tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17278575544004410922024-03-14T02:45:51.588-05:00*A torn page from my diary*Dulce*http://www.blogger.com/profile/05320081206663948216noreply@blogger.comBlogger73125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1727857554400441092.post-81864950233752468042011-11-01T11:44:00.002-05:002011-11-01T11:47:40.190-05:00*Best EID Gift ever*<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-foiQsu04ZpA/TrAii14BM7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/ELS1VHTkRlw/s1600/Ahsan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-foiQsu04ZpA/TrAii14BM7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/ELS1VHTkRlw/s320/Ahsan.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-75S6_NMuDZA/TrAhtRMJO1I/AAAAAAAAAMs/lACqa6blHUw/s1600/Ahsan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-75S6_NMuDZA/TrAhtRMJO1I/AAAAAAAAAMs/lACqa6blHUw/s1600/Ahsan.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-75S6_NMuDZA/TrAhtRMJO1I/AAAAAAAAAMs/lACqa6blHUw/s1600/Ahsan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-75S6_NMuDZA/TrAhtRMJO1I/AAAAAAAAAMs/lACqa6blHUw/s1600/Ahsan.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-75S6_NMuDZA/TrAhtRMJO1I/AAAAAAAAAMs/lACqa6blHUw/s1600/Ahsan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-75S6_NMuDZA/TrAhtRMJO1I/AAAAAAAAAMs/lACqa6blHUw/s1600/Ahsan.jpg" /></a></div>*Dulce*http://www.blogger.com/profile/05320081206663948216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1727857554400441092.post-5012926946837157802011-07-28T08:45:00.000-05:002011-07-28T08:45:31.783-05:00*Old friends are like rain drops*<span style="color: #cc0000;">Refreshing</span> and<span style="color: #38761d;"> Invigorating</span>!*Dulce*http://www.blogger.com/profile/05320081206663948216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1727857554400441092.post-75550503052041403212011-04-25T14:34:00.000-05:002011-04-25T14:34:29.776-05:00*شکر*<div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><span style="font-size: large;">آج میں بھوت خوش ہوں. الله تا'لا نے آج مجھے وہ سب کچھ دے دیا جس کی میں سالو سے دعا کرتی تھی. شکریہ. اے خدا تیرا بھوت بھوت شکریہ. جتنا بھی شکر کروں کم ہے. آج میری ساری فکرات دور ہو گیں ہیں. <br />
</span></span></div>*Dulce*http://www.blogger.com/profile/05320081206663948216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1727857554400441092.post-42713724533897906992011-03-28T15:00:00.003-05:002011-03-28T15:03:18.400-05:00*Why did you lie?*<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.stuffintheair.com/images/Seasons_of_the_Year.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="305" src="http://www.stuffintheair.com/images/Seasons_of_the_Year.gif" width="320" /></a></div><span style="color: #38761d;">"What season of the year do you like?" Kids ask such easy questions, I think as I look into the little</span> eyes<span style="color: red;">. "I like winter." I reply thinking how easy was that!!! Ready to go on to another easy</span> question, I leisurely twirl a strand of my hair.<br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;">"Why not summer?" hmm thats easy too. "</span><span style="color: #0b5394;">because its too hot." I say. </span><br />
<div style="color: #0b5394;">"But isn't there even one thing you like about summers?"</div><div style="color: #38761d;">"well.....I DO like going back home and also the vacations ofcourse." </div><div style="color: #38761d;">"Aha! so you like summers too." </div><div style="color: red;">"I guess..." <i>now this is a good self revelation. </i></div><div style="color: red;">"and spring and fall?"</div><div style="color: #cc0000;">"erm.....well...now that I think of it, I DO like the colorul trees in fall and flowers in spring."</div><span style="color: #cc0000;">"uhum. i knew it!</span>"<br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;">"Knew what?"</span><br />
<div style="color: #3d85c6;">"I knew you were lying when you said you like winter!!! Why did you lie?"</div><span style="color: #0b5394;">"Can we go back to the easy questions?" </span>*Dulce*http://www.blogger.com/profile/05320081206663948216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1727857554400441092.post-20998640954688316152011-03-17T16:42:00.004-05:002011-03-18T08:24:01.664-05:00*Nothing I would change*<div align="justify"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #741b47;">There </span></span></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #741b47;">is not a single thing I would l</span></span></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #741b47;">ike to change about my life today. For I just realized that It is perfect as it is, even with its many imperfections. </span></span></span></span><span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;">It's not with money, or perfec</span></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #741b47;">tly tailored jobs that you find happiness. It is not with husbands with perfectly straight teeth or with c</span></span></span><span style="background-color: #741b47;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #741b47;">hildren well mannered; also not with untarnished silverware</span></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #741b47;"> or with a cottage near the sea side. I will tell you where happiness resi</span></span></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #741b47;">de. and I will tell you now. </span></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #741b47;">It resides in taking a moment to close your eyes an</span></span></span><span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;">d feel wind pass through your hair. It is found in g</span></span></span><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;">old t</span></span></span><span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;"></span></span></span><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;">hat</span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;">sun scatters everywhere. To the rich and to the poor, the same amount. With a chance of equal happiness should</span></span></span><span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;"> we make the best use of rain and our backyard. It resides everywhere</span></span></span><span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;"> </span></span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;"> </span></span><span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;">if we look through eyes of a child.</span></span></span><span style="color: #741b47;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;">Wonder </span></span></span></b><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;">dancing in our eyes, </span></span><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;">Faith</span></span></span></b><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;"> in our d</span></span></span><span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;">ecisions, </span></span><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;">Hoping</span></span></span></b><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;">for the best, </span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;">Praying</span></span></b></span><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;"> to the only </span></span><b><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;">One</span></span></b><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;"> who is able to provide (</span></span><b><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;">Allah</span></span></b><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;">), and above all </span></span><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;">Enjoying</span></span></span></b><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;"> whatever Allah has given. Being </span></span><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;">Grateful</span></span></span></b><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;"> is the only way to have all the riches in the w</span></span></span><span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="background-color: white;">orld.</span></span></span></div>*Dulce*http://www.blogger.com/profile/05320081206663948216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1727857554400441092.post-73034301520237651702011-03-14T10:09:00.003-05:002011-03-14T10:14:39.304-05:00*First time for everything*<span style="color: #7f6000;">I can't believe it. He talked to me very calmly for the very first time! I guess there is a first time for everything. </span><span style="color: #b45f06;">I am soooo Happy. Finally, things are moving towards betterment.</span><span style="color: #990000;"> Finally things would be as they should be. </span>*Dulce*http://www.blogger.com/profile/05320081206663948216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1727857554400441092.post-14321476220592283632011-03-08T15:01:00.000-06:002011-03-08T15:01:06.225-06:00*This is it*<span style="color: blue;">The campus looks awesome when the weather is cloudy outside. When I look outside my window, I can't help </span><span style="color: red;">but think, "This is it." This is what I want to do for the rest of my life. The univ campus is SO beautiful and </span><span style="color: magenta;">amazing!!! It reminds me of fairy tales and romantic love stories. =)</span>*Dulce*http://www.blogger.com/profile/05320081206663948216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1727857554400441092.post-17663545319600643852011-03-04T13:18:00.003-06:002011-03-09T13:23:50.026-06:00* winking cloud *<span style="color: #073763;">I promise it was winking!!! Okay - in order to make you understand the whole thing, I should start from the </span><span style="color: #0b5394;">beginning. So there I was, minding my own business....walking as usual to the University Hall to get </span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">something to eat when I look up at the sky and there is this cute cloud, blatantly winking at me!!! can you </span><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">imagine!!!! I was flabbergasted and I think I blushed a little too =)</span>*Dulce*http://www.blogger.com/profile/05320081206663948216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1727857554400441092.post-89759813460770851452011-03-04T09:40:00.003-06:002011-03-04T09:40:51.584-06:00*New Template*<div style="color: #0b5394;">I was getting awfully tired of the old one. :)</div>*Dulce*http://www.blogger.com/profile/05320081206663948216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1727857554400441092.post-80330754824885412882011-01-07T10:17:00.002-06:002011-01-07T10:33:12.231-06:00*Yaadein*<div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cc0000; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Log toh aatay hain, chalay jaatay hain</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cc0000; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Dunya ka dastoor yahi</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #134f5c; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Tum usko magar dhundhalne na do</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #134f5c; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Uski yaad ka diya pighalne na do</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #351c75; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Rakho ge gar yaadon mein ussay</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #351c75; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Toh har baat uski ho jayegi amar</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Gar jo sochoge usko sham o pahar</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Paoge usko tum paas bhar</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Magar yaadon mein nami dekho lana nahi</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Kisi ki yaad ko gham banana nahi</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #0c343d; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Yaadein toh khoobsurat hoti hain</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #0c343d; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Jeenay ki ek tamanna, ek lau hoti hain</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #660000; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Unse muskarahat dekho aa jaane do</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #660000; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Yaadon ko amar tum ho jaane do<br />
-Sana </div>*Dulce*http://www.blogger.com/profile/05320081206663948216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1727857554400441092.post-60672314805964866082011-01-07T10:14:00.003-06:002011-01-07T13:46:06.114-06:00*Manzil kahiN nahiN*<div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cc0000; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Manzilain toh daurh aati hain, raasta khula rakhna</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0b5394; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Ek band darwaze ki aarh mein khidhki khuli rakhna</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Ahat na ho jiske aane ki, aisi cheez hai takdeer</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #20124d; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Uski roshni hi uske aane ki aamad battiyati hai</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Who roshni bhi toh magar, tabhi chann ke aati hai</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cc0000; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Jo band darwaze ki aarh mein, khidhki chuli nazar aati hai<br />
-Sana </div>*Dulce*http://www.blogger.com/profile/05320081206663948216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1727857554400441092.post-33866388193323983782010-12-22T08:12:00.004-06:002011-01-07T10:33:23.670-06:00**Teenage Romance**<div style="color: #0b5394;">Yes, I want it...... I want a Teenage romance.</div><div style="color: purple;">Oh to be able to feel someone's arms around me</div><div style="color: #741b47;">and know that He feels butterflies too, in his stomach</div><div style="color: #b45f06;">and He too loves the smell of my fragrance as I do his, Yes!</div><br />
<div style="color: #b45f06;">I want it.... not that I had it when in my teens</div><div style="color: #674ea7;">Maybe that's why I am still seeking it....believing it....that someday it will....happen so, as i want it</div><span style="color: #6aa84f;">somehow, someone would appear from the dark <span style="color: black;">shadows of doubt</span> and embrace me like Cinderella or </span><span style="color: #990000;">kiss me as if I am snow white?</span><br />
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<div style="color: #e06666;">Oh boy, do I want it! </div><br />
<div style="color: #38761d;">to feel the honey dew drops on my lips as his lips touch mine</div><span style="color: #0b5394;">I want it, As our breaths run away and we make an orchard with only our hands, and out come </span><span style="color: purple;">b<span style="color: #b45f06;">u</span><span style="color: #cc0000;">t</span>t<span style="color: #274e13;">e</span>r<span style="color: #b45f06;">f</span>l<span style="color: #cc0000;">i</span>e<span style="background-color: white; color: #134f5c;">s</span> and all the beautiful things that can, I want it.</span><br />
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</div><div style="color: #674ea7;">Magic made by his hands as he take a strand and brush it away from my eyes and my eyes twinkle</div><span style="color: #bf9000;">in this romance and I live! after a thousand deaths as he says my name with that love in his voice and I </span><span style="color: #134f5c;">swing around and meet him half way, on an old rusted bridge, as if two lovers meeting at the end of a </span><span style="color: #0b5394;">fairytale, I want it!</span><br />
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<div style="color: #7f6000;">Yes, I want it......that Teenage romance...<br />
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-Sana </div>*Dulce*http://www.blogger.com/profile/05320081206663948216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1727857554400441092.post-29196945291235256752010-12-13T13:38:00.005-06:002011-01-07T10:33:41.092-06:00**Join hands with me; let's walk towards a lighter heart**<div style="color: #3d85c6;">There was a game we used to play in my Sunday school at the Mosque. It went something like this: You state something you hate about your life (if has to be something you really really hate or regret) and then you add "Allhumdullilah" and then state something that you have instead of that bad thing.</div><br />
<div style="color: #674ea7;">Let's create some positive energy; I will start. </div><br />
<div style="color: #bf9000;">I<span style="color: #cc0000;"> HATE</span> living so far away from Ammi jaan, but Allhudullilah, i know she is right there when i need her, only one phone call away.</div><br />
<span style="color: purple;">Your turn!</span>*Dulce*http://www.blogger.com/profile/05320081206663948216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1727857554400441092.post-1982529671423872312010-12-02T11:29:00.005-06:002010-12-02T12:41:49.721-06:00*I am the bestest sister in the world! *<div style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Just when u think life is so bland, you are reminded of how colorful it really is, if you just open ur eyes...... :) I love you, my Yummy!</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">11:24</span></div><div style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Innocent Pari</span></div><div style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">hmmm</span></div><div style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">awwwwwwwwwww cute </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">11:26</span></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sana</span></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">:)</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">11:26</span></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Innocent Pari</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">http://funmail.com/publish/new?search_result_id=6075272</span></div><div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">this is 4 u </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">11:28</span></div><div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sana</span></div><div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww</span></div><div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">thats beautiful!</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">11:27</span></div><div style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Innocent Pari</span></div><div style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">heheheh </span></div><div style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">ap se zyaada nai hai </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">11:28</span></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sana</span></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">hehehehe</span></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: small;">Innocent Pari</span><br />
<span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: small;">11:28</span><br />
<span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: small;">heeheheh </span></div><div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #0b5394;"><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">(giggling is a genetic disorder that runs in my family from my mother's side)</span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHwe8mIQFiA/TPfZNR3p7wI/AAAAAAAAAJs/HjbZ0FW34SY/s1600/from+yumna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHwe8mIQFiA/TPfZNR3p7wI/AAAAAAAAAJs/HjbZ0FW34SY/s1600/from+yumna.jpg" /></a></span></div></div>*Dulce*http://www.blogger.com/profile/05320081206663948216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1727857554400441092.post-1613378076103591032010-11-24T10:16:00.004-06:002010-12-02T12:42:37.855-06:00Yay!!!! Vacations!!!Oh how shall I spend thee, my love,<span style="color: #cc0000;"> let</span><span style="color: #b45f06;"> me</span> <span style="background-color: white; color: #bf9000;">count</span> <span style="color: #38761d;">the</span> <span style="color: #0b5394;">ways</span>......*Dulce*http://www.blogger.com/profile/05320081206663948216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1727857554400441092.post-28749815965039684282010-11-23T08:25:00.006-06:002011-01-07T10:34:04.019-06:00*Amazing sight*<div style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: red;">While walking towards the university today, </span><span style="color: #783f04;">A tree was so kind as to shower me with its leaves lovingly! </span><span style="color: #660000;">It was like something out of a romance movie. </span><span style="color: #e69138;"><span style="color: orange;">As soon as I stepped under it, these yellow and <span style="color: red;">orange</span></span> </span><span style="color: red;">leaves started falling all over me as the wind gushed by.</span> <span style="color: #783f04;">It was an amazing feeling!!!! I am gonna be </span><span style="color: #660000;">smiling all day today :) and if you see me smile,</span> <span style="color: orange;">you know the reason behind it.</span><br />
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</div><span style="color: orange;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">It seems as if the nature is also pitching in for my plan of a happier blog! </span></span></div>*Dulce*http://www.blogger.com/profile/05320081206663948216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1727857554400441092.post-44420465285581866752010-11-21T05:55:00.001-06:002010-11-21T05:55:19.169-06:00*peace*<br>Breathe in.......breathe out<br />*Dulce*http://www.blogger.com/profile/05320081206663948216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1727857554400441092.post-91535187976639554922010-11-15T09:44:00.004-06:002010-11-15T12:49:17.317-06:00*titli, khwaab, main aur aaj*<div style="color: purple;">Ek rang birangi titli ke jaisa</div><div style="color: purple;">Hai mera Khwaab.... aur kuch bhi nahi</div><div style="color: purple;"><br />
</div><div style="color: purple;">Bachpann mein jaise nanhe haathon se</div><div style="color: purple;">usko paana chahti thi main</div><div style="color: purple;"><br />
</div><div style="color: purple;">Aaj bhi waise haath badhaya</div><div style="color: purple;">bachpann ke jaise, aankhon ko meecha</div><div style="color: purple;"><br />
</div><div style="color: purple;">Dua bhi ki thi hazaar....magar</div><div style="color: purple;">titli toh panchi jaisi hai, aur khwaab?</div><div style="color: purple;">woh bhi toh panchi jaisa hai...</div><div style="color: purple;"><br />
</div><div style="color: purple;">udhte rehna kaam dono ka....</div><div style="color: purple;">Asha karna bas mera kaam</div>*Dulce*http://www.blogger.com/profile/05320081206663948216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1727857554400441092.post-66778763750042798522010-11-10T15:07:00.001-06:002010-11-10T15:08:25.117-06:00*Lone Wolf*<div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>"Well, in wolf pack, we are all jerks. But when you see a lone wolf. You see his sweet side."</i></span></div>*Dulce*http://www.blogger.com/profile/05320081206663948216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1727857554400441092.post-53264626382846095182010-11-09T15:50:00.001-06:002010-11-09T15:51:30.108-06:00*Life*<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHwe8mIQFiA/TNnCLcc5EsI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ItUay8437wU/s1600/33638_145690628810791_100001095646978_231018_7329266_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHwe8mIQFiA/TNnCLcc5EsI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ItUay8437wU/s320/33638_145690628810791_100001095646978_231018_7329266_n.jpg" width="226" /></a></div>*Dulce*http://www.blogger.com/profile/05320081206663948216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1727857554400441092.post-65983057901507411212010-11-07T12:31:00.003-06:002010-11-12T10:50:43.631-06:00*Hush, little baby, don't say a word*<div style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>People come to me when they want a shoulder to cry on. I know exactly how to make someone feel better or at least lessen their burden. I am so wise, they tell me. I am very composed. Yet here I am.....my whole existence flickering like a candle flame in a storm.</i></div>*Dulce*http://www.blogger.com/profile/05320081206663948216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1727857554400441092.post-53504542527670225722010-11-03T22:00:00.006-05:002011-03-17T16:50:22.864-05:00**Jealousy**<div style="color: purple; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><m:smallfrac m:val="off"> <m:dispdef> <m:lmargin m:val="0"> <m:rmargin m:val="0"> <m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"> <m:wrapindent m:val="1440"> <m:intlim m:val="subSup"> <m:narylim m:val="undOvr"> </m:narylim></m:intlim> </m:wrapindent> </m:defjc></m:rmargin></m:lmargin></m:dispdef></m:smallfrac></span></i></div><div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: purple; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"><b>Y</b>es, I feel it. I have felt it many times in fact. I recall this one patch of time in my past when chah ke bhi I couldn’t control my jealousy. That’s when an angel taught me a lesson of a lifetime. It said, “Jealousy Pyar dikhata hai” And now that I think of it….its true. Shayad Pyar ka doosra naam hi jealousy hai. We all experience it at one time or another in our lives. Sometimes when someone we love dearly starts showing more interest in someone else, we get this feeling inside. Our heart starts to scream, “Nooooo!” The root cause? Fear of losing him/her. Toh yeh toh achhi baat hoi na? Then why is jealousy a bad word? Well, it all depends on how we handle jealousy; what we do with our emotions; if we let our jealousy make us do things we normally might not do. After all, Amal ka dar-o-madar niyat pe hota hai.</span></i></div><div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: purple; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">If you are feeling jealous. Keep feeling it. That's a good sign. A sign that, that person means something very special to you. But don't just stop there. Take a step ahead of nature and control your actions. Don't let your jealousy ruin yours or someone else's life. Because it does have that potential, you know. Saab kuch jala kar raakh karne ki potential. </span></i></div>*Dulce*http://www.blogger.com/profile/05320081206663948216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1727857554400441092.post-66611309801483403782010-11-03T21:27:00.006-05:002010-11-12T10:50:25.057-06:00*I promise*<span style="font-size: x-large;"><m:smallfrac m:val="off"> <m:dispdef> <m:lmargin m:val="0"> <m:rmargin m:val="0"> <m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"> <m:wrapindent m:val="1440"> <m:intlim m:val="subSup"> <m:narylim m:val="undOvr"> </m:narylim></m:intlim> </m:wrapindent> <m:smallfrac m:val="off"> <m:dispdef> <m:lmargin m:val="0"> <m:rmargin m:val="0"> <m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"> <m:wrapindent m:val="1440"> <m:intlim m:val="subSup"> <m:narylim m:val="undOvr"> </m:narylim></m:intlim> </m:wrapindent> </m:defjc></m:rmargin></m:lmargin></m:dispdef></m:smallfrac><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><i><span style="color: purple;">Do it right the first time. Second time just wastes time</span>. <b> </b></i></span> <br />
</m:defjc></m:rmargin></m:lmargin></m:dispdef></m:smallfrac></span>*Dulce*http://www.blogger.com/profile/05320081206663948216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1727857554400441092.post-74525395853874885502010-11-02T14:43:00.003-05:002010-11-02T14:44:03.417-05:00*Extremely*<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHwe8mIQFiA/TNBpzdk-CmI/AAAAAAAAAIw/jHu9gc78k5E/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHwe8mIQFiA/TNBpzdk-CmI/AAAAAAAAAIw/jHu9gc78k5E/s320/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>*Dulce*http://www.blogger.com/profile/05320081206663948216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1727857554400441092.post-78728165164784910042010-10-30T18:53:00.005-05:002010-11-12T10:49:56.134-06:00*Tired*<i><span style="font-size: small;"><m:smallfrac m:val="off"> <m:dispdef> <m:lmargin m:val="0"> <m:rmargin m:val="0"> <m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"> <m:wrapindent m:val="1440"> <m:intlim m:val="subSup"> <m:narylim m:val="undOvr"> </m:narylim></m:intlim> </m:wrapindent> </m:defjc></m:rmargin></m:lmargin></m:dispdef></m:smallfrac></span></i><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="line-height: 115%;">I am tired....tired of life. How ungrateful of me! I know....but how do you control your emotions? </span></i></span></div>*Dulce*http://www.blogger.com/profile/05320081206663948216noreply@blogger.com