961212625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/7749533996961212625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/7749533996961212625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-do-you-know.html' title='How Do You Know?'/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-7639427348120801187</id><published>2011-03-06T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T14:05:00.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I dreamt of you once again last night. It's been a long time since i last saw you in my dreams. We talked and i was happy that you were by my side once more.  But the details of the dream remains fuzzy. All i remembered was walking hand in hand with you and seeing your smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That was enough... that was enough for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-7639427348120801187?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/7639427348120801187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=7639427348120801187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/7639427348120801187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/7639427348120801187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-dreamt-of-you-once-again-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-8965970581035552536</id><published>2011-03-05T20:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T19:32:50.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Happiness &amp; Anger</title><content type='html'>Can I ask you something ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," he said. What makes a man happy ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ..." He rolled his eyes around the hospital room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;"This may not be the best setting for that question." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Yeah you are right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;"On the other hand ..." He took a deep breath."On the other hand, here in this building, we must face the real issues. Some people will get better. Some will not. So it may be a good place to define what that word means."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Happiness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;"That's right. The things society tells us we must have to be happy - a new this or that, a bigger ouse, a better job. I know the falsity of it. I have counseled many people who have all these things, and i can tell you they are not happy because of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;"The number of marriages that have disintegrated when they had all the stuff in the world. The families who fought and argued all the time, when they had money and health. Having more does not keep you from wanting more. And if you alwayd want more - to be richer , more beautiful, more well known you are missing the bigger picture, and I can tell you from experience, happiness will never come."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;You're not going to tell me to stop and smell the roses are you ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;He chuckled."Roses would smell better than this place."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Suddenly, out in the hall, I heard an infant scream, following by a quick "shhh!" presumably by it's mother. The Reb heard it, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;"Now, that child,"He said,"reminds me something our sages had taught. When a baby comes into the world, its hands are clenched right? Like this?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;He made a fist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;"Why?" Because a baby, not knowing any better, wants to grab everything, to say, "The whole world is mine."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;"Bu when an old person dies, how does he do so ?With his hands open. Why? Because he has learned the lesson."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;What lesson? I asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;He stretched open his empty fingers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;"We can take nothing with us".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;For a moment we both stared at his hand. It was trembling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;"Ach, you see this?" He said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;"I can't make it stop." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;He dropped the hand to his chest. I heard a cart being wheeled down the hall. He sopke so wisely, with such passion, that for a moment I'd forgotten where we were. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;"Anyhow," he said, his voice trailing off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;I hated seeing him in that bed. I wanted him home, with the messy desk and the mismatched clothes. I forced a smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;So have we solved the secret of happiness ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;"I believe so," he said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Are you going to tell me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;"Yes, ready?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;"Be satisfied."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;That's it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;"Be grateful."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;That's it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;"For what you have. For the love you receive. And for what God has given you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;That's it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;He looked me in the eye. Then he sighed deeply.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;"That's it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;And now the Reb was urging me not to wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;"Mitch, it does no good to be angry or carry grudges."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;He made a fist."It churns you up inside. It does you more harm that the object of your anger."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;So let it go? I asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;"Or don't let it get started in the first place," he said. " You know what I found out over the years ? When I had a disagreement with someone, and they came to talk to me, I alays began by saying, 'I've thought about it. And in some ways maybe you're right.'Now I didn't always believe that. But it made things easier. Right from the start they relaxed. A negotiation could take place. I took a volatile situation and, what's the word...?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Defused it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;"Defused it. We need to do that. Especially with family. You know, in our tradition , we ask forgiveness from everyone - even casual acquaintances. But with those we are closest with - wives, children, parents - we often let things liner. Don't wait, Mitch., It's such a waste."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;He told me a story. A man buried his wife. at the gravesite he stood by the Reb, tears falling down his face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;"I loved her," he whispered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;The Reb nodded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;"I mean... I really loved her."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;The man broke down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;"And... I almost told her once. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;The Reb looked at me sadly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;"Nothing haunts like the things we don't say."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;- Have A Little Faith Mitch Albom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-8965970581035552536?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/8965970581035552536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=8965970581035552536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/8965970581035552536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/8965970581035552536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2011/03/have-little-faith.html' title='On Happiness &amp; Anger'/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-8260547521733593669</id><published>2011-02-04T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T00:01:43.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;" Phileas Fogg had won his wager, and had made his journey around the world in eighty days. To do this he had employed every means of conveyance — steamers, railways, carriages, yachts, trading-vessels, sledges, elephants. The eccentric gentleman had throughout displayed all his marvellous qualities of coolness and exactitude. But what then? What had he really gained by all this trouble? What had he brought back from this long and weary journey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, say you? Perhaps so; nothing but a charming woman, who, strange as it may appear, made him the happiest of men!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly, would you not for less than that make the tour around the world? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ch. XXXVII: In Which It Is Shown that Phileas Fogg Gained Nothing by His Tour Around the World, Unless It Were Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jules Verne, Around The World In Eighty Days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-8260547521733593669?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/8260547521733593669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=8260547521733593669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/8260547521733593669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/8260547521733593669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2011/02/phileas-fogg-had-won-his-wager-and-had.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-172533916534157896</id><published>2011-01-30T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T08:03:40.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear.&lt;br /&gt;525,600 minutes - how do you measure, measure a year?&lt;br /&gt;In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.&lt;br /&gt;In 525,600 minutes - how do you measure a year in the life?&lt;br /&gt;How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love.&lt;br /&gt;Seasons of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rent - Seasons of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-172533916534157896?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/172533916534157896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=172533916534157896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/172533916534157896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/172533916534157896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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as they like about their religion, but if it does not teach them to be good and kind to man and beast, it is all a sham...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Black Beauty, Anna Sewell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-3535063465210501367?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/3535063465210501367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=3535063465210501367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/3535063465210501367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/3535063465210501367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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://img.youtube.com/vi/8JCLP647Flg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15095437.post-5801036968616289280</id><published>2011-01-23T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T21:32:00.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dreams are images that the mind conjures up, giving what the eyes want to see, the ears want to hear and what the heart wants to feel when in reality everything that the soul yearns for is out of reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-5801036968616289280?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/5801036968616289280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=5801036968616289280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/5801036968616289280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/5801036968616289280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2011/01/dreams-are-images-that-mind-conjures-up.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-1967840914594121310</id><published>2011-01-19T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T00:59:00.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YPJa9HBWZqc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YPJa9HBWZqc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" 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height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PIY1aSQB2Ww/TTVeHATHQBI/AAAAAAAAAQo/UeE2zvPUh2s/s1600/goodgood1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563456389118378002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PIY1aSQB2Ww/TTVeHATHQBI/AAAAAAAAAQo/UeE2zvPUh2s/s320/goodgood1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563456568745761810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIY1aSQB2Ww/TTVeRddnnBI/AAAAAAAAAQw/7QtEqtmDAIc/s320/goodgood2.bmp" /&gt; Haroumi Hosono - グッド グッド good good（小泉今日子・細野晴臣）の歌詞: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Naomi: I've been meaning to ask you.. what does Gu Gu means ?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Gou-Gou Datte Neko De Aru (Gu Gu The Cat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy that i made the decision to skip work today&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast with the family ...&lt;br /&gt;An enjoyable DVD ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pizza takeaways ...&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought tuesdays could be this enjoyable =) ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-9179394580939242849?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/9179394580939242849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=9179394580939242849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15095437.post-8063717983628905239</id><published>2011-01-15T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T03:25:52.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LKeR9JCPgTE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LKeR9JCPgTE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;詞 /阿信(五月天) 陳沒&lt;br /&gt;曲/鴉片丹&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;歌詞：某個城 某條街 某一條小巷&lt;br /&gt;mǒuɡè chénɡ mǒu tiáo jiē mǒu yì tiáoxiǎoxiànɡ&lt;br /&gt;某一個晚上 某閣樓 微微燈光&lt;br /&gt;mǒu yíɡè wǎnshànɡ mǒu ɡélóu wēiwēi dēnɡɡuānɡ&lt;br /&gt;某個人 默默關上 某心房 某扇窗&lt;br /&gt;mǒuɡè rén mòmò ɡuān shànɡ mǒu xīnfánɡ mǒu shàn chuānɡ&lt;br /&gt;跟沒有人 說晚安&lt;br /&gt;ɡēn méiyǒu rén shuō wǎn ān&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;夜 從前從來沒這麼長&lt;br /&gt;yè cónɡqián cónɡlái méi zhème chánɡ&lt;br /&gt;床 荒涼的就像沒有邊疆&lt;br /&gt;chuánɡ huānɡliánɡ de jiù xiànɡ méiyǒu biānjiānɡ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;失眠 是枕頭之上無盡的流浪&lt;br /&gt;shīmián shì zhěntou zhīshànɡ wújìn de liúlànɡ&lt;br /&gt;天 永遠不亮&lt;br /&gt;tiān yónɡyuǎn bú liànɡ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不想念 不想念 他模樣&lt;br /&gt;wǒ bù xiǎnɡniàn bù xiǎnɡniàn tā múyànɡ&lt;br /&gt;我不想念 他肩膀 輕擁著我肩膀&lt;br /&gt;wǒ bù xiǎnɡniàn tā jiānbǎnɡ qīnɡ yōnɡ zhù wǒ jiānbǎnɡ&lt;br /&gt;我不想念 他吻著我臉龐&lt;br /&gt;wǒ bù xiǎnɡniàn tā wěn zhù wǒ liǎnpánɡ&lt;br /&gt;把永遠說成一顆糖&lt;br /&gt;bǎ yónɡyuǎn shuō chénɡ yì kē tánɡ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;某空港 某車站 某個下一站&lt;br /&gt;mǒu kōnɡɡǎnɡ mǒu chēzhàn mǒuɡè xià yí zhàn&lt;br /&gt;某一扇車窗 某風景 喚醒惆悵&lt;br /&gt;mǒu yí shàn chēchuānɡ mǒu fēnɡjǐnɡ huànxǐnɡ chóuchànɡ&lt;br /&gt;某南方 搖搖晃晃 某海洋 某艘船&lt;br /&gt;mǒu nánfānɡ yáoyáohuànɡhuànɡ mǒu hǎiyánɡ mǒu sōu chuán&lt;br /&gt;誰沒妄想 有天堂&lt;br /&gt;shuí méi wànɡxiǎnɡ yǒu tiāntánɡ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;當 人活成了一棵仙人掌&lt;br /&gt;dānɡ rén huó chénɡle yìkē xiānrénzhǎnɡ&lt;br /&gt;掌 心的淚卻還是滾燙&lt;br /&gt;zhǎnɡ xīn de lèi què háishì ɡǔntànɡ&lt;br /&gt;每當 撫摸那些天真致命傷&lt;br /&gt;měidānɡ fǔmō nàxiē tiānzhēn zhìmìnɡ shānɡ&lt;br /&gt;恨 不能健忘&lt;br /&gt;hèn bùnénɡ jiànwànɡ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不想念 不想念 那時光&lt;br /&gt;wǒ bù xiǎnɡniàn bù xiǎnɡniàn nà shíɡuānɡ&lt;br /&gt;那些快樂 和悲傷 卻總在我身旁&lt;br /&gt;nàxiē kuàilè hé bēishānɡ què zǒnɡ zài wǒ shēnpánɡ&lt;br /&gt;我只愿長夜將盡天快亮&lt;br /&gt;wǒ zhǐ yuàn chánɡyè jiānɡ jìn tiān kuài liànɡ&lt;br /&gt;讓想念的歌不再唱&lt;br /&gt;rànɡ xiǎnɡniàn de ɡē búzài chànɡ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我只愿長夜將盡天快亮&lt;br /&gt;wǒ zhǐ yuàn chánɡyè jiānɡ jìn tiān kuài liànɡ&lt;br /&gt;讓想念的歌不再唱&lt;br /&gt;rànɡ xiǎnɡniàn de ɡē búzài chànɡ&lt;br /&gt;讓想念的歌不再傷&lt;br /&gt;rànɡ xiǎnɡniàn de ɡē búzài shànɡ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rene Liu - Wo bu xiang nian 劉若英 - 我不想念 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-8063717983628905239?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/8063717983628905239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=8063717983628905239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/8063717983628905239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/8063717983628905239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2011/01/moue-chen-mou-tiao-jie-mou-yi.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-8126681221120243042</id><published>2011-01-08T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T07:14:52.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jay Rubin: He's able to just take philosophical meditation on the meaning of life and on the memory and time and absolutely play games with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan Yentob: He's an existentialist one way or another isn't it ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay Rubin: Absolutely absolutely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message is a real simple one... that life is what you make of it. There is nothing exterior, there's nothing outside the brain it's all inside. It's all of reality is in your synapses ... the best thing you can do is to keep learning about the world... and whatever meaning it has is meaning that you've assigned to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BBC's Imagine - A Wild Sheep Chase on Haruki Murakami by Alan Yentob. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To date i have completed 3 books by Haruki Murakami. I started off with Kafka on the Shore followed by Norwegian Wood and Hardboiled Wonderland &amp;amp; The End of the world. There's something about Haruki Murakami works that have inspired a change in the way i view things about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ich glaube, man sollte überhaupt nur solche Bücher lesen, die einen beißen und stechen. Wenn das Buch, das wir lesen, uns nicht mit einem Faustschlag auf den Schädel weckt, wozu lesen wir dann das Buch? Damit es uns glücklich macht, wie Du schreibst? Mein Gott, glücklich wären wir eben auch, wenn wir keine Bücher hätten, und solche Bücher, die uns glücklich machen, könnten wir zur Not selber schreiben. Wir brauchen aber die Bücher, die auf uns wirken wie ein Unglück, das uns sehr schmerzt, wie der Tod eines, den wir lieber hatten als uns, wie wenn wir in Wälder verstoßen würden, von allen Menschen weg, wie ein Selbstmord, ein Buch muß die Axt sein für das gefrorene Meer in uns. Das glaube ich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us. If the book we are reading doesn't wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for? ...we need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. &lt;strong&gt;A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us&lt;/strong&gt;. I believe that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Quote by the author Franz Kafka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-8126681221120243042?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/8126681221120243042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=8126681221120243042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/8126681221120243042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/8126681221120243042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2011/01/jay-rubin-hes-able-to-just-take.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-955186447205127019</id><published>2010-12-28T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T23:00:00.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some say love, it is a river&lt;br /&gt;That drowns the tender reed&lt;br /&gt;Some say love, it is a razor&lt;br /&gt;That leaves your soul to bleed&lt;br /&gt;Some say love, it is a hunger&lt;br /&gt;An endless aching need&lt;br /&gt;I say love, it is a flower&lt;br /&gt;And you, its only seed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's the heart, afraid of breaking&lt;br /&gt;That never learns to dance&lt;br /&gt;It's the dream, afraid of waking&lt;br /&gt;That never takes the chance&lt;br /&gt;It's the one who won't be taken&lt;br /&gt;Who cannot seem to give&lt;br /&gt;And the soul, afraid of dying&lt;br /&gt;That never learns to live&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the night has been too lonely&lt;br /&gt;And the road has been too long&lt;br /&gt;And you think that love is only&lt;br /&gt;For the lucky and the strong&lt;br /&gt;Just remember in the winter&lt;br /&gt;Far beneath the bitter snows&lt;br /&gt;Lies the seed that with the sun's love&lt;br /&gt;In the spring becomes the rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bette Midler - The Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When i was little girl i remembered standing at the doorway of my dad's study room. Watching from the doorway i remembered listening to my dad sing  along to the song with much emotion ... somehow it has left a lasting memory for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-955186447205127019?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/955186447205127019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=955186447205127019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/955186447205127019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/955186447205127019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/12/some-say-love-it-is-river-that-drowns.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-4243909121140421996</id><published>2010-12-27T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T00:03:30.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;TRUE WISDOM&lt;br /&gt;A time comes in your life when you finally get it...When in the midst of all your fears and insanity you stop dead in your tracks and somewhere the voice inside your head cries out - ENOUGH! Enough fighting and crying or struggling to hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, like a child quieting down after a blind tantrum, your sobs begin to subside, you shudder once or twice, you blink back your tears and through a mantle of wet lashes you begin to look at the world through new eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is your awakening. You realize that it's time to stop hoping and waiting for something to change or for happiness, safety and security to come galloping over the next horizon. You come to terms with the fact that he is not Prince Charming and you are not Cinderella and that in the real world there aren't always fairytale endings (or beginnings for that matter) and that any guarantee of "happily ever after" must begin with you and in the process a sense of serenity is born of acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You awaken to the fact that you are not perfect and that not everyone will always love, appreciate or approve of who or what you are ... and that's OK. (They are entitled to their own views and opinions.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You learn that people don't always say what they mean or mean what they say and that not everyone will always be there for you and that it's not always about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you begin to sift through all the crap you've been fed about how you should behave; how you should look and how much you should weigh; what you should wear and where you should shop; and what you should drive how and where you should live; and what you should do for a living; who you should sleep with, who you should marry, and what you should expect of a marriage; the importance of having and raising children; or what you owe your parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You learn that it is truly in giving that we receive. And that there is power and glory in creating and contributing and you stop maneuvering through life merely as a "consumer" looking for your next fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You learn that principles such as honesty and integrity are not the outdated ideals of a by gone era but the mortar that holds together the foundation upon which you must build a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You learn that you don't know everything, it's not your job to save the world and that you can't teach a pig to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You learn to distinguish between guilt and responsibility and the importance of setting boundaries and learning to say NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You learn that the only cross to bear is the one you choose to carry and that martyrs get burned at the stake. Then you learn about love. Romantic love and familial love. How to love, how much to give in love, when to stop giving and when to walk away. You learn not to project your needs or your feelings onto a relationship. You learn that you will not be more beautiful, more intelligent, more lovable or important because of the man on your arm or the child that bears your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You learn to look at relationships as they really are and not as you would have them be. You stop trying to control people, situations and outcomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You learn that just as people grow and change so it is with love...and you learn that you don't have the right to demand love on your terms...just to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;And, you learn that alone does not mean lonely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look in the mirror and come to terms with the fact that you will never be a size 5 or a perfect 10 and you stop trying to compete with the image inside your head and agonizing over how you "stack up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You come to the realization that you deserve to be treated with love, kindness, sensitivity and respect and you won't settle for less. And, you allow only the hands of a lover who cherishes you to glorify you with his touch...and in the process you internalize the meaning of self-respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you learn that your body really is your temple. And you begin to care for it and treat it with respect. You begin eating a balanced diet, drinking more water and taking more time to exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You learn that fatigue diminishes the spirit and can create doubt and fear. So you take more time to rest. And, just as food fuels the body, laughter fuels our soul. So you take more time to laugh and to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You learn, that for the most part, in life you get what you believe you deserve ... and that much of life truly is a self-fulfilling prophecy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You learn that anything worth achieving is worth working for and that wishing for something to happen is different from working toward making it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly, you learn that in order to achieve success you need direction, discipline and perseverance. You also learn that no one can do it all alone and that it's OK to risk asking for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You learn to fight for your life and not to squander it living under a cloud of impending doom. You learn that life isn't always fair, you don't always get what you think you deserve and that sometimes bad things happen to unsuspecting, good people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On these occasions you learn not to personalize things. You learn that God isn't punishing you or failing to answer your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just life happening. And you learn to deal with evil in its most primal state-the ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You learn that negative feelings such as anger, envy and resentment must be understood and redirected or they will suffocate the life out of you and poison the universe that surrounds you. You learn to admit when you are wrong and to building bridges instead of walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You learn to be thankful and to take comfort in many of the simple things we take for granted, things that millions of people upon the earth can only dream about; a full refrigerator, clean running water, a soft warm bed, a long hot shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, you begin to take responsibility for yourself by yourself and to make yourself a promise to never betray yourself and to never ever settle for less than your heart's desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you make it a point to keep smiling, to keep trusting, and to stay open to every wonderful possibility. Finally, with courage in your heart you take a stand, you take a deep breath and you begin to design the life you want to live as best as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-4243909121140421996?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/4243909121140421996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=4243909121140421996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/4243909121140421996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/4243909121140421996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/12/true-wisdom-time-comes-in-your-life.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-4575251729366931758</id><published>2010-12-25T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T20:16:50.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;I sat upon your knee;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote to you&lt;br /&gt;With childhood fantasies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm all grown-up now,&lt;br /&gt;Can you still help somehow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a child,&lt;br /&gt;But my heart still can dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my life-long wish,&lt;br /&gt;My grown-up Christmas list.&lt;br /&gt;Not for myself,&lt;br /&gt;But for a world in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more lives torn apart,&lt;br /&gt;That wars would never start,&lt;br /&gt;And time would heal all hearts.&lt;br /&gt;And every man would have a friend,&lt;br /&gt;That right would always win,&lt;br /&gt;And love would never end., oh&lt;br /&gt;This is my grown-up Christmas list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As children we believed&lt;br /&gt;That the grandest sight to see&lt;br /&gt;Was something lovely&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped beneath the tree., oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Heaven surely knows&lt;br /&gt;That packages and bows&lt;br /&gt;Can never heal&lt;br /&gt;A hurting human soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more lives torn apart,&lt;br /&gt;That wars would never start,&lt;br /&gt;And time would heal all hearts.&lt;br /&gt;And every man would have a friend,&lt;br /&gt;That right would always win,&lt;br /&gt;And love would never end., oh&lt;br /&gt;This is my grown-up Christmas list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this illusion called the innocence of youth?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe only in our blind belief can we ever find the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more lives torn apart,&lt;br /&gt;That wars would never start,&lt;br /&gt;And time would heal all hearts., oh&lt;br /&gt;And every man would have a friend,&lt;br /&gt;That right would always win,&lt;br /&gt;And love would never end, oh.&lt;br /&gt;This is my grown-up Christmas list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my life-long Christmas wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my grown-up Christmas list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy Grant - My grown up Christmas list&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-4575251729366931758?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/4575251729366931758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=4575251729366931758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/4575251729366931758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/4575251729366931758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/12/do-you-remember-me-i-sat-upon-your-knee.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-6941851993832861894</id><published>2010-12-04T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T20:17:46.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lately while watching the travel and living channel, almost everytime i tune in to the channel there will be a programme about lovely Bali. There was even an rerun of the Anthony Bourdain episode about Bali that i watched many many months back.The idyllic hut on the waters and the morning pancake scene in the show ... pure bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm could this be a sign that it is time to plan a trip to Bali ? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-6941851993832861894?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/6941851993832861894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=6941851993832861894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/6941851993832861894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/6941851993832861894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/12/lately-while-watching-travel-and-living.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-59371380442329118</id><published>2010-11-22T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T20:24:13.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIY1aSQB2Ww/TRbDGSl20zI/AAAAAAAAAQg/COu8Y2l00r8/s1600/hongkong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554841703245337394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIY1aSQB2Ww/TRbDGSl20zI/AAAAAAAAAQg/COu8Y2l00r8/s320/hongkong.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hong Kong.Macau.Shenzhen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;22 November - 26 November 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-59371380442329118?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/59371380442329118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=59371380442329118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/59371380442329118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/59371380442329118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/11/hong-kong.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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/_PIY1aSQB2Ww/TRbDGSl20zI/AAAAAAAAAQg/COu8Y2l00r8/s72-c/hongkong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15095437.post-3378440395832889961</id><published>2010-11-20T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T21:56:46.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Make peace with who you are&lt;br /&gt;and where you are at this moment in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your heart.&lt;br /&gt;If you can't hear what it's saying in this noisy world,&lt;br /&gt;make time for yourself. Enjoy your own company.&lt;br /&gt;Let your mind wander among the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try. Take chances. Make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Life can be messy and confusing, but it's also full of surprises.&lt;br /&gt;The next rock in your path may be a stepping stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy. When you don't have what you want,&lt;br /&gt;want what you have. Make do.&lt;br /&gt;That's a well-kept secret of contentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There aren't any shortcuts to tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;You have to make your own day.&lt;br /&gt;To know where you're going is only part of it.&lt;br /&gt;You need to know where you've been too.&lt;br /&gt;And if you get lost, don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;The people who love you will find you.&lt;br /&gt;Count on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't days and years.&lt;br /&gt;It's what you do with time&lt;br /&gt;and with all the goodness and grace&lt;br /&gt;that's inside of you.&lt;br /&gt;Make a beautiful life...&lt;br /&gt;The kind of life you deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- From www.positivelypresent.com =) &amp; http://happythings.tumblr.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-3378440395832889961?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/3378440395832889961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=3378440395832889961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/3378440395832889961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/3378440395832889961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-7519268707519140229</id><published>2010-11-16T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T02:54:13.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I dreamt of you last night. I ran towards you and buried my face in your chest crying. Tears of joy of finally meeting you after a long separation. You put your arms around me and told me everything's alright now. And i believed you with all my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-7519268707519140229?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/7519268707519140229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=7519268707519140229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/7519268707519140229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/7519268707519140229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-dreamt-of-you-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-8032412471546175488</id><published>2010-11-14T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T02:55:46.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Excessive drinking of redwine from last night finally allowed me to have a good night's rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-8032412471546175488?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/8032412471546175488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=8032412471546175488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/8032412471546175488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/8032412471546175488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/11/excessive-drinking-of-redwine-from-last.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-8340601146776770384</id><published>2010-11-13T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T03:06:08.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kitty hesitated for a moment before answering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'I'm looking for something and I don't quite know what it is. But i know that it's very important for me to know it, and if I did it would make all the difference. Perhaps the nuns know it; when I'm with them I feel that they hold a secret which they will not share with me. I don't know why it came to my head that if I saw this Machu woman I should have an inkling of what I am looking for. Perhaps she would tell me if she could.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'What makes you think she knows it?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kitty gave him a sidelong glance, but did not answer. Instead she asked him a question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'Do you know it?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'Tao. Some of us look for the Way in opium and some in God, some of us in whiskey and some in love. It is all the same Way and it leads nowhither.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The trim little rice-fields stretched as far as the eye could see and in many of them the blue -clad peasants with their buffaloes were working industriously. It was a peaceful and a happy scene. Kitty broke the silence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't tell you how deeply moved I've been by all I've seen at the convent. They're wonderful, those nuns, thet make me feel utterly worthless. They give up everything, their home, their country, love, children, freedom; and all the little things which I sometimes think must be harder still to give up, flowers and green fiels, going for a walk on an autumn day, books and music, comfort, everything they give up, everything. And they do it so that they may devote themselves to a life of sacrifice and poverty, obedience, killing work and prayer. To all of them this world is really and truly a place of exile. Life is a cross which they willingly bear, but in their hearts all the time is the desire - oh, it's so much stronger than desire, it's a longing, an eager, passionate longing for the death which shall lead them to life everlasting.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kitty clasped her hands and looked at him with anguish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'Well?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'Supposing there is no life everlasting? Think what it means if death is really the end of all things. They've given up all for nothing. They've been cheated. They're dupes.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Waddington reflected for a little while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'I wonder. I wonder if it matters that what they have aimed at is illusion. Their lives are in themselves beautiful. I have an idea that the only thing whihc makes it possible to regard this world we live in withing disgust is the beauty which now and then men create out of the chaos. The pictures they paint, the music they compose, the books they write, and the lives they lead. Of all these the richest in beauty is the beautiful life. That is the perfect work of art.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kitty sighed. What he said seemed hard. She wanted more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'Havee you ever been to a symphony concert?' he continued.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'Yes,' she smiled. 'I know nothing of music, but I'm rather fond of it.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'Each member of the orchestra plays his own little instrument, and what do you think he jknows of the complicated harmonies which unroll themselves on the indifferent air? He is concerned only with his own small share. But he knows that the symohony is lovely,and though there's none to hear it, it is lovely still , and he is content ot play his part.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'You spoke of Tao the other day.' said Kitty, after a pause. 'Tell me what it is.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Waddington gave her a littel look, hesitated an instant, and then with a faith smile on his comic face answered; 'It is the Way and the Waygoer. It is the eternal road along which walk all beings, but no being made it, for itself is being. It is everything and nothing. From it all things spring, all things conform to it, and to it at last all things return. It is a square without angles, a sound which ears cannot hear, and an image without form. It is a vast net and through its meshes as wide as the sea it lets nothing through. It is the santuary where all things find refuge. It is nowhere, but without looking out of the window you may see it. Desire not to desire, it teaches and leave all things to take their course. He that humbles himself shall be preserved entire.He that bends shall be made straight, Failure is the foundation of sucess and successis the lurking place of failure; but who can tell when the turning point will come? He who strives after tenderness can become even as a little child. Gentleness brings victory to him who attacks and safety to him who defends. Might is he who conquers himself.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'Why my love, you talk as though you were fifty. You've got all your life before you. You mustn't be downhearted.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kitty shook her head and slowly smiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'I'm not. I have hope and courage.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The past was finished; let the dead bury their dead. Was that dreadfully callous? She hoped with all her heart that she had learnt compassin and charity. She could not know what the future had in store for her, but she felt in herself the strenght to accept whaever was to come with a light and buoyant spirit. Then on a sudden, for no reason that she knew of, from the depths of her unconsious arose a reminiscnce of the journet they had taken, she and poor Walter, to the plague-ridden city where he had met his death: one morning they set out in their chairs while it was still dark, as the day broke she divined rathe than saw a scene of such breath-taking loveliness that for a brief period the anguish of her heart was assuaged. It reduced to insignificance all human tribulation. The sun rose, dispelling the mist, and she saw winding onwards as far as the eye could reach, among the rice-fields, across a little river and through undulating country the path they were to follow; perhaps her faults and folles, the unhappiness she had sufferedwere not entirely vain if she could follow the path that now she dimly discerned before her, not the path that kind funny old Waddington had spoken of that led nowhither, but the path those dear nuns at the convent followed so humbly, the path that led to peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Good-bye, god bless you, my dear child.' She held her for a moment in her arms. 'Remember that it is nothing to do your duty, that is demanded of you and is no more meritorious than to wash your hands when they are dirty; the only thing that counts is the love of duty; when love and duty are one, then grace is in you and you will enjoy a happiness which passes all understanding.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The convent door closed for the last time behind her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Painted Veil, W.Somerset Maugham &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A woman's journey of spiritual awakening... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-8340601146776770384?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/8340601146776770384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=8340601146776770384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/8340601146776770384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/8340601146776770384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/11/kitty-hesitated-for-moment-before.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-1089873193711490231</id><published>2010-11-12T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T04:29:48.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the 1970s, researchers followed people who'd won the lottery and found that a year after they'd hit the jackpot, they were no happier than the people who didn't. They called it hedonic adaptation, which suggests that we each have a baseline level of happiness. No matter what happens, good or bad, the effect on our happiness is only temporary and we tend to rebound to our baseline level. Some people have a higher baseline happiness level than others, and that can be attributed in part to genetics, but it's also largely influenced by &lt;b&gt;how you think&lt;/b&gt;. So while the remainder of this article will help boost your happiness, only improving your attitude towards life will increase your happiness permanently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a man asked God - ' I want happiness'. God replied-' Remove 'I'- that's ego. Remove 'want'- that's desire. You're now left with happiness..!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-1089873193711490231?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/1089873193711490231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=1089873193711490231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/1089873193711490231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/1089873193711490231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/11/in-1970s-researchers-followed-people.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-558526601962218110</id><published>2010-11-06T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T23:56:00.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cold rainy nights never fail to bring back memories of you ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The scent of rain .. the sound of rain falling on the ground ... the cold air in my lungs and on my skin... They bring me back to moments long gone but yet so fresh in my mind. These are the nights that make me miss you so much and make me wonder how have you've been. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-558526601962218110?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/558526601962218110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=558526601962218110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/558526601962218110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/558526601962218110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/11/cold-rainy-nights-never-fail-to-bring.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-3277052125444824037</id><published>2010-11-06T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T04:03:59.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why are they so important? How to preserve a memory ? What does a memory feel like, sound like, taste like. What does it mean to you ? Does time slowly erase memories or make it more memorable. What happen to memories after you are gone and no longer in this world ? Does it move on and get forgotten in the sands of time ? Or will it be kept in alive in the hearts and mind of those who are still alive ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memories...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-3277052125444824037?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/3277052125444824037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=3277052125444824037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/3277052125444824037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/3277052125444824037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/11/memories.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-882584413727914204</id><published>2010-11-06T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T03:20:18.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Recently i picked up Yann Martel's Beatrice and Virgil from the library to read. Coincidently the book had almost similar themes with the earlier book i read by Haruki Murakmi and that is about war, the holocaust and preserving memories. Is this just a pure coincidence ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is an excerpt from Beatrice &amp;amp; Virgil which had it's top righthand corner of the page folded in by the previous reader. It could be simply just to mark where the reader probably stopped reading but on the page i found something that was beautifully written by the author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The use of animals in his novel, he explained, was for reasons of craft rather than of sentiment. Speaking before his tribe, naked, he was only human and therefore possibly - likely- surely- a liar. But dressed in furs and feathers, he became a shaman and spoke a greater truth. we are cynical about our own species, but less so about animals, especially wild ones. We might not shelter them from habitat destruction, but we do tend to shelter them from excessive irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry often use the same light hearted example in his replies: if i tell a story about a dentist from Bavaria or dentists and people from Bavaria or Saskatchewan, those preconceptions and stereotypes that lock people and stories into small boxes. But if it's a &lt;em&gt;rhinoceros&lt;/em&gt; from Bavaria or Saskatchewan who is the dentist, then it's an etirely different matter. The reader pays closer attention, because he or she has no preconceptions about rhinoceros dentists - from Bavaria or anywhere else. The reader's disbelief begins to lift, like a stage curtain. Now the story can unfold more easily. &lt;strong&gt;There's nothing like the unimaginable to make people believe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yann Martel, Beatrice and Virgil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-882584413727914204?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/882584413727914204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=882584413727914204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/882584413727914204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/882584413727914204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/11/recently-i-picked-up-yann-martels.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-7594861086192445598</id><published>2010-11-05T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T08:57:29.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Written by Adrian Tan, author of The Teenage Textbook (1988), was the guest-of-honour at a recent NTU convocation ceremony. This was his speech to the graduating class of 2008.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say thank you to the faculty and staff of the Wee Kim Wee School of Communication and Information for inviting me to give your convocation address. It’s a wonderful honour and a privilege for me to speak here for ten minutes without fear of contradiction, defamation or retaliation. I say this as a Singaporean and more so as a husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife is a wonderful person and perfect in every way except one. She is the editor of a magazine. She corrects people for a living. She has honed her expert skills over a quarter of a century, mostly by practising at home during conversations between her and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I am a litigator. Essentially, I spend my day telling people how wrong they are. I make my living being disagreeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, there is perfect harmony in our matrimonial home. That is because when an editor and a litigator have an argument, the one who triumphs is always the wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I want to start by giving one piece of advice to the men: when you’ve already won her heart, you don’t need to win every argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is considered one milestone of life. Some of you may already be married. Some of you may never be married. Some of you will be married. Some of you will enjoy the experience so much, you will be married many, many times. Good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next big milestone in your life is today: your graduation. The end of education. You’re done learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve probably been told the big lie that “Learning is a lifelong process” and that therefore you will continue studying and taking masters’ degrees and doctorates and professorships and so on. You know the sort of people who tell you that? Teachers. Don’t you think there is some measure of conflict of interest? They are in the business of learning, after all. Where would they be without you? They need you to be repeat customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that they’re wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is that you don’t need further education because your entire life is over. It is gone. That may come as a shock to some of you. You’re in your teens or early twenties. People may tell you that you will live to be 70, 80, 90 years old. That is your life expectancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that term: life expectancy. We all understand the term to mean the average life span of a group of people. But I’m here to talk about a bigger idea, which is what you expect from your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be very happy to know that Singapore is currently ranked as the country with the third highest life expectancy. We are behind Andorra and Japan, and tied with San Marino. It seems quite clear why people in those countries, and ours, live so long. We share one thing in common: our football teams are all hopeless. There’s very little danger of any of our citizens having their pulses raised by watching us play in the World Cup. Spectators are more likely to be lulled into a gentle and restful nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans have a life expectancy of 81.8 years. Singapore men live to an average of 79.21 years, while Singapore women live more than five years longer, probably to take into account the additional time they need to spend in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here you are, in your twenties, thinking that you’ll have another 40 years to go. Four decades in which to live long and prosper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news. Read the papers. There are people dropping dead when they’re 50, 40, 30 years old. Or quite possibly just after finishing their convocation. They would be very disappointed that they didn’t meet their life expectancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m here to tell you this. Forget about your life expectancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, it’s calculated based on an average. And you never, ever want to expect being average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revisit those expectations. You might be looking forward to working, falling in love, marrying, raising a family. You are told that, as graduates, you should expect to find a job paying so much, where your hours are so much, where your responsibilities are so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what is expected of you. And if you live up to it, it will be an awful waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you expect that, you will be limiting yourself. You will be living your life according to boundaries set by average people. I have nothing against average people. But no one should aspire to be them. And you don’t need years of education by the best minds in Singapore to prepare you to be average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you should prepare for is mess. Life’s a mess. You are not entitled to expect anything from it. Life is not fair. Everything does not balance out in the end. Life happens, and you have no control over it. Good and bad things happen to you day by day, hour by hour, moment by moment. Your degree is a poor armour against fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t expect anything. Erase all life expectancies. Just live. Your life is over as of today. At this point in time, you have grown as tall as you will ever be, you are physically the fittest you will ever be in your entire life and you are probably looking the best that you will ever look. This is as good as it gets. It is all downhill from here. Or up. No one knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this mean for you? It is good that your life is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since your life is over, you are free. Let me tell you the many wonderful things that you can do when you are free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important is this: do not work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is anything that you are compelled to do. By its very nature, it is undesirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work kills. The Japanese have a term “Karoshi”, which means death from overwork. That’s the most dramatic form of how work can kill. But it can also kill you in more subtle ways. If you work, then day by day, bit by bit, your soul is chipped away, disintegrating until there’s nothing left. A rock has been ground into sand and dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a common misconception that work is necessary. You will meet people working at miserable jobs. They tell you they are “making a living”. No, they’re not. They’re dying, frittering away their fast-extinguishing lives doing things which are, at best, meaningless and, at worst, harmful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will tell you that work ennobles you, that work lends you a certain dignity. Work makes you free. The slogan “Arbeit macht frei” was placed at the entrances to a number of Nazi concentration camps. Utter nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not waste the vast majority of your life doing something you hate so that you can spend the small remainder sliver of your life in modest comfort. You may never reach that end anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resist the temptation to get a job. Instead, play. Find something you enjoy doing. Do it. Over and over again. You will become good at it for two reasons: you like it, and you do it often. Soon, that will have value in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like arguing, and I love language. So, I became a litigator. I enjoy it and I would do it for free. If I didn’t do that, I would’ve been in some other type of work that still involved writing fiction – probably a sports journalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what should you do? You will find your own niche. I don’t imagine you will need to look very hard. By this time in your life, you will have a very good idea of what you will want to do. In fact, I’ll go further and say the ideal situation would be that you will not be able to stop yourself pursuing your passions. By this time you should know what your obsessions are. If you enjoy showing off your knowledge and feeling superior, you might become a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find that pursuit that will energise you, consume you, become an obsession. Each day, you must rise with a restless enthusiasm. If you don’t, you are working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you will end up in activities which involve communication. To those of you I have a second message: be wary of the truth. I’m not asking you to speak it, or write it, for there are times when it is dangerous or impossible to do those things. The truth has a great capacity to offend and injure, and you will find that the closer you are to someone, the more care you must take to disguise or even conceal the truth. Often, there is great virtue in being evasive, or equivocating. There is also great skill. Any child can blurt out the truth, without thought to the consequences. It takes great maturity to appreciate the value of silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to be wary of the truth, you must first know it. That requires great frankness to yourself. Never fool the person in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have told you that your life is over, that you should not work, and that you should avoid telling the truth. I now say this to you: be hated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not as easy as it sounds. Do you know anyone who hates you? Yet every great figure who has contributed to the human race has been hated, not just by one person, but often by a great many. That hatred is so strong it has caused those great figures to be shunned, abused, murdered and in one famous instance, nailed to a cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One does not have to be evil to be hated. In fact, it’s often the case that one is hated precisely because one is trying to do right by one’s own convictions. It is far too easy to be liked, one merely has to be accommodating and hold no strong convictions. Then one will gravitate towards the centre and settle into the average. That cannot be your role. There are a great many bad people in the world, and if you are not offending them, you must be bad yourself. Popularity is a sure sign that you are doing something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other side of the coin is this: fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t say “be loved”. That requires too much compromise. If one changes one’s looks, personality and values, one can be loved by anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather, I exhort you to love another human being. It may seem odd for me to tell you this. You may expect it to happen naturally, without deliberation. That is false. Modern society is anti-love. We’ve taken a microscope to everyone to bring out their flaws and shortcomings. It far easier to find a reason not to love someone, than otherwise. Rejection requires only one reason. Love requires complete acceptance. It is hard work – the only kind of work that I find palatable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone has great benefits. There is admiration, learning, attraction and something which, for the want of a better word, we call happiness. In loving someone, we become inspired to better ourselves in every way. We learn the truth worthlessness of material things. We celebrate being human. Loving is good for the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone is therefore very important, and it is also important to choose the right person. Despite popular culture, love doesn’t happen by chance, at first sight, across a crowded dance floor. It grows slowly, sinking roots first before branching and blossoming. It is not a silly weed, but a mighty tree that weathers every storm.&lt;br /&gt;You will find, that when you have someone to love, that the face is less important than the brain, and the body is less important than the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will also find that it is no great tragedy if your love is not reciprocated. You are not doing it to be loved back. Its value is to inspire you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, you will find that there is no half-measure when it comes to loving someone. You either don’t, or you do with every cell in your body, completely and utterly, without reservation or apology. It consumes you, and you are reborn, all the better for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love someone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-7594861086192445598?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/7594861086192445598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=7594861086192445598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/7594861086192445598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/7594861086192445598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/11/written-by-adrian-tan-author-of-teenage.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-6404364207514047171</id><published>2010-10-31T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T08:12:07.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In life there are not many moments that catches us off guard and make a lasting impression. Today i saw two sisters sitting in typical fisher price toy car that doubles up as a push trolley. Both their parents were pushing the toy car and the younger sis was way ahead of the older sister. The older sister called out to the younger sis to wait up for her. Once their car was side by side they held hands and their parents push the toy car side by side. It was the sweestest and loveliest thing that i saw today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In a world that seems so messed up, this scene reminded me that in life there is so much more to be cherished and to hold dear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-6404364207514047171?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/6404364207514047171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=6404364207514047171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/6404364207514047171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/6404364207514047171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/10/in-life-there-are-not-many-moments-that.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-1845784874375795352</id><published>2010-10-30T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T22:34:00.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Stepped into the cab and "Forever Young" was playing on the radio. Funny how a song can jolt back the memories of days long gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memory is a funny thing, when i was in the scene, i hardly paid it any mind. I never stop to think of it as something that will make a lasting impression, certainly never imagine that after so many years i would recall it in such detail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-1845784874375795352?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/1845784874375795352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=1845784874375795352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/1845784874375795352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/1845784874375795352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/10/stepped-into-cab-and-forever-young-was.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-2484268524063008292</id><published>2010-10-27T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T22:33:47.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's all a question of imagination. Our responsibility begins with the power to imagine. It's just as Yeats said: In dreams begin responsibility. Turn this on its head and you could say that where there's no power to imagine, no responsibility can arise. Just as we see with Eichmann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know what Gramps?" he went on. "I think that whenever something happens in future I'll always wonder: 'What would Mr Nakata say about this? What would Mr Nakata do?' I'll always have someone to turn to. And that's kind of a big deal, if you think about it. It's as if part of you will always live inside me. Not that I'm the best container you could find, but better than nohing, eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person he was addressing, though, was no more than a shell of Mr Nakata. The important part of him had long since left for another place. And Hoshino understood that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kafka on the shore, Haruki Murakami&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-2484268524063008292?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/2484268524063008292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=2484268524063008292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/2484268524063008292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/2484268524063008292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-all-question-of-imagination.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-5644681510085065414</id><published>2010-10-02T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T08:08:16.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="360" height="227"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D5tTiYT1cgU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D5tTiYT1cgU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="227"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Joe Hisaishi Live performance - Howl's Moving Castle Main theme&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I just watched finish Howl's Moving Castle by Hayao Miyazaki for the second time. The first time i watched it was many years ago, suddenly a few nights ago i felt this urge to listen to the old theme song of Howl's Moving Castle. Listening to the theme song gives me a sense a freedom and immediatly transports me to this time and space where i'm able to be happy with childlike innocence. Such is the power of music. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-5644681510085065414?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/5644681510085065414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=5644681510085065414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/5644681510085065414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/5644681510085065414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/10/joe-hisaishi-live-performance-howls.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-7382075331011860275</id><published>2010-10-01T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T04:37:08.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To see and hear rain falling, symbolizes forgiveness and grace. Falling rain is also a metaphor for tears, crying and sadness. Alternatively, rain symbolizes fertility and renewal. If you get wet from the rain, then it indicates cleaning from your troubles and problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dream that you are watching the rain from a window, indicates that spiritual ideas and insights are being brought to your awareness. It may also symbolize fortune and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hear rain tapping on the roof, denotes spiritual ideas coming to fruition in your mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-7382075331011860275?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/7382075331011860275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=7382075331011860275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/7382075331011860275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/7382075331011860275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/10/to-see-and-hear-rain-falling-symbolizes.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-7622136872177146198</id><published>2010-09-24T23:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T00:01:37.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HYHZh-xnqhE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HYHZh-xnqhE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Heaven&lt;br /&gt;I'm in heaven&lt;br /&gt;And my heart beats&lt;br /&gt;So that I can hardly speak&lt;br /&gt;And I seem to find&lt;br /&gt;The happiness I seek&lt;br /&gt;When we're out together&lt;br /&gt;Dancing cheek to cheek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred Astaire &amp;amp; Ginger Rogers - Cheek to Cheek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-7622136872177146198?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/7622136872177146198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=7622136872177146198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/7622136872177146198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/7622136872177146198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-4947593992105301401</id><published>2010-09-19T04:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T05:14:29.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yogadork.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/taking-woodstock-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.yogadork.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/taking-woodstock-poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yay ! i finally got to watch Taking Woodstock ! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PIY1aSQB2Ww/TJX9-CSDxwI/AAAAAAAAAQU/sBtrDImPzB0/s1600/Jonathan+Groff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518596160618743554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PIY1aSQB2Ww/TJX9-CSDxwI/AAAAAAAAAQU/sBtrDImPzB0/s320/Jonathan+Groff.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Swoons ... Jonathan Groff just got the cutest smile to melt my heart ~ =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-4947593992105301401?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/4947593992105301401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=4947593992105301401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/4947593992105301401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/4947593992105301401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/09/yay-i-finally-got-to-watch-taking.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PIY1aSQB2Ww/TJX9-CSDxwI/AAAAAAAAAQU/sBtrDImPzB0/s72-c/Jonathan+Groff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15095437.post-5984048131185137377</id><published>2010-09-14T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T07:49:56.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dreamt of you ... I dreamt that we agreed to meet at emerald green hills ... Oh how eager and happy i was to be finally getting a chance to see you again ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But dreams are just dreams ... Alas i woke up just before i was about to see you ... But getting to hear your familiar voice in a dream was something i nvr expected when i close my eyes to rest last night ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I miss you so much" are words that i can never bring myself to admit them to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-5984048131185137377?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/5984048131185137377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=5984048131185137377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/5984048131185137377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/5984048131185137377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-dreamt-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-8831169642800636996</id><published>2010-09-12T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T13:31:00.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Anaïs Nin on Dreamers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My diary. Isn't it a mirror that will retell to oblivion the true story of a dreamer who, a long, long time ago, went through life the way one reads a book? Once the book is closed, the reader can go on his way with all the treasures it had to teach." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the world of the dreamer there was solitude: all the exaltations and joys came in the moment of preparation for living. They took place in solitude. But with action came anxiety, and the sense of insuperable effort made to match the dream, and with it came weariness, discouragement, and the flight into solitude again. And then in solitude, in the opium den of remembrance, the possibility of pleasure again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disguised the woman in myself to be allowed to re-enter the world of the poet, the dreamer, the child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drugs, instead of bringing fertile images which in turn can be shared with the world ... have instead become a solitary vice, a passive dreaming which alienates the dreamer from the whole world, isolates him, ultimately destroys him." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The role of of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say." - Anaïs Nin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see a lion in your dream, symbolizes great strength, courage, aggression and power. You will overcome some of your emotional difficulties. As king of the jungle, the lion also represents dignity, royalty, leadership, pride and domination. You have much influence over others. You also need to exercise some restraint in your own personal and social life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see a zebra in your dream, represents perfect balance, unity and harmony. It also indicates that opposites attract. Alternatively, a zebra suggests that you are spending too much time in trivial matters. You need to establish a clear timeline and lay your groundwork for success .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-8831169642800636996?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/8831169642800636996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=8831169642800636996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/8831169642800636996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/8831169642800636996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/09/anais-nin-on-dreamers-my-diary.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-1126342166004870584</id><published>2010-09-11T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T05:53:00.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Frances Hodgson Burnett (The Secret Garden)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-1126342166004870584?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/1126342166004870584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=1126342166004870584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/1126342166004870584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/1126342166004870584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-you-look-right-way-you-can-see-that.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-3515397319181532806</id><published>2010-09-10T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T00:19:51.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y6E2Mooz_LA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y6E2Mooz_LA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Barbara Striesand - Don't Rain On My Parade &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-3515397319181532806?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/3515397319181532806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=3515397319181532806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/3515397319181532806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/3515397319181532806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/09/barbara-striesand-dont-rain-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-5540345690626955368</id><published>2010-09-08T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T02:56:52.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MAYC-uwql6Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MAYC-uwql6Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Swoons ~ =D ....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-5540345690626955368?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/5540345690626955368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=5540345690626955368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/5540345690626955368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/5540345690626955368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/09/swoons-d.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-6322398262919379949</id><published>2010-08-26T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T06:25:55.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today’s the day my life begins. Today I become a citizen of the world. Today I become a grown up. Today I become accountable to someone other than myself and my parents. Accountable for more than my grades. Today, I become accountable to the world. To the future. To all the possibilities that life has to offer. Starting today, my job is to show up wide eyed and willing and ready. For what, I don’t know. For anything. For everything. To take on life. To take on love. To take on the responsibility and possibility. Today, my friends, our lives begin. And, I for one can’t wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Graduation Speech, Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Be the change you want to see in the world.” - Mahatma Gandhi&lt;/strong&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/15095437-6322398262919379949?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/6322398262919379949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=6322398262919379949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/6322398262919379949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/6322398262919379949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/08/todays-day-my-life-begins.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-4949648646686879030</id><published>2010-08-21T09:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T00:32:50.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me try something new, gonna try to type some words striaght from the heart. It may be gibberish and all that but at least i've tried. Read this online that maybe i should try to type out my thoughts and just let the words flow and surprise me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh it's been so long since i type freely like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be a good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JNl91QXws7o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JNl91QXws7o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Something beautiful that made my grey skies blue again ... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine there's no heaven&lt;br /&gt;It's easy if you try&lt;br /&gt;No hell below us&lt;br /&gt;Above us only sky&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the people&lt;br /&gt;Living for today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine there's no countries&lt;br /&gt;It isn't hard to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to kill or die for&lt;br /&gt;And no religion too&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the people&lt;br /&gt;Living life in peace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may say I'm a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not the only one&lt;br /&gt;I hope someday you'll join us&lt;br /&gt;And the world will be as one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine no possessions&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you can&lt;br /&gt;No need for greed or hunger&lt;br /&gt;A brotherhood of man&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the people&lt;br /&gt;Sharing all the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may say I'm a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not the only one&lt;br /&gt;I hope someday you'll join us&lt;br /&gt;And the world will live as one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Lennon - Imagine &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-4949648646686879030?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/4949648646686879030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=4949648646686879030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/4949648646686879030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/4949648646686879030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/08/let-me-try-something-new-gonna-try-to.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-189704606713679156</id><published>2010-08-20T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T00:54:43.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did you say it? 'I love you. I don't ever want to live without you. You changed my life.' Did you say it? Make a plan. Set a goal. Work toward it, but every now and then, look around; Drink﻿ it in 'cause this is it. It might all be gone tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Grey's Anatomy, Season 5 Finale&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-189704606713679156?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/189704606713679156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=189704606713679156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/189704606713679156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/189704606713679156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/08/did-you-say-it-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-1929770201408323865</id><published>2010-08-14T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T22:16:00.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kem3aeUy3Bk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kem3aeUy3Bk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agua De Beber - Astrud Gilberto&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-1929770201408323865?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/1929770201408323865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=1929770201408323865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/1929770201408323865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/1929770201408323865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/08/agua-de-beber-astrud-gilberto.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-8407596882694905266</id><published>2010-08-13T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T09:01:59.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Close your eyes and imagine rowing down a river. You try to stay in the middle, but it is hard with the cross-currents. So, decide to let the boat drift instead of steering it. The boat is carried along with the current. You are free to enjoy the experience. When you come out of this meditation, take this attitude into daily life. Try to release the need to control things in life. Doing this will bring you a greater sense of peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-8407596882694905266?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/8407596882694905266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=8407596882694905266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/8407596882694905266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/8407596882694905266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/08/close-your-eyes-and-imagine-rowing-down.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-3260256533431149075</id><published>2010-06-21T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T06:32:10.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of my guilty pleasures is that I love watching "Inside the Actor's Studio" ... and thanks to youtube i'm able to find full intervies online. So far i've watched Robin Williams, Meryl Streep and Johnny Depp, just some of the actors that i truly admire and enjoy watching on screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student #3: Um, is there any advice that you might want to share with us about, just like, you know, not only what to expect but maybe a way to just begin the whole … the birth of our acting experiences, and, if you don't mind sharing the history of those boots? I'm totally fascinated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JD: My old friends. These are my old pals. We've been through a lot together. Boy! Getting started. One of the greatest pieces of advice I've ever gotten in my life was from my Mom, you know, when I was a little kid there was a kid who was bugging me, you know, in school. And she said, "Okay, I'm going to tell you what to do." She said, "The kid's bugging you. He puts his hands on you, you pick up the nearest rock, or whatever you can get your hands on, and you lay him out." And I did! And I felt better. And it worked. And … so, for me, that was a great lesson because someone had invaded my space … invaded my being, you know … and was doing something against me that I didn't want to be done, so I took control of the situation and I ran with it, and many years later after being, you know, turned into a product, you know, by a very huge corporation that had their hands all over me and I couldn't escape it, you know, I promised myself that I would continue to move forward and do my best not to compromise in any way whatsoever, you know, not allow anyone to put their hands on me and affect me in that way so, &lt;strong&gt;that's the best advice that I could give is just to keep moving forward, and don't give a shit what anybody thinks, you know, just keep moving forward and do what you have to do for &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Snippet from Johnny Depp's Interview from "Inside the Actors Studio"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-3260256533431149075?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/3260256533431149075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=3260256533431149075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/3260256533431149075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/3260256533431149075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-of-my-guilty-pleasures-is-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-7502071812108823221</id><published>2010-06-20T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T04:11:26.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When Aziza first spotted Mariam in the morning, her eyes always sprang open, and she began mewling and squirming in her mother's grip. She thrust her arms toward Mariam, demanding to be held, her tiny hands opening and closing urgently, on her face a look of both adoration and quivering anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What a scene you're making", Laila would say, releasing her to crawl toward Mariam. "What a scene! Calm down. Khala Mariam isn't going anywhere. There she is, your aunt. See? go on, now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as she was in Mariam's arms, Aziza's thumb shot into her mouth and she buried her face in Mariam's neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariam bounced her stiffly, a half bewildered, half-grateful smile on her lips. Mariam had never before been wanted like this. Love had never been declared to her so guilessly, so unreservedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aziza made Mariam want to weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why have you pinned your little heart to and old, ugly hag like me?" Mariam would murmur into Aziza's hair. "Huh? I am nobody, don't you see? A &lt;i&gt;dehati&lt;/i&gt;. What have i got to give you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Aziza only muttered contentedly and dug her face in deeper. And when she did that, Mariam swooned. Her eyes watered. Her heart took flight. And she marveled at how, after all these years of rattling loose, she had found in this little creature the first true connection in her life of false, failed connections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A Thousand Splendid Suns, Khaled Hosseini &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-7502071812108823221?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/7502071812108823221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=7502071812108823221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/7502071812108823221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/7502071812108823221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-aziza-first-spotted-mariam-in.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-8543330037184481591</id><published>2010-06-19T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T05:27:39.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A little girl who just discovered the power of static was rubbing a balloon on the back of her father's hair ... The excitement and awe of discovering something new on the girl's face made me smile for the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-8543330037184481591?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/8543330037184481591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=8543330037184481591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/8543330037184481591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/8543330037184481591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-girl-who-just-discovered-power.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-8749368265375169737</id><published>2010-06-14T07:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T07:14:57.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"To be nobody but yourself in a world that's doing its best to make you somebody else, is to fight the hardest battle you are ever going to fight. Never stop fighting.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- EE Cummings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-8749368265375169737?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/8749368265375169737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=8749368265375169737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/8749368265375169737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/8749368265375169737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/06/to-be-nobody-but-yourself-in-world.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-6390516106080022161</id><published>2010-06-13T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T07:28:18.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A weekend to be thankful for ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No jams on the causeway.. Comfortable bus rides... Great breakfast at Old Town White Coffee - Nasi Lemak, Kaya Toast, Half Boiled Eggs, Hazelnut White Coffee... Mani/Pedi Treat... Traditional Thai Massage... Watching "The Karate Kid"... Watching "聽說"... Watching "Shrek Forever After"... Baby waving to say hello ... Spending time with friends that i trust ... =) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Love &amp;amp; Dreams are miraculous. They don't need to be heard, to be said or translated."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Ending Quote from "聽說" the Movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-6390516106080022161?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/6390516106080022161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=6390516106080022161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/6390516106080022161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/6390516106080022161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/06/weekend-to-be-thankful-for.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-3046282601059056735</id><published>2010-06-09T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T04:12:26.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IFpg2m9UrgY/SHORjOFXpsI/AAAAAAAACEo/V6SFeVE05yE/s200/kite_runner1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I just watched finish The kite runner based on a novel written by Khaled Hosseini. There was a poem written by Rumi and recited by young Amir's character that was really lovely and i just had to search for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we come to (a state of) ignorance, that is His prison. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if we come to (a state of) knowledge, that is His (lofty) balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we come to (a state of) sleep, we are His drowsy-drunken ones.&lt;br /&gt;And if we come to (a state of) wakeful alertness, we are in His Hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we come to (a state of) weeping, we are His cloud full of glistening (raindrops). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if we come to (a state of) laughing, we are His lightning in that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we come to (a state of) anger and battle, it is the reflection of His Wrath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if we come to (a state of) peace and pardon, it is the reflection of His Love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-From "The Mathnawî-yé Ma`nawî" [Rhymed Couplets of Deep Spiritual Meaning] by Rumi, 13th-century Persian poet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-3046282601059056735?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/3046282601059056735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=3046282601059056735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/3046282601059056735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/3046282601059056735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-just-watched-finish-kite-runner-based.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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/_IFpg2m9UrgY/SHORjOFXpsI/AAAAAAAACEo/V6SFeVE05yE/s72-c/kite_runner1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15095437.post-7313428100516053696</id><published>2010-06-05T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T07:42:01.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tonight i found out the name of the author that has gave me wonderful memories of my childhood. Frances Hodgson Burnett, who wrote both The Secret Garden and A Little Princess. Both which have been made into movies, fuels my imagination when i was a little girl of exotic countries and escapades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-7313428100516053696?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/7313428100516053696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=7313428100516053696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/7313428100516053696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/7313428100516053696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/06/tonight-i-found-out-name-of-author-that.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-8409303755750642584</id><published>2010-06-04T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T07:45:48.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Once again i dreamt of dance classes last night ... this time i dreamt i was standing outside a dance school looking at a notice board with a list of dance classes the school was offering ... Maybe it's time that i should start looking around for classes =) ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-8409303755750642584?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/8409303755750642584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=8409303755750642584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/8409303755750642584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/8409303755750642584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/06/once-again-i-dreamt-of-dance-classes.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-8805819263551391691</id><published>2010-06-01T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T21:24:53.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Dancing: The vertical expression of a horizontal desire legalized by music.” - George Bernard Shaw &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quote i saw written on the wall while taking a leisurely lunch at Esplanade's library =).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-8805819263551391691?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/8805819263551391691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=8805819263551391691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/8805819263551391691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/8805819263551391691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/06/dancing-vertical-expression-of.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-4839560139115569043</id><published>2010-05-29T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T15:54:00.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIY1aSQB2Ww/TAC6m7So0NI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BUS9UG1lC8k/s1600/Untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476582324796182738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIY1aSQB2Ww/TAC6m7So0NI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BUS9UG1lC8k/s400/Untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Inspiration to paint from the painted veil... a reminder to myself to also read the book by W. Somerset Maugham&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-4839560139115569043?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/4839560139115569043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=4839560139115569043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/4839560139115569043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/4839560139115569043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/05/inspiration-to-paint-from-painted-veil.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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/_PIY1aSQB2Ww/TAC6m7So0NI/AAAAAAAAAQE/BUS9UG1lC8k/s72-c/Untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15095437.post-608049747961239173</id><published>2010-05-28T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T20:54:40.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/e/e4/Letters_to_juliet_poster.jpg/200px-Letters_to_juliet_poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"'What' and ‘if’ two words as nonthreatening&lt;br /&gt;as words come. But put&lt;br /&gt;them together side-by-side and they&lt;br /&gt;have the power to haunt you for the&lt;br /&gt;rest of your life: ‘What if?'..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know how your story ended.&lt;br /&gt;But I know that if what you felt&lt;br /&gt;then was love - true love - then&lt;br /&gt;it's never too late. If it was true&lt;br /&gt;then it why wouldn't it be true&lt;br /&gt;now? You need only the courage to&lt;br /&gt;follow your heart..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know what a love like that&lt;br /&gt;feels like... a love to leave loved&lt;br /&gt;ones for, a love to cross oceans&lt;br /&gt;for... but I'd like to believe if I&lt;br /&gt;ever felt it. I'd have the courage&lt;br /&gt;to seize it. I hope you had the&lt;br /&gt;courage to seize it, Claire. And if&lt;br /&gt;you didn't, I hope one day that you&lt;br /&gt;will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sophie's Letter to Claire, in Letters to Juliet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-608049747961239173?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/608049747961239173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=608049747961239173&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/608049747961239173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/608049747961239173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-and-if-two-words-as-nonthreatening.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-204954226819760934</id><published>2010-05-23T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T07:56:44.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Inspirations for my new room =) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://freshome.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/modern-old-fashioned-flat-in-sweeden-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://freshome.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/modern-old-fashioned-flat-in-sweeden-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://freshome.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/modern-old-fashioned-flat-in-sweeden-9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://freshome.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/Flat-Renovations-Swedish-Minimalist-Apartment-Proves-Modern-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-204954226819760934?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/204954226819760934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=204954226819760934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H6pODq8_FxE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H6pODq8_FxE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-Cause maybe someday&lt;br /&gt;We'll figure all this out&lt;br /&gt;We'll put an end to all our doubt&lt;br /&gt;Try to find a way to just feel better now and&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday we'll live our lives out loud&lt;br /&gt;We'll be better off somehow&lt;br /&gt;Someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rob Thomas, Someday &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-318113323040614118?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15095437.post-2015735634077126441</id><published>2010-05-22T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T05:38:21.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting back the child in me ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GfA701_cYYU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GfA701_cYYU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Watching my favourite Disney movie brings me back wonderful memories of my childhood ... nostalgia takes over for the night =) ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am moved to tears when i found this online. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BqGTb4ZFAS8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BqGTb4ZFAS8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Xg_XJc_M1Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Xg_XJc_M1Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-2015735634077126441?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/2015735634077126441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=2015735634077126441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/2015735634077126441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/2015735634077126441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/05/watching-my-favourite-disney-movie.html' title='Getting back the child in me ...'/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-7267961400917482536</id><published>2010-05-21T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T07:15:16.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Found this little gem of an article posted online ... I  was feeling bored and did a search in google "useful things to do with your time" ... this will serve as a good reminder to me the things in life that matters the most ... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The proper function of man is to live - not to exist." -- Jack London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too often we go through life on autopilot, going through the motions and having each day pass like the one before it. That's fine, and comfortable, until you have gone through another year without having done anything, without having really lived life.  That's fine, until you have reached old age and look back on life with regrets. That's fine, until you see your kids go off to college and realize that you missed their childhoods. It's not fine. If you want to truly live life, to really experience it, to enjoy it to the fullest, instead of barely scraping by and only living a life of existence, then you need to find ways to break free from the mold and drink from life. What follows is just a list of ideas, obvious ones mostly that you could have thought of yourself, but that I hope are useful reminders. We all need reminders sometimes. If you find this useful, print it out, and start using it. Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Love. Perhaps the most important. Fall in love, if you aren't already. If you have, fall in love with your partner all over again. Abandon caution and let your heart be broken. Or love family members, friends, anyone -- it doesn't have to be romantic love. Love all of humanity, one person at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Get outside. Don't let yourself be shut indoors. Go out when it's raining. Walk on the beach. Hike through the woods. Swim in a freezing lake. Bask in the sun. Play sports, or walk barefoot through grass. Pay close attention to nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Savor food. Don't just eat your food, but really enjoy it. Feel the texture, the bursts of flavors. Savor every bite. If you limit your intake of sweets, it will make the small treats you give yourself (berries or dark chocolate are my favorites) even more enjoyable. And when you do have them, really, really savor them. Slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Create a morning ritual. Wake early and greet the day. Watch the sun rise. Out loud, tell yourself that you will not waste this day, which is a gift. You will be compassionate to your fellow human beings, and live every moment to its fullest. Stretch or meditate or exercise as part of your ritual. Enjoy some coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Take chances. We often live our lives too cautiously, worried about what might go wrong. Be bold, risk it all. Quit your job and go to business for yourself (plan it out first!), or go up to that girl you've liked for a long time and ask her out. What do you have to lose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Follow excitement. Try to find the things in life that excite you, and then go after them. Make life one exciting adventure after another (with perhaps some quiet times in between).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Find your passion. Similar to the above tip, this one asks you to find your calling. Make your living by doing the thing you love to do. First, think about what you really love to do. There may be many things. Find out how you can make a living doing it. It may be difficult, but you only live once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Get out of your cubicle. Do you sit all day in front of computer, shuffling papers and taking phone calls and chatting on the Internet? Don't waste your days like this. Break free from the cubicle environment, and do your work on a laptop, in a coffee shop, or on a boat, or in a log cabin. This may require a change of jobs, or becoming a freelancer. It's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Turn off the TV. How many hours will we waste away in front of the boob tube? How many hours do we have to live? Do the math, then unplug the TV. Only plug it back in when you have a DVD of a movie you love. Otherwise, keep it off and find other stuff to do. Don't know what to do? Read further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Pull away from Internet. You're reading something on the Internet right now. And, with the exception of this article, it is just more wasting away of your precious time. You cannot get these minutes back. Unplug the Internet, then get out of your office or house. Right now! And go and do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Travel. Sure, you want to travel some day. When you have vacation time, or when you're older. Well, what are you waiting for? Find a way to take a trip, if not this month, then sometime soon. You may need to sell your car or stop your cable bill and stop eating out to do it, but make it happen. You are too young to not see the world. If need be, find a way to make a living by freelancing, then work while you travel. Only work an hour or two a day. Don't check email but once a week. Then use the rest of the time to see the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Rediscover what's important. Take an hour and make a list of everything that's important to you. Add to it everything that you want to do in life. Now cut that list down to 4-5 things. Just the most important things in your life. This is your core list. This is what matters. Focus your life on these things. Make time for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Eliminate everything else. What's going on in your life that's not on that short list? All that stuff is wasting your time, pulling your attention from what's important. As much as possible, simplify your life by eliminating the stuff that's not on your short list, or minimizing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Exercise. Get off the couch and go for a walk. Eventually try running. Or do some push ups and crunches. Or swim or bike or row. Or go for a hike. Whatever you do, get active, and you'll love it. And life will be more alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Be positive. Learn to recognize the negative thoughts you have. These are the self-doubts, the criticisms of others, the complaints, the reasons you can't do something. Then stop yourself when you have these thoughts, and replace them with positive thoughts. Solutions. You can do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Open your heart. Is your heart a closed bundle of scar tissue? Learn to open it, have it ready to receive love, to give love unconditionally. If you have a problem with this, talk to someone about it. And practice makes perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Kiss in the rain. Seize the moment and be romantic. Raining outside? Grab your lover and give her a passionate kiss. Driving home? Stop the car and pick some wildflowers. Send her a love note. Dress sexy for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Face your fears. What are you most afraid of? What is holding you back? Whatever it is, recognize it, and face it. Do what you are most afraid of. Afraid of heights? Go to the tallest building, and look down over the edge. Only by facing our fears can we be free of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.When you suffer, suffer. Life isn't all about fun and games. Suffering is an inevitable part of life. We lose our jobs. We lose our lovers. We lose our pets. We get physically injured or sick. A loved one becomes sick. A parent dies. Learn to feel the pain intensely, and really grieve. This is a part of life -- really feel the pain. And when you're done, move on, and find joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Slow down. Life moves along at such a rapid pace these days. It's not healthy, and it's not conducive to living. Practice doing everything slowly -- everything, from eating to walking to driving to working to reading. Enjoy what you do. Learn to move at a snail's pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Touch humanity. Get out of your house and manicured neighborhoods, and find those who live in worse conditions. Meet them, talk to them, understand them. Live among them. Be one of them. Give up your materialistic lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Volunteer. Help at homeless soup kitchens. Learn compassion, and learn to help ease the suffering of others. Help the sick, those with disabilities, those who are dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.Play with children. Children, more than anyone else, know how to live. They experience everything in the moment, fully. When they get hurt, they really cry. When they play, they really have fun. Learn from them, instead of thinking you know so much more than them. Play with them, and learn to be joyful like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.Talk to old people. There is no one wiser, more experienced, more learned, than those who have lived through life. They can tell you amazing stories. Give you advice on making a marriage last or staying out of debt. Tell you about their regrets, so you can learn from them and avoid the same mistakes. They are the wisdom of our society -- take advantage of their existence while they're still around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.Learn new skills. Constantly improve yourself instead of standing still -- not because you're so imperfect now, but because it is gratifying and satisfying. You should accept yourself as you are, and learn to love who you are, but still try to improve -- if only because the process of improvement is life itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.Find spirituality. For some, this means finding God or Jesus or Allah or Buddha. For others, this means becoming in tune with the spirits of our ancestors, or with nature. For still others, this just means an inner energy. Whatever spirituality means for you, rediscover it, and its power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.Take mini-retirements. Don't leave the joy of retirement until you are too old to enjoy it. Do it now, while you're young. It makes working that much more worth it. Find ways to take a year off every few years. Save up, sell your home, your possessions, and travel. Live simply, but live, without having to work. Enjoy life, then go back to work and save up enough money to do it again in a couple of years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.Do nothing. Despite the tip above that we should find excitement, there is value in doing nothing as well. Not doing nothing as in reading, or taking a nap, or watching TV, or meditating. Doing nothing as in sitting there, doing nothing. Just learning to be still, in silence, to hear our inner voice, to be in tune with life. Do this daily if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.Stop playing video games. They might be fun, but they can take up way too much time. If you spend a lot of time playing online games, or computer solitaire, or Wii or Gameboy or whatever, consider going a week without it. Then find something else to do, outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.Watch sunsets, daily. One of the most beautiful times of day. Make it a daily ritual to find a good spot to watch the sunset, perhaps having a light dinner while you do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.Stop reading magazines. They're basically crap. And they waste your time and money. Cancel your subscriptions and walk past them at the news stands. If you have to read something, read a trashy novel or even better, read Dumb Little Man once a day and be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.Break out from ruts. Do you do things the same way every day? Change it up. Try something new. Take a different route to work. Start your day out differently. Approach work from a new angle. Look at things from new perspectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.Stop watching the news. It's depressing and useless. If you're a news junky, this may be difficult. I haven't watch TV news or read a newspaper regularly in about two years. It hasn't hurt me a bit. Anything important, my mom tells me about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.Laugh till you cry. Laughing is one of the best ways to live. Tell jokes and laugh your head off. Watch an awesome comedy. Learn to laugh at anything. Roll on the ground laughing. You'll love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.Lose control. Not only control over yourself, but control over others. It's a bad habit to try to control others -- it will only lead to stress and unhappiness for yourself and those you try to control. Let others live, and live for yourself. And lose control of yourself now and then too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.Cry. Men, especially, tend to hold in our tears, but crying is an amazing release. Cry at sad movies. Cry at a funeral. Cry when you are hurt, or when somebody you love is hurt. It releases these emotions and allows us to cleanse ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.Make an awesome dessert. I like to make warm, soft chocolate cake. But even berries dipped in chocolate, or crepes with ice cream and fruit, or fresh apple pie, or homemade chocolate chip cookies or brownies, are great. This isn't an every day thing, but an occasional treat thing. But it's wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.Try something new, every week. Ask yourself: "What new thing shall I try this week?" Then be sure to do it. You don't have to learn a new language in one week, but seek new experiences. Give it a try. You might decide you want to keep it in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.Be in the moment. Instead of thinking about things you need to do, or things that have happened to you, or worrying or planning or regretting, think about what you are doing, right now. What is around you? What smells and sounds and sights and feelings are you experiencing? Learn to do this as much as possible through meditation, but also through bringing your focus back to the present as much as you can in everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written on 6/19/2007 by Leo Babauta, a writer, a runner and a vegetarian, and the owner of Zen Habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-7267961400917482536?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/7267961400917482536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=7267961400917482536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/7267961400917482536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/7267961400917482536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/05/found-this-little-gem-of-article-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-3981905507673492610</id><published>2010-05-20T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T22:29:00.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today while having dinner at a small diner along cityhall i thought i saw you walked past the window ... In your hand you were reading a book... for a moment i  thought of jumping out my seat and rush out of the diner to scream your name ... Instead i sat there frozen in my seat watching listlessly as the cars ad pedestrains walk on by ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-3981905507673492610?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/3981905507673492610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=3981905507673492610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/3981905507673492610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/3981905507673492610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/05/today-while-having-dinner-at-small.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-1386992076045222448</id><published>2010-05-17T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T07:28:25.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just love that glow on my skin after a good run ... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-1386992076045222448?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/1386992076045222448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=1386992076045222448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/1386992076045222448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/1386992076045222448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-just-love-that-glow-on-my-skin-after.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-2246629625636118573</id><published>2010-05-15T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T06:09:27.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Since the eyes are the mirrors to the soul, why not let the mouth be the interpreter of the heart?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Coco Chanel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-2246629625636118573?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/2246629625636118573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=2246629625636118573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/2246629625636118573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/2246629625636118573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/05/since-eyes-are-mirrors-to-soul-why-not.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-2571023415031851023</id><published>2010-05-10T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:20:00.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling super blissful after a wonderful dim sum dinner meal with family... Thank goodness for places like Dim Joy that serves dim sum all day :) ! ... I'm in dim sum heaven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think that i discovered this place by pure chance on a whimsical google search for all day dim sum places ... Truly a precious find :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-2571023415031851023?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/2571023415031851023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=2571023415031851023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/2571023415031851023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/2571023415031851023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/05/feeling-super-blissful-after-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-597608821880077353</id><published>2010-05-08T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T00:39:01.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is so much about my fate that I cannot control, but other things do fall under the jurisdiction. I can decide how I spend my time, whom I interact with, whom I share my body and life and money and energy with. I can select what I can read and eat and study. I can choose how I'm going to regard unfortunate circumstances in my life-whether I will see them as curses or opportunities. I can choose my words and the tone of voice in which I speak to others. And most of all, I can choose my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat Pray Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-597608821880077353?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/597608821880077353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=597608821880077353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/597608821880077353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/597608821880077353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/05/there-is-so-much-about-my-fate-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-3422697816550230057</id><published>2010-05-06T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T20:41:23.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The euphoric feeling after completing the 6km JP Morgan race is just unexplainable... in my life i never thought i would join a race like this ... 11,000++ people running, jogging &amp;amp; walking towards the same goal ... simply an amazing experience. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Date: Thursday, 6 May 2010&lt;br /&gt;Place: Esplanade Bridge (start) and F1 Pit Bldg. (finish)&lt;br /&gt;Start: 6:00pm &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PIY1aSQB2Ww/S-Ta0btnF4I/AAAAAAAAAP8/YEy30JSjQA0/s1600/BW9E1827%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468736441861740418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PIY1aSQB2Ww/S-Ta0btnF4I/AAAAAAAAAP8/YEy30JSjQA0/s320/BW9E1827%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-3422697816550230057?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/3422697816550230057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=3422697816550230057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/3422697816550230057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/3422697816550230057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/05/eupohoric-feeling-after-completing-6km.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PIY1aSQB2Ww/S-Ta0btnF4I/AAAAAAAAAP8/YEy30JSjQA0/s72-c/BW9E1827%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15095437.post-9179146618407474243</id><published>2010-05-05T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T20:47:01.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All that we are is the result of what we have thought. If a man speaks or act with an evil thought, pain follows him, as the wheel follows the foot of the ox that draws the carriage. If a man speaks or act with a pure thought, happiness follows him, like a shadow that never leaves him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Buddha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-9179146618407474243?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/9179146618407474243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=9179146618407474243&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/9179146618407474243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/9179146618407474243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/05/all-that-we-are-is-result-of-what-we.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15095437.post-7350416774021999705</id><published>2010-05-02T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T20:34:46.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I give pure love, and pure love is given to me." - Affirmation for life path 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3,6 and 9 are a Natural match in Numerology' and here is all that energy in one person. The 3 has the ability to laugh and communicate; the 6 is the nurturer, being in charge and taking care of others. The 9 is the number of completion, loaded with wisdom and insight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the 36/9 are in love' they are very clear about it. You do not have to wonder, because they will shoy about their love from the rooftops. If they are living on the negative side of 9, they can still be nursing hurts from their past. If that is the case, then this is something they have to work through to be in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always suggest that this particular energy is best when performing teaching, doing motivational speaking, or even running a little theatre group. If they do not use their creativity, the 36/9 will feel miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they have found the right love, they're able to freely express their needs and wants and can abandon their mask of supreme self-reliance.They finally give themselves permission to admit that they could use some help. That is the lesson that they must learn, and if they find the right partner, the sky's the limit for their sex and love life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-7350416774021999705?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/7350416774021999705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=7350416774021999705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/7350416774021999705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/7350416774021999705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-give-pure-love-and-pure-love-is-given.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-6527329159555011198</id><published>2010-05-01T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T20:35:03.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love hearing the bell that chimes at 12pm on every first day of the month ... Hearing it seems to remind me that it's a new month .. A new beginning once again and to let go of all unhappiness that happened in days before... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-6527329159555011198?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/6527329159555011198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=6527329159555011198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/6527329159555011198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/6527329159555011198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-love-hearing-bell-that-chimes-at-12pm.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-1612738084105920134</id><published>2010-04-30T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T04:46:09.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank goodness for water proof mascaras ... I was able to let those tears run freely with emotion ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-1612738084105920134?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/1612738084105920134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=1612738084105920134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/1612738084105920134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/1612738084105920134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/04/thank-goodness-for-water-proof-mascaras.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-2987795691157211824</id><published>2010-04-27T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T12:27:00.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You were given life, it is your duty (and also your entitlement as a human being) to find something beautiful within life, no matter how slight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eat Pray Love , Elizabeth Gilbert (Italy Chapter)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-2987795691157211824?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/2987795691157211824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=2987795691157211824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/2987795691157211824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/2987795691157211824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-were-given-life-it-is-your-duty-and.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-5287860152472496797</id><published>2010-04-26T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T07:25:11.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A piping hot plate of meatball spaghetthi ... The best comfort food on a cold and rainy day ... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-5287860152472496797?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/5287860152472496797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=5287860152472496797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/5287860152472496797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/5287860152472496797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/04/piping-hot-plate-of-meatball-spaghetthi.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-6037665401403998271</id><published>2010-04-25T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T07:59:20.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The tree that bear witness to the end of our relationship have bloomed bright fiery  red flowers. Seeing this miracle of nature have brought me much inner peace and closure that i've been long searching for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-6037665401403998271?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/6037665401403998271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=6037665401403998271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/6037665401403998271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/6037665401403998271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/04/tree-that-bear-witness-to-end-of-our.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-9026064134016565950</id><published>2010-04-24T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T07:44:59.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hairwashes and Pedicures ...&lt;br /&gt;I'm pampered from head to toe today ...&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate decadent treat for myself ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-9026064134016565950?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/9026064134016565950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=9026064134016565950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/9026064134016565950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/9026064134016565950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/04/hairwashes-and-pedicures.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-2709003587131098327</id><published>2010-04-23T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T20:43:03.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Here comes the sunshine"&lt;br /&gt;written in block letters across the back of someone's t-shirt ...&lt;br /&gt;Is this a sign of better things to come ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-2709003587131098327?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/2709003587131098327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=2709003587131098327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/2709003587131098327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/2709003587131098327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-comes-sunshine-written-across-back.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-1098776171697633511</id><published>2010-04-22T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T08:05:27.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_t7jWb_C6YU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_t7jWb_C6YU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Two of my favourite guys from Discovery Channel at the same place at the same time ? Weeeeeeee !!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-1098776171697633511?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/1098776171697633511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=1098776171697633511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/1098776171697633511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/1098776171697633511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/04/two-of-my-favourite-guys-from-discovery.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-3925755131972901448</id><published>2010-04-18T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T20:47:14.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIY1aSQB2Ww/S8rzhuQpF_I/AAAAAAAAAPs/v5Ic_W-_8xU/s1600/Terrasse-de-Cafe-la-Nuit--C10280635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461445258819213298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIY1aSQB2Ww/S8rzhuQpF_I/AAAAAAAAAPs/v5Ic_W-_8xU/s320/Terrasse-de-Cafe-la-Nuit--C10280635.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Terrasse de Cafe la Nuit - Vincent Van Gogh &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night i wasn't able to sleep and was just searching in general pictures of broadwalk paintings. I've always had a fascination with such paintings for quite a while now. While searching i came across this painting. I remembered seeing this painting while i was having my favourite meatball spaghetti many years back and just thinking how beautiful it was. At that time i even tried to take a picture of it from a distance using my handphone . It was only until last night that i finally found out the name of the painting and the name of the artist who painted the painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-3925755131972901448?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/3925755131972901448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=3925755131972901448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/3925755131972901448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/3925755131972901448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/04/terrasse-de-cafe-la-nuit-vincent-van.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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/_PIY1aSQB2Ww/S8rzhuQpF_I/AAAAAAAAAPs/v5Ic_W-_8xU/s72-c/Terrasse-de-Cafe-la-Nuit--C10280635.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15095437.post-6867608619079069296</id><published>2010-04-17T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T07:46:37.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Dr. Seuss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-6867608619079069296?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/6867608619079069296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=6867608619079069296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/6867608619079069296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/6867608619079069296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/04/be-who-you-are-and-say-what-you-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-8694734917379170617</id><published>2010-04-15T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T06:52:13.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIY1aSQB2Ww/S8sLwmxR9sI/AAAAAAAAAP0/dS0SMsGfdMA/s1600/W020090211565704373533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461471902785730242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIY1aSQB2Ww/S8sLwmxR9sI/AAAAAAAAAP0/dS0SMsGfdMA/s320/W020090211565704373533.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lantern festival in Shi Fen,Taiwan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Always wondered where this Lantern festival was held, last night while watching discovery travel and living channel i finally found out that this festival is held in a remote village called Shi Fen in Taiwan. Hopefully in my life time i will get a chance to head out there to make a wish on one of those lanterns. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-8694734917379170617?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/8694734917379170617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=8694734917379170617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/8694734917379170617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/8694734917379170617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/04/lantern-festival-in-shi-fentaiwan.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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/_PIY1aSQB2Ww/S8sLwmxR9sI/AAAAAAAAAP0/dS0SMsGfdMA/s72-c/W020090211565704373533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15095437.post-8644512984943048982</id><published>2010-04-11T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T07:13:25.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shug Avery: I think it pisses God off when you walk by the color purple in a field and don't notice it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Color Purple, Alice Walker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching the movie "The Color Purple", i've always put off watching the movie mainly because i knew a major part of the movie would revolve around abuse and violence towards woman during the early 1900's. However, it was so much more than that. And i was pleasantly surprised how uplifting the movie was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e7ZT5sajkys&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e7ZT5sajkys&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;One of my favourite scenes from the movie =) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-8644512984943048982?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/8644512984943048982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=8644512984943048982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/8644512984943048982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/8644512984943048982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/04/shug-avery-i-think-it-pisses-god-off.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-4897949088775765142</id><published>2010-04-10T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T19:22:30.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night i dreamt i was floating down a river and i convinced a man to release a fish back in to the river that he was planning on cooking for dinner. Not very sure what's the significance of the dream but i felt happy about it when i woke up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish are lucky in dreams, representing spiritual growth and transformation. To see fish swimming in your dream signifies insights from your unconscious mind. To dream of catching a fish represents important insights about yourself and your life which have been brought to the surface.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-4897949088775765142?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/4897949088775765142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=4897949088775765142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/4897949088775765142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/4897949088775765142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/04/last-night-i-dreamt-i-was-floating-down.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-2649349338989552353</id><published>2010-04-09T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T06:06:30.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Last week we went to the museum. A whole whale is hanging from the ceiling. Bigger than big! OK, have you seen a Volkswagon car that's like a bug? Um huh, you know what I'm talking about. That's how big the heart of a blue whale is. I know it's not possible, but if that heart was in me, could I love more?...I would like to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Precious: Based On The Novel Push, Sapphire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-2649349338989552353?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/2649349338989552353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=2649349338989552353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/2649349338989552353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/2649349338989552353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/04/last-week-we-went-to-museum.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-3206948905430867128</id><published>2010-04-07T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T20:53:26.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday over dinner my mother asked me what would i do if i were to see you on the streets again ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly i have no idea... Would i stop to smile at you and say "Hi" ?... Or would i just walk on and pretend that i didn't see you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is i'll never know for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-3206948905430867128?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/3206948905430867128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=3206948905430867128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/3206948905430867128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/3206948905430867128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/04/yesterday-over-dinner-my-mother-asked.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-5650836543765193483</id><published>2010-04-04T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T04:30:46.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iYmmh9zkpQM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iYmmh9zkpQM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In New York&lt;br /&gt;Concrete jungle where dreams are made of&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can't do&lt;br /&gt;Now you're in New York&lt;br /&gt;These streets will make you feel brand new&lt;br /&gt;Big lights will inspire you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia Keys - Empire State Of Mind Part II&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-5650836543765193483?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/5650836543765193483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=5650836543765193483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/5650836543765193483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/5650836543765193483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-new-york-concrete-jungle-where.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-5154247609772335844</id><published>2010-03-27T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T20:32:04.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you forgive people enough, you belong to them, and they to you, whether either person likes it or not - squatter's rights of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- James Hilton, Time and Time Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the biggest quesion I have is: what if, say, we happened to run into each other again, now that you have gone your way and I have gone mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think we'd go out to lunch, and after all this time I could probably still order for you and get it right. But these are not the details that I wonder about. Would i show you the pictures of the children in my wallet ? Would you twist a wedding band unconciously while you were speaking ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we would talk about it: your leaving. I believe you thought that leaving would set you free ; surely you know better now. Even if you take yourself away from the person who hold you fast, if that person still thinks you are his, you always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graham scanned the faces of the jury. They weren't giving anything away.'You know', he said softly,'I understand what makes you nervous. It's unsettling to hear about a man who loved his wife so much that he'd be capable of doing this. It makes us all feel a little guilty, because we probably wouldn't go to such an extreme. Admitting that Jamie had the courage to do such a thing also forces us to admit &lt;i&gt;we&lt;/i&gt; wouldn't. That &lt;i&gt;we&lt;/i&gt; don't have the same kind of strength, or the same depth of emotion for our husbands and wives and lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It's very strange to talk about love at a trial like this. More often you hear about hate. Hate drove him to take out a rifle and gun down all the people on the Long Island Railroad. Hate drove him to set a bomb in a London pub. It's clearly believable to us that hate can spur a person to action. Why not love ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'After all, if hate can steal our sanity, so can love. Love can rob a person of his power of reason. We,ve heard it all before: &lt;i&gt;Oh, what can you expect from him, he's in love. Or, Love is blind. Or Love conquers all.&lt;/i&gt; Think of the strength we attribute to love in our cliches, Is there any doubt that we're vulnerable to it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mercy, Jodi Picoult&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-5154247609772335844?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/5154247609772335844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=5154247609772335844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/5154247609772335844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/5154247609772335844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-you-forgive-people-enough-you-belong.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-4941744635804886485</id><published>2010-03-27T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T09:44:54.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIY1aSQB2Ww/S64wGSvETVI/AAAAAAAAAPk/RkksgcUrpsk/s1600/270320101179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453349083458850130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIY1aSQB2Ww/S64wGSvETVI/AAAAAAAAAPk/RkksgcUrpsk/s400/270320101179.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Quiet afternoon naps ... :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-4941744635804886485?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/4941744635804886485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=4941744635804886485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/4941744635804886485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/4941744635804886485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/03/quiet-afternoon-naps.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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/_PIY1aSQB2Ww/S64wGSvETVI/AAAAAAAAAPk/RkksgcUrpsk/s72-c/270320101179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15095437.post-3797591286388807602</id><published>2010-03-27T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T19:49:03.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EVBsypHzF3U&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EVBsypHzF3U&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love how the video is so Quentin Tarantino inspired =)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're sorry the number you have reached is not in service at this time.&lt;br /&gt;Please check the number, or try your call again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lady GaGa &amp; Beyonce, Telephone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-3797591286388807602?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/3797591286388807602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=3797591286388807602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/3797591286388807602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/3797591286388807602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-just-love-how-video-is-so-quentin.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-589269231895091718</id><published>2010-03-23T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T19:29:20.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night i dreamt of a choir of singing Angels ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered one of them singing to me to look forward into the future ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly my alarm rang cutting short this sweet dream ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels in dreams are the personification of a divine idea that has occured to us. Angels appear in our dreams when we are examining our attitudes, and indicate that we need to also examine our motivations. The Angel is a messenger. When we take the time to trust and soul-search, they will lead us to new insights and new directions. Dream appearances of Angels also indicate a strong desire of harmony, guidance, strength, friendship and emotional connection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-589269231895091718?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/589269231895091718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=589269231895091718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/589269231895091718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/589269231895091718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-night-i-dreamt-of-choir-of-singing.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-4667735737537058582</id><published>2010-03-22T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T19:46:08.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just as i plug in my ear phones this morning ..."Forever Young" was playing on my favourite radio station .. Immediately it brought me back to a different time ... a different space when we both were happy and had no worries with what tomorrow might bring ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-4667735737537058582?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/4667735737537058582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=4667735737537058582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/4667735737537058582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/4667735737537058582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-as-i-plug-in-my-ear-phones-this.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</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-15095437.post-6899757014544507351</id><published>2010-03-21T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T06:50:33.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NRqtKLskPQs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NRqtKLskPQs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ev'rywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy&lt;br /&gt;'Cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy&lt;br /&gt;But what can a poor boy do&lt;br /&gt;Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band&lt;br /&gt;'Cause in sleepy London town&lt;br /&gt;There's just no place for a street fighting man&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Think the time is right for a palace revolution&lt;br /&gt;'Cause where I live the game to play is compromise solution&lt;br /&gt;Well, then what can a poor boy do&lt;br /&gt;Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band&lt;br /&gt;'Cause in sleepy London town&lt;br /&gt;There's just no place for a street fighting man&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Said my name is called disturbance&lt;br /&gt;I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servants&lt;br /&gt;Well, what can a poor boy do&lt;br /&gt;Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band&lt;br /&gt;'Cause in sleepy London town&lt;br /&gt;There's just no place for a street fighting man&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Street Fighting Man - The Rolling Stones &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15095437-6899757014544507351?l=thumbprint-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/feeds/6899757014544507351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15095437&amp;postID=6899757014544507351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/6899757014544507351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15095437/posts/default/6899757014544507351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thumbprint-.blogspot.com/2010/03/evrywhere-i-hear-sound-of-marching.html' title=''/><author><name>lipshtack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05850672024051179799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
