<?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-6988167848287934292</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:08:59.787-08:00</updated><category term='Salty Coffee-Love Sotry'/><category term='Face of the Blog-Contest'/><category term='Love-Images'/><category term='Love Quotes'/><category term='FRIENDSHIP'/><category term='Love?'/><category term='Love or Friendship?'/><category term='FRIENDSHIP-Images'/><category term='Friendship Quotes'/><title type='text'>LOVE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love4everu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6988167848287934292/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love4everu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rahul Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133172908918614512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi6xskePPm4/Sy23F9H7y1I/AAAAAAAAACE/tJGVZfqDjRo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6988167848287934292.post-2762112535112910172</id><published>2010-12-15T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T00:58:37.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Message</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi6xskePPm4/TQmuQBt02WI/AAAAAAAAATw/8vMOabO0GmU/s1600/Never.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://love4everu.blogspot.com/2010/12/message.html "&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi6xskePPm4/TQmuQBt02WI/AAAAAAAAATw/8vMOabO0GmU/s1600/Never.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cellphone's beeping sound woke me up one night. Used to receiving important messages only, I grabbed my cell and sleepily pushed the keys and read the message.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi there! Care 2 b my txtmate?"&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing who the sender was, I deleted the message right away and placed the phone on my bedside table, I tried to go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I had just closed my eyes when I heard the message tone again.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi there, again! Care 2 b my txtmate?" again, the message said.&lt;br /&gt;"Who the hell could this be asking for txtmate at the wee hours of the night?" I asked myself.&lt;br /&gt;Again, without bothering to reply I deleted the message.&lt;br /&gt;I was never a 'textmaniac' - someone who enjoys texting anyone and everyone even at the wee hours of night, not to mention during the day. My parents, who were always out of the country forced me to own a cellphone. They told me that having one was more convenient - they could monitor me even if they're miles away.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to turn the unit off, but since my mother was fond of calling me at night, just to check if I was safe at home, I decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was to close my eyes and return to my dreamless sleep, the phone beeped again.&lt;br /&gt;Same number...Such determination!&lt;br /&gt;"Ply reply 2 dis msg &amp;amp; b an angel &amp;amp; save me frm dis abyss of emptiness!!!"&lt;br /&gt;I never knew why, but the message struck me. I got up and pushed the keys... I just realized I was replying to the message.&lt;br /&gt;"Im not an angel, n f u want som1 2 save u, m not superman... I'm just a simple prson who u wake up at dis r of my nyt!!! Nway, do I know u?" I typed.&lt;br /&gt;Seconds later came the reply.&lt;br /&gt;"Nope. U don't know dis lonely soul. Nor does she know u. But I want 2 b ur frnd. I'm Milli. U?"&lt;br /&gt;"Just call me Rohan. How'd u get my no.?" I sent back.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Rohan, nice 2 meet u. Just shuffled the last two digits of mine," she replied.&lt;br /&gt;That was the first and maybe the last time I met someone over the cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;We exchanged messages and learned so much about each other that night. We only said goodbye when my alarm clock rang at 5:00 AM! I had to prepare for school!&lt;br /&gt;And that was also how it all started. A day would not pass without it loving and thoughtful messages from her. It was only then I had learned to appreciate text messages and become eager and excited everytime my phone beeped, hoping it would be her.&lt;br /&gt;Milli brought out something about me that I never knew I had; I realized I could also be a romantic person... even if it's just through text messaging.&lt;br /&gt;"Keep me as an frnd &amp;amp; I will keep u in my heart. Lock it up &amp;amp; throw away d key so dat no1 can evr tke u away from me..."&lt;br /&gt;One day, she sent this message to me.&lt;br /&gt;I replied: 'In life, we seldom find a true prson &amp;amp; f u evr find 1, hold on &amp;amp; nvr let go... value dat prson coz it's lyf's gift worth keeping &amp;amp; holdin on..."&lt;br /&gt;I never knew why, but her response sent shivers to my spine, " Value d people hu hav touched ur life bcoz u will never know just wen dey will walk out of ur lyf &amp;amp; nvr come back again."&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't understand what I felt that moment, but one thing I was sure though... I could not go on a day without a single word from her. I'd become used to having her, eventhough we had not met personally. But truly, she already occupied a space, a large one, in fact in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I texted her back. "Dont come close f l8r ull jst pass by; don't touch me f l8r ull jst let me cry; dont luv me f l8r ull jst leave me and won't stay..."&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know why I sent her that message, but somehow I felt, every word came from my heart. In the short span of time we were sending messages to each other, I knew, I was starting to keep her in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I called her once. The voice on the other end was like an angel's. Soft, kind, full of love. Yet, there was something in it I couldn't define. We only talked for a few minutes. Before she hung up, she told me not to call again. According to her, it would be better if we would just text each other.&lt;br /&gt;But the voice kept ringing, not only in my head, but in my heart, I'd long to hear it once more. I tried to call her again, but she never answered the phone. She just kept on sending messages and quotations, which I copied in a little notebook. Hopeless romantic? I didn't know. All I could say was that all the messages she sent me were wonderful, they came from the heart and cut through the heart. She was looking at me straight into the eyes, and I could really feel the sadness in her voice and I swear, there was something in her voice and I swear, there was something in those lovely yet lonely eyes...&lt;br /&gt;She got up and smiled at me, lovingly.&lt;br /&gt;"Tomorrow morning, please come and visit me," he said and gave me a piece of white linen paper.&lt;br /&gt;I read what was written and when I looked up, she was gone. The following day, Christmas, I woke up early and excitedly readied myself,thinking of her. I hurriedly went to flower shop and bought a dozen pink roses - for Milli.&lt;br /&gt;They lived in an exclusive subdivision.&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching their house, I told the guard who I was and that I was looking for Milli.&lt;br /&gt;The guard stared at me, sadness and amazement in his eyes and told me to wait as he called the owner of the house. As I looked at him while he was going inside the house, only then I noticed that the house was brightly lit.&lt;br /&gt;A woman went out and walked towards me, smiling sadly.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, I'm Maria, Milli's mother. Please come inside, Rohan." While we were walking towards the mansion, she explained to me why she knew me very well - Milli had always been talking about her friend, Rohan. I hardly understood what she was saying. I was busy thinking why Milli's mother was crying while talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;As we came near the great hall of the house, it dawned on me that there was a wake inside, Maybe, a relative passed away, I thought. But deep in my heart, I was trembling and afraid.&lt;br /&gt;As we entered the hall where so many people were silently mourning while others were praying, shaking, I asked her mother. "Where is Milli?"&lt;br /&gt;She held my hand and silently, led me to the coffin which was surrounded by flowers - pink roses, nothing but pinkroses.&lt;br /&gt;No words could explain how I felt when I gazed at the coffin and saw who was lying there. The same beautiful girl I met...&lt;br /&gt;A man came beside me, I knew he was Milli's father.&lt;br /&gt;"We are so glad you came, Rohan. Milli talked of you all the time. She even asked that her phone be buried with her.&lt;br /&gt;She said that in that way, you could still send her messages and you would always be with her."&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe everything... My mind was in limbo.&lt;br /&gt;"But how can this be? We just saw each other yesterday."&lt;br /&gt;"That can't possibly be. She passed away three days ago. She had been suffering from a heart disease since she was a child," said her father.&lt;br /&gt;"But..." I couldn't find the words to say.&lt;br /&gt;"She told us not to bother reaching you, "her mother said, still in tears," she said you will come, and here you are.&lt;br /&gt;Pain and bitterness overwhelmed me. I cried silently beside her, staring at her lovely face, memorizing every line of my friend's face, a face I knew I would never forget while I was still alive.&lt;br /&gt;After the internment that afternoon, I went to the chapel she had&lt;br /&gt;told me she went everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting there praying and crying to God, I held my phone and typed: "U taught me how 2 care; u taught me how 2 b kind; u shwd me how 2 lyk som; u shwd me how 2 luv; but ders 1 thing didnt teach me &amp;amp; it hurts mor - u didnt teach me how 2 let go. I LOVE YOU"&lt;br /&gt;I sent the message, and though I knew she wouldn't be able to hold her CP again, I knew in my heart she would get my message. I never expected a reply, yet as my phone beeped again,felt a shiver down my spine. The sender's number did not appear on the screen, and tears rolled down my cheeks as I read the message.&lt;br /&gt;"Let go of d hand of d person u love, but dont let go of God's hand. 4 if u hold 2 his hand. He may b holding d person u love n d ader hand 2 let u hold each other again."&lt;br /&gt;"I will never forget you, Milli and will never let go..." I vowed to her and to myself as I left the church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6988167848287934292-2762112535112910172?l=love4everu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love4everu.blogspot.com/feeds/2762112535112910172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love4everu.blogspot.com/2010/12/message.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6988167848287934292/posts/default/2762112535112910172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6988167848287934292/posts/default/2762112535112910172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love4everu.blogspot.com/2010/12/message.html' title='The Message'/><author><name>Rahul Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133172908918614512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi6xskePPm4/Sy23F9H7y1I/AAAAAAAAACE/tJGVZfqDjRo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi6xskePPm4/TQmuQBt02WI/AAAAAAAAATw/8vMOabO0GmU/s72-c/Never.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6988167848287934292.post-5612671033339176838</id><published>2010-01-13T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T00:59:53.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree, Leaf and Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gU3wy2wwgw/S03ZR1EGyRI/AAAAAAAAABA/x8nSGQg7058/s1600-h/hmsat-hm-5-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://love4everu.blogspot.com/2010/01/tree-leaf-and-wind.html "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gU3wy2wwgw/S03ZR1EGyRI/AAAAAAAAABA/x8nSGQg7058/s320/hmsat-hm-5-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426232026376620306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tree &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=== &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I'm called tree is because I'm good at painting trees. Overtime I start to use a tree on the right hand corner as a trademark for all my watercolors painting. I have dated 5 gals when I was in Pre-U. There's one gal who I love a lot but never dare go after her. She doesn't have a pretty face, doesn't have a good figure, doesn't have outstanding charm. She is just a very ordinary gal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like her. I really like her. Like her innocent, like her frankness. Like her cuteness, like her intelligence and her fragility. Reason for not going after her is because I felt somebody so ordinary like her is not a good match for me. I'm also afraid that after we are together all the good feelings will vanish. I'm also afraid other's gossips will hurt her. I felt that if she's my gal, she will be mine ultimately &amp; I don't have to give up everything just for her. The last reason, made her accompany me for 3 years. She watch me chase after gals, and I have make her heart cry for 3 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants to be a good actress and I'm a very demanding director. When I kissed my 2nd girlfriend, she bumped into us. She was embarrassed but smile &amp; say "Go on!" before running off. The next day, her eyes was swollen like a walnut. I purposely didn't want to think about what causes her to cry but laugh at her the whole day. When everybody go back home, she was alone crying in the classroom. She didn't know that I returned from soccer training to get something. I watch her cry for an hour or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 4th girlfriend didn't like her. There was once when both of them quarreled. I know that based on her character she's not the type that will start off the quarrel. But I still sided with my girlfriend. I shouted at her and her eyes was filled shocked. I didn't care about her feelings and walked off with my girlfriend. The next day, she still laugh &amp; joke with me like nothing has ever happened. I know that she's very hurt but she didn't know that my heart ache is as bad as hers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I broke up with my 5th girlfriend, I asked her out. After going out for a day, I told her that I have something to tell her. She told me that coincidentally, she has something to tell me too. I told her about my break up and she told me about her getting together. I know whose the guy. He has been going after her for quite a while. A very cute guy full of energy, lively and interesting. His pursuit for her has been the talk of the school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't show her my heart ache but could only smile &amp; congratulate her. When I reach home, the heart ache is so strong that I can't stand it. It's like a heavy weighted stone on my chest. I couldn't breath. Wanted to shout but can't. Tears rolled down &amp; I broke down &amp; cry. How many times have I seen her cry for the man that doesn't acknowledge her presence too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During graduation, I read a sms in my hp. It was send 10 days ago when I broke down and cry. I haven't read it since then. It says "Leaf departure is because of Wind pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaf &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=== &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Pre-U days, I like to collect leaves. Why? Because I felt that for a leaf to leave the tree she has been relying on for so long it takes a lot of courage. During the 3 years of Pre-U I was on very close terms with a guy. Not BGR kind but as buddy kind. But when he had his 1st girlfriend, I learnt a feeling I never should have learnt - Jealousy. The sourness in the heart can't be describe by using a lemon. It's like 100 rotten sour lemon. Sourness to the extreme limit. They were only together for 2 mths. When they broke up, I hide my strong sense of happiness. But after a mth, he got together with another gal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like him &amp; I know he like me. But why won't he pursue me? Since he love me why he doesn't want to make the first move? Whenever he had a new girlfriend, my heart would hurt. Time after time, my heart was hurt. I begin to suspect that this is a one sided love. If he don't like he, why does he treat me so well. It's beyond what you will normally do for a friend. Liking a person is very heart wrenching. I can know his likes, his habits. But his feelings towards me I can never figure out. You can't expect me a gal to ask him right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite that, I still want to be by his side. Care for him, accompany him, love him. Hoping that one fine day, he will come &amp; love me. It's like waiting for his phone call every night, wanting him to send me sms. I know that no matter how busy he is, he will make time for me. Because of this, I waited for him. The 3 years were the hardest to go through &amp; I really want to give up. Sometimes, I wonder should I continue waiting. The pain and hurt, the dilemma accompany me for 3 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of my 3rd year, a 2nd year junior begins to go after me. Everyday he pursuit me relentlessly. From outright rejection to a point in time when I felt that I'm willing to let him have a small footing in my heart. He's like a warm &amp; gentle wind, trying to blow a leaf away from the tree. In the end, I realized that I didn't want to give this wind a small footing in my heart. I know this wind will bring this badly battered leave far away &amp; better land. Finally I left tree, but the tree only smile &amp; didn't ask me to stay. Leaf departure is because of Wind pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==== &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I like a gal called leaf. Because she's so dependent on tree so I have to be a gust wind. A wind that will blow her away. When I first met her, it was 1 mth after I transfer to the new school. I saw a petite person looking at my seniors &amp; me playing soccer. During ECA time, she will always be sitting there. Be it alone or with her friends looking at him. When he talks with gals there's jealousy in her eyes. When he looked at her, there's a smile in her eyes. Looking at her became my habit. Just like she likes to look at him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, she didn't appear. I felt something amissed. I can't explain the feeling except it's a kind of uneasiness. The senior was also not there as well. I went to their classroom, hid outside and saw my senior scolding her. Tears were in her eyes while he left. The next day, I saw her at her usual place, looking at him. I walked over and smiled to her. Took out a note &amp; gave to her. She was surprised. She looked at me, smiled &amp; accept the note. The next day, she appeared &amp; pass me a note and left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaf's heart is too heavy and wind couldn't blow her away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that leaf heart is too heavy. It because leaf never want to leave tree &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied her note with this statement and slowly she started to talk to me &amp; accept my presents &amp; phone calls. I know that the person she loves is not me. But I have this perseverance that one day I will make her like me. Within 4 mths, I have declared my love for her no less than 20 times. Every time, she will divert away from the topic. But I never give up. If I decide I want her to be mine, I will definitely use all means to win her over. I can't remember how many times I have declared my love to her. Although I know she will try to divert but I still bear a small ray of hope. Hoping that she will agree to me my girlfriend. I didn't hear any reply from her over the phone. I asked "what are you doing? How come you didn't want to reply?" She said, "I'm nodding my head". "Ah?" I couldn't believe my ears. "I'm nodding my head" She replied loudly. I hang up the phone, quickly changed and took a taxi and rush to her place &amp; press her door bell. During the moment when she opens the door. I hugged her tightly. Leaf departure is because of Wind pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6988167848287934292-5612671033339176838?l=love4everu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love4everu.blogspot.com/feeds/5612671033339176838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love4everu.blogspot.com/2010/01/tree-leaf-and-wind.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6988167848287934292/posts/default/5612671033339176838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6988167848287934292/posts/default/5612671033339176838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love4everu.blogspot.com/2010/01/tree-leaf-and-wind.html' title='Tree, Leaf and Wind'/><author><name>reemakhamkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00945542869728028559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7gU3wy2wwgw/S0yAAZJTKBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Kru5fUUW_sc/S220/14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7gU3wy2wwgw/S03ZR1EGyRI/AAAAAAAAABA/x8nSGQg7058/s72-c/hmsat-hm-5-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6988167848287934292.post-6920939792512531051</id><published>2010-01-13T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:27:18.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The blind girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7gU3wy2wwgw/S03YENk76bI/AAAAAAAAAA4/W4e0OASWBBA/s1600-h/01+(14).jpg" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://82322aa3.linkbucks.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426230692926974386" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7gU3wy2wwgw/S03YENk76bI/AAAAAAAAAA4/W4e0OASWBBA/s320/01+(14).jpg" style="display: block; height: 224px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 160px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a blind girl who hated herself just because she was blind. She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He was always there for her. She said that if she could only see the world, she would marry her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her and then she could see everything, including her boyfriend. &lt;br /&gt;Her boyfriend asked her, "now that you can see the world, will you marry me?" The girl was shocked when she saw that her boyfriend was blind too, and refused to marry him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her boyfriend walked away in tears, and later wrote a letter to her saying..... "Just take care of my eyes dear." i'll always love you forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6988167848287934292-6920939792512531051?l=love4everu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love4everu.blogspot.com/feeds/6920939792512531051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love4everu.blogspot.com/2010/01/blind-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6988167848287934292/posts/default/6920939792512531051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6988167848287934292/posts/default/6920939792512531051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love4everu.blogspot.com/2010/01/blind-girl.html' title='The blind girl'/><author><name>reemakhamkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00945542869728028559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7gU3wy2wwgw/S0yAAZJTKBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Kru5fUUW_sc/S220/14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7gU3wy2wwgw/S03YENk76bI/AAAAAAAAAA4/W4e0OASWBBA/s72-c/01+(14).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6988167848287934292.post-5099433172750339553</id><published>2010-01-12T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T05:59:34.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHE WAS NOT BEAUTIFUL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7gU3wy2wwgw/S0x6GkotgEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cFXZWxNbGBc/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://80585ab1.linkgalleries.net"&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/_7gU3wy2wwgw/S0x6GkotgEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cFXZWxNbGBc/s320/14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425845904406839362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was not beautiful. Nothing about her was extraordinary. Nothing about her made her stand out in a crowd. She grew up in a family of six and being the eldest, she learned responsibility at an early age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she grew stronger and brighter, she instilled a sort of light and cheer to whomever she met. She was not beautiful, but she made others feel better about themselves. She meets a rebel boy who thinks he is all man, befriending him, she teaches him. She teaches him how to read and a little boost, the 'man' needed to go to college, they become fast friends and she fell fast in love with her rugged handsome student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'man' then finds himself in love with a girl. A girl who was so beautiful. Her hair was a hallow of light around her. Her eyes the bluest blue of the ocean. 'Like an angel' he tells his tutor 'like a beautiful angel.' The girl swallows a lump at her throat. She was not beautiful, she did not posses the heart of the one he loved, but she did not care. As long as he was happy, she would be happy, or so she tried to. She helped write the most beautiful letters to his angel. All the time visioning it was she herself receiving those very letters. And so the girl helped him choose the right clothes, say the right words, and buy the right gifts for his angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His angel brought him much joy and much pain to the girl who cried behind her smiles. But that never stopped her from giving more than she will ever receive. Then one day, the angel he loved left him for another man. A richer more successful man. The boy was stunned. He was so hurt, he did not speak for days. The girl went to him. He cried on her shoulder and she cried with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was hurt and she was too. Time went by and so wounds heal. The boy realizes something about his friend/tutor. Something he never realized before. How her laughter sounded heavenly and how her smiles brightened up the darkest days, or how simply beautiful she looked to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful. This plain, simple girl was beautiful to him. And he began to fall. Fall so in love with this beautiful girl. On one day, he picked up all his courage to see her. He walked to her house, nervous, and fidgeting, Running his thoughts over and over his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was going to tell her how beautiful she was to him. He was going to tell her how wonderfully in love he was with her. He knocked. No one was home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, he found out that the beautiful girl he fell in love with had a brain tumor that put her into a coma. The doctors were grim and the family decided to let her go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One final time he got to see her. He held her hand. He stroked her hair and he cried for this beautiful girl. He cried, but it was too late. The beautiful girl was buried and the heavens broke. Out a beautiful spring shower, a cry for their loss. She was the most beautiful girl in the world and she had taught the rebel boy-man to love and what it is to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the most beautiful girl in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6988167848287934292-5099433172750339553?l=love4everu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love4everu.blogspot.com/feeds/5099433172750339553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love4everu.blogspot.com/2010/01/she-was-not-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6988167848287934292/posts/default/5099433172750339553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6988167848287934292/posts/default/5099433172750339553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love4everu.blogspot.com/2010/01/she-was-not-beautiful.html' title='SHE WAS NOT BEAUTIFUL'/><author><name>reemakhamkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00945542869728028559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7gU3wy2wwgw/S0yAAZJTKBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Kru5fUUW_sc/S220/14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7gU3wy2wwgw/S0x6GkotgEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cFXZWxNbGBc/s72-c/14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6988167848287934292.post-5587236994761465045</id><published>2010-01-12T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T06:07:45.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A DIARY FROM A GUY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi6xskePPm4/S0yBT5yziZI/AAAAAAAAATQ/onigrgQxmow/s1600-h/I_Love_You.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4cf99103.linkgalleries.net"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi6xskePPm4/S0yBT5yziZI/AAAAAAAAATQ/onigrgQxmow/s640/I_Love_You.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*January 2*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still remember the first time we met? It was the first day in school. I was hurriedly entering the school gate when I bumped into you as you stepped out of a luxurious Volvo. The books you were holding fell all over the ground. I quickly picked up the books and returned them to you along with words of apology, but all you showed me was your intimidating look. My first impression of you was thatyou were a wilful girl born with a golden sthingy in the mouth. I had rejected you completely and had hoped not to meet you again, but surprisingly you turned out to be my classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*March 22*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to know more about you as days passed and my opinion of you changed for the better on each passing day. I realised that you were from a wealthy family but definitely not a wilful girl. You were nice and friendly. You got angry that day we first met because I had left a footprint marking on the poetry collection you loved dearly. We met often during lunch break and I found something in you that was different from the rest of the girls - your passion for Chinese poetry. Often you would mumble something to yourself. Initially, I thought that you were humming a pop song but&lt;br /&gt;later I realised that you had been reciting Chinese poems from great poets. You were so knowledgeable that you knew every poet and which poems they composed. I was very impressed indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*April 5*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met you again in the study area. That day you were reading the Chinese classics "Romance of the 3 kingdom". Your ability to appreciate Chinese classics left me with admiration. You were indeed unique in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*May 5*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then on, we would often meet in the study area to discuss about the good and bad things of the character in these Chinese classics. Do you still remember the time when we a! lmost br oke off because we could not agree on whether Jia BaoYu hurt Lin Dai Yu? Our argument was so fierce that we never talked for that week. But when Friday came, we still met in the study area and laughed over the incident. After which, another argument started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Aug 7*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not deny it. It was a feeling I could not identify accurately. Wenever you laughed over a joke with other guys, that emotion filled my senses. It took me a while before identified it. I was in love; the feeling was jealousy. I felt the need to express it. But, I was afraid...that you would dismiss my feeling, that you and I would be stuck in an embarrassing situation, that our long nurtured friendship would crumble...therefore, I kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Oct 1*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news came as a shock to me. I was so worried when I learnt that you had fainted in the canteen. I was struggling to keep my worried face in control as I looked at the ambulance that carried you away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Oct 2*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was drizzling that day. Our form teacher sadly announced that you had got cancer. As she finished her last sentence, outside the classroom, it seemed to me that the drizzle had turned into a downpour. I could only hear the sound of the rain, nothing more. I rushed to NUH ICU to see you immediately after lesson. Your face was whitish in colour, showing no trace of red. I learnt that you had just undergone an operation. The life-support system was just beside you with tubes piercing mercilessly into your left wrist. "I am all right, it is just a serious case of anemia. Believe me, my parents told me that". you said convincingly. I knew fully well what you were thinking, you did not want me to be worried. "Are you comforting yourself or comforting the fears and hopelessness that was written all over my face?", I thought to myself. I was not strong enough to disagree with you and I nodded my head with a forced smile. You responded with a smile too-with gre! at effor t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Oct 5*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a ordinary day but to me, it was an important day. I felt an impulse to express my love. I walked over to the side of your bed, holding your hand. I told you the story of how an ordinary guy fell in love with a girl who likes poetry and Chinese classics. As I told my story, my eyes started to flood with water, and uncontrollably my voice started to choke, and finally I broke into tear But you held my head against your body and with watery eyes, said: "I understand such a love, so did the girl." I returned my eyes to her and at that moment, her tears dropped, and for the first time, I saw some redness on her lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Oct 26*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the last day of examination and I rushed to NUH to continue my story. When I reached there, I only saw the nurse arranging the bed you once slept on. When I asked about you, the nurse told me expressionlessly that you had passed away. It was a bolt from the blue for me. I stood motionless for a long time. I hated myself for spending the last few days preparing for the last examination paper. I hated myself for not staying longer the last time I visited you. I hated myself so much...but you were gone...... I can't remember how I got home that day. When I woke up, I was already in my room. The pillow I slept on was wet. The next day, I went for the funeral. I heard from your father that on the day you passed away, you were still reading the Poetry collection I gave you as a gift for your birthday. Standing in front of Your portrait, I had no tears, they were used up on the day of your death. All I knew was sadness, my heart was like shattered into pieces and died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jan 2*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new girl has taken over your seat. She does not like poetry, but she likes to hum pop songs. When I asked her if she knows Jia Bao Yu, she replied: "What talking you." Yes, you were gone. But to me, the seat is still unoccupied, and maybe no one will ever occupy it......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6988167848287934292-5587236994761465045?l=love4everu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love4everu.blogspot.com/feeds/5587236994761465045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love4everu.blogspot.com/2010/01/diary-from-guy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6988167848287934292/posts/default/5587236994761465045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6988167848287934292/posts/default/5587236994761465045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love4everu.blogspot.com/2010/01/diary-from-guy.html' title='A DIARY FROM A GUY'/><author><name>reemakhamkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00945542869728028559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7gU3wy2wwgw/S0yAAZJTKBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Kru5fUUW_sc/S220/14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi6xskePPm4/S0yBT5yziZI/AAAAAAAAATQ/onigrgQxmow/s72-c/I_Love_You.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6988167848287934292.post-3324917122194513144</id><published>2010-01-11T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T11:07:47.491-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salty Coffee-Love Sotry'/><title type='text'>Salty Coffee-A Sweet Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi6xskePPm4/S0t0vdVHWpI/AAAAAAAAATI/mOaUaYWKtH0/s1600-h/Animated_Love_Coffee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1702d86d.thesegalleries.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi6xskePPm4/S0t0vdVHWpI/AAAAAAAAATI/mOaUaYWKtH0/s320/Animated_Love_Coffee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He met her on party, she was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but due to politeness, she promised. They sat in nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she tought, please, let me back home. Suddenly he asked the waiter: would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red,but, still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously : why you have this hobby? He replied: when i was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I like playing in the sea, I could felt the taste of the sea, salty and bite, just like the taste of the coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I will think of my childhood days, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents still living there. Saying that, tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched. That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A man who can tell out his homesick, he must be a man loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home," she tought. Then she also started to talk, talked about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continue to date. She founds actually he was a man who meets all her demands: he was tolerance, kind hearted, warm, careful... and he was such a good guy she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the story was just like every beautiful love story: the princess married to the prince, and they were living happily life.... And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew the way he liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter, which said: " My dearest , please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you, the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but i said salt. It's hard me to change so I just go ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that.. Now I am dying and I am afraid of nothing, so I tell you the truth, I dont like salty coffee at all. What a strange bad taste? But I have the salty coffee for my whole life since I knew you. I never felt sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is the biggest happiness of my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can live for second time, I still want to know you and have you as my whole life wife, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her tears made the letter totally wet. Someday, someone asked her: What's the taste of salty coffee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sweet. She replied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6988167848287934292-3324917122194513144?l=love4everu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love4everu.blogspot.com/feeds/3324917122194513144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love4everu.blogspot.com/2010/01/salty-coffee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6988167848287934292/posts/default/3324917122194513144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6988167848287934292/posts/default/3324917122194513144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love4everu.blogspot.com/2010/01/salty-coffee.html' title='Salty Coffee-A Sweet Love Story'/><author><name>reemakhamkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00945542869728028559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7gU3wy2wwgw/S0yAAZJTKBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Kru5fUUW_sc/S220/14.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi6xskePPm4/S0t0vdVHWpI/AAAAAAAAATI/mOaUaYWKtH0/s72-c/Animated_Love_Coffee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6988167848287934292.post-4689554661760774418</id><published>2009-12-20T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T00:04:59.764-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Face of the Blog-Contest'/><title type='text'>Face of the Blog-Contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #505050; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #505050; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #505050; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #505050; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; clear: both; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; 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cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 127px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Hearts could only love for a while, feets could only walk for some miles, clothes won't 4ever be in style, but having U as my Friend is forever worthwhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Friends are gifts wrapped in ribbons of thoughtfulness and trimmed with kisses and smiles, given by God to stay not just for a day, but for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Friendship opens many doors, Each with a different view. But none could be more beautiful, than the one that leads to you..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  A true friend understands when you say, "I forgot..." waits forever when you say, "1 minute..." stays when you say, "leave me alone..." and opens the door, 'even before you knock...' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Don't love the love unless the love loves u and if the love loves u, love the love in such a way that it doesn't love anybody else!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Affection is sign of love, laughing is sign of happiness, praying is sign of good faith and choosing me as a friend is your first act of smartness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Friendship is not how long we have been together not how much you have given or received. Not how many times we have helped each other. It's only how we value one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  True friends are those who care without hesitation, remember without limitation, forgive without any explanation &amp;amp; luv even with little communication!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  You are strong as RUM.. Fine as WINE.. Cool as BEER.. Classic as WHISKY.. Sophisticated as VODKA.. in short I'm totally TUNN in your friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  My mom always told me that we could never measure our wealth by money but by our friends. She would surely be glad to meet U and know how rich I turned out to be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  When a person can find sorrow behind ur smile, words behind ur silence, love behind ur anger; u can believe that person is your true friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Friendship is silent gift of nature.. More old .. more strong.. More deep.. more clear.. More close.. more warm.. Less words.. more understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Friendship is like playing on a see-saw, not only bcoz it's always fun with each other but also bcoz smone won't mind going down to see another one rise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  I thank the Lord for the gift of friendship where I can be myself and be accepted as I am and for finding a home in the heart of a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Friendship is all about three things -winning, losing n sharing. Winning your friends heart, losing your self ego, and sharing joys n sorrows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Fine friends open my eyes, smart friends open my mind, but only sweet friend like you open my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  The importance of a good friend in our lives is like the importance of our Heartbeat's! Though they r not visible, they silently support our Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  The best kind of friend is the one you could sit on a porch with, never saying a word, and walk away feeling like that was the best conversation you've had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Nice friends will b remembered as special blessings n there r very few as precious as you, n that's the very special reason why I keep in touch with u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Life they say is touch and go. Some people you know may only be there for sometime. Some may go away, but people who find you special will always find ways to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  To love without condition, to talk without intention, to give without reason and to care without expectation is the heart of a True Friend like U!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  I may not b the most important person in ur LIFE... But I just hope that One day when u hear my name u wud just SMILE &amp;amp; say: Hey that's my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Having a Crush is sweet; Falling in Luv is Exciting; Having a Heart break Shocks; But, having a Friend like U totally Rocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Friendship isn't about whom you have known the longest, who came first , or who cares the best... It's all about who came and never left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Nice people are the best part of our memories, that time can never erase and when l am blessed with people like you, my memories are always worth treasuring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Friends should be like zero's. When you add, they are the same. When u subtract, they are again the same but when u try to divide, they become INFINITY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Time might lead me to nowhere; Fate might break me apart; I'll always be thankful that once, along my life's journey I had U in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Friends are a promise made in the heart.. Silent.. Unwritten.. Unbreakable by distance... Unchangeable by time. It's lovely to have u as one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  I droped a coin in d sea &amp;amp; prayed fot a smart &amp;amp; intelligent friend. Then God gifted U to me &amp;amp; said: Itne paise to mein aisa hi milega!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Dreams are to be forgotten, reality to be lived, desires to be fulfilled, destiny to be reached, promises to be kept, relationship to be respected and friendship to be Treasured !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Sometime in life we think we don't need anyone... but sometime in life we don't have anyone when we need... so don't let ur best buddies go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Friendship is like a garden. It's beautiful when watered with lou, tears &amp;amp; cheers, but it dries up if left untouched. So, keep in Touch Always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  lf you get less messages from me, don't think that l didn't care for you, but l'm searching for the best message for a best person like you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Without humor, life sux. Without courage, life is hard. Without love, life is hopeless. Without friends like you, life is impossible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Friends are like stars..you do not always see them but you know they are always there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  I realised today our friendship means so much to me that if we were the last in a sinking ship &amp;amp; we have only one life jacket I'll....hmmmmm..... MISS U YAAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  People Fall in luv not knowing why or how. It's so special a feeling that it doesn't require much answers. U just luv no matter how stupid u become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  If anyone ever asked me, what the statement, "Life Is Beautiful" meant to me, I'd just put my hand around your shoulder, hold you close to me and say "This is it".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Friendship requires little effort... Even when friends are busy with their own lives, a simple sms reminds each other that u r not forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Friends are amazing when they are new, they are wonderful when they are true, but they are a "Blessing" when they are like U.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Friends change, I know they do, but this friend will always belongs to you. Friends hurt, I know they do, but this friend gets hurt more without U.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Friendship is when you have had a huge fight, deciding once for all... 'That's it', but then you decide to put aside your egos, hold hands &amp;amp; say, "I Need U..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Friendship is a cheque of $ HAPPY/- When u feel upset and alone withdraw it from my account; when u are too happy, deposit it in my heart !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Count your garden by flowers, not fallen leaves. Count your life with smiles, not tears &amp;amp; when your life has reached its autumn, count your age by friends, not years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  People say relations are made in heaven, but some get broken up here on Earth called Hell. But I got a friend like U, here in hell and made my life HEAVEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  A friend is a push when u r stopped, a guide when u r searchin , a song when u r glad, a word ven u r lonely, a smile when u r sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Eyes r parents, Heart is lover, Brain is teacher, Brothers &amp;amp; Sisters r fingers, but a loving Friend is Blood! So always keep flowing regularly. Gud Morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Alone I can only say but together we can shout, alone I can only smile but together we can laugh, alone I can only live but together we can celebrate. That's being friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  There is a golden bridge called friendship that spans the river of time and links our hearts together even if we walk separate roads of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  The loveliest day comes when u wakeup each day &amp;amp; find out that luv still colours ur world through friends, who truly care &amp;amp; never fail to remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  I thank the Lord for the gift of friendship where I can be myself and be accepted as I am and for finding a home in the heart of a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  A lover makes you realise, 'how wonderful the world is', but its a friend who makes you realise, 'how wonderful you are!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  True friends see u true, believe in things u want to do, feel glad when ur dreams come true. Best of all they don't judge u, they simply luv u coz u r u!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  The wrong kind of people dislike u for the gud in u &amp;amp; the right kind of people like u knowing even the bad in u... that makes a gud Relationship!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  I kept ur name in my Journal &amp;amp; posted u in the Ledger of my heart. U'll b classified as an Asset, coz ur market value as a friend never Depriciate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Gud relationship is like a tree. It demands attention &amp;amp; care in d beginning. But once it blossoms, it provides shade &amp;amp; protecting in all situations of Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  A friend is not a spare tyre that u pull out when u feel life has gone flat. Friend is the steering wheel who helps u to turn ur life in the right path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  U can buy gifts, but not luv. U can pretend to smile, but not happy. U can lie to others, but not to urself. U can have many friends, but none as sweet as me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  A Friend is never measured by the number of times he made u laugh. But by the number of times he made u SMILE after u cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Friends r like street lights along the road. They don't make the distance any shorter but they light up the path &amp;amp; make the walk worthwhile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  One beautiful heart is better than thousand beautiful faces! So, choose people having beautiful hearts rather than beautiful faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Never walk away from true friends. When u see some faults, be patient &amp;amp; realize that nobody is perfect. It's affection that matters, not perfection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Sometimes in life, we tend 2 run so fast that we don't notice firends r running with us, we only notice them when we fall &amp;amp; they stop 2 pick us up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Eyes r parents, heart is lover, brain is teacher, fingers brothers &amp;amp; sisters, but a loving friend is blood! So, always keep flowing regularly. Gud Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Art of friendship is like playing a musical instrument. First u must learn to play by rules &amp;amp; then u must forget the rules &amp;amp; play from ur Heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  I have opened an emotional account for u in my heart. Deposit ur friendship in it and I'll make sure that U receive the interest as long as I'm alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Life means missing expected things and facing unexpected things. When u r right, no one remembers, but when u r wrong, no one forgets. Don't worry! I'm here to remember ur rights and forget ur wrongs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Friendship is a bridge between U n Me, when u r sad &amp;amp; lonely cross it, I'll wait on the other side forever &amp;amp; if u r afraid, just tell me, I'll cross it for U.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Butterflies don't know the color of their wings, but human eyes know how nice it is. Like wise u don't know 'how good u are, but I know How Special U R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Log kehte hain ki achche log mar k sitare ban jaate hain, magar hum kehte hain k achche sitare gir k aap jaise dost ban jaate hain. Gud Morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  You konw what? I like u!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You know why? Coz u r the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You know why? In ur own simple ways, u make me feel special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;U know when? Since the day we became friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  The greatest gift u can give to someone is ur time coz when u give someone ur time, u have given them a portion of ur life that u'll never get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Friends are like Street Lights along the road. They don't make the distance any shorter, but they light up the path &amp;amp; make the walk worthwhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Friends are amazing when they are new, they are wonderful when they are true, but do you know they are a Blessing when they are like U.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Birth is the start of life; Beauty is the art of life; Mystery, risk &amp;amp; tensions are part of life but friends like U are Heart of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Each day God sends his angels to guide us. We don't expect to see them with wings or with halo. Instead, they come in disguise &amp;amp; we call 'em friends. Thnx 4 being an angel to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  No sweet thought to forward, no cute graphics to send, just a..caring heart saying....Take Care always my dear friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Hearts could only luv for a while, feet cud only walk for a mile, clothes won't forever be in style but having u as my friend is forever worthwhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Sometimes in life v tend 2 run so fast tht v don't notice friends running with us, we only notice thm wen we fall &amp;amp; they r there to hold us. So run, as I'm there 2 hold U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Old friends r gold. New friends may be diamond. If u get diamond, don't ever forget the gold coz to hold a diamond u always need a base of gold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Open ur door when u r alone, open ur heart when u feel sad, but don't open ur hand when u need a friend, coz I'm already holding ur hand forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  U r my best friend forever &amp;amp; always we're together too much but far not enough &amp;amp; if u die before I do ask God if heaven is got room for two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Stars are unapproachable, Sun is very hot... Moon is too far... So God gave me a friend like you so that I can say 'I've my own little Universe'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  When things go bad &amp;amp; ur strength is no longer enough 2 carry on don't give up, coz where ur strength ends my worth as ur Friend begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  There is a gift that gold cannot buy, a blessing dats rare &amp;amp; true, that's the gift of a wonderful person coming into ur life like I have in u!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  I want you to know that your friendship mean's alot to me. If we were on a sinking boat &amp;amp; there's only 1 lifejacket... I would really miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Friendship is a gift when it's new, it's a miracle when it's true but u know what? It's a blessing when it'is U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  A friend gives hope when life is low, a friend is a place when u have nowhere to go, a friend is honest, a friend is true. A friend is precious, a friend is U !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Forever in my heart, u wud be cherished &amp;amp; in my mind ur alwayz thought of, we may be far away but in my heart u remain 1 of the special person I gained in life. I'm blessed to hv a Friend Like u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  If I could pull down the rainbow, I'd write ur name with it &amp;amp; put it back in the sky to let everybody know how colorful my life is with a friend like u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Happiness is not something u postpone for the future. It's something u design for the present. Make each moment a happy one. I hv by remembering u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Friends are the angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  True friends see u true, believe in things u wanna do, feel glad wen ur dreams come true, best of all they don't judge, they simply luv u coz u r u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  My heart problem has reached a critical stage that doctor says there are only 2 options left....I.C.U or......U C me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  We are close enough to tell each other what we feel about our relationship. I can sum up our relationship in those three words: U R Lucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  A true friend is not like the rain which pours &amp;amp; goes away. A true friend is like the air. Sometimes silent but always around u. Gud Morning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Few Relations In Earth Never Die. Wanna know wht is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;(F)ew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;(R)elations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;(I)n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;(E)arth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;(N)ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;(D)ie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Heart beat are countless, spirits are ageless, dreams r endless, memories are timeless and a friend like u is Useless. Oops! Sorry Yaar, Priceless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  God has given us two gifts; One is choice &amp;amp; another is chance. Choice is to select a gud friend &amp;amp; chance is to have a best one like U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  The words that escape a friend's mouth r: I'll be there when u say u need me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;But the words that r unheard from a true friend's heart r: I'll be there... whether u say u need me or not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  If time slips away without a word from me, U don't hv 2 worry about our friendship coz feelings, beyond words, will always keep me AROUND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Every morning when I open my eyes I pray to God that everyone should have a friend like u.Why should only I suffer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Friendship is about bringing out the +ve when everything seems -ve, being accepted for who u r, being able to pick up right where u left off, sharing, talking &amp;amp; laughing. Friendship is about us &amp;amp; for that I'm gr8ful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Walk with me when ur hearts needs company, take my hand when u feel all alone, turn to me when u need some1 to lean on, coz I'm a friend u can always depend on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  If ur friendship be money, I'll be richest man. If ur friendship be pounds, I'll be heaviest man. If ur friendship be luv, I'll be luckiest man. But ur friendship is trust &amp;amp; I'm the happiest man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Friendship never speaks volumes, it never demands proof, it never has a happy ending too simply coz it doesn't end as long as friends r true, just like U!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Medicines and friendships cure our problems. The only difference is that friendships don't have an expiry date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Last night I dreamt that I was walking with God n I told him that I've a friend like u. He smiled n said: Beta, sab pichle janam k paap hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Friends r like the walls of a house. Sometimes they hold u up, sometimes u lean on them. But sometimes, it's enough to know they are just standing by. Gud Morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Sitting in the loo, thinking about u.. I'm passim this msg to you so that even you know what I feel 4 you. Friend, life is shit without YOU !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Hum aap ko itna yaad kartey hain jitna aap hame yaad kartey hain. Farq sirf itna hai ke hum yaad karke SMS kartey hain aap SMS parh kar Yaad kartey hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Friendship is needless, like philosophy, like art.... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Friendship is a language spoken by heart... not written on paper, not given by pledge... it is a promise renewed every time we meet. Keep in touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Hold a true friend with both your hands; don't let go for true friend comes once in a lifetime. That's why I'm holding you tight! Can't let U go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Good friends care for each other. Close friends understand each Other. And true friends stay forever beyond words, beyond time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  A friend is like gas blown from the ass, which creates noise n nuisance to others but gives me a great comfort. Thanks for being gas of my ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Friendship is vast like Universe, deep like Ocean, high like Sky, strong like Iron, kind like Mother, cute like Me, and sweet like U!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  We smile at whom we like, we cry for whom we care, we laugh with whom we njoy &amp;amp; we become angry with whom we feel is our own. That's Friendship, that's Luv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead. Do not walk ahead of me, for I may not follow. Do not walk beside me either; just leave me alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Have a Heart that never breaks; Have a Smile that never fades; have a touch that never hurts; Have a Friendship that never ends, Like Ours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Some joys are better explained in silence, as a smile gets more audible than laughter. I was asked if I enjoyed my friendship with you. I just smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  It's gud to have money &amp;amp; the things it can buy but it's also gud to check once in a while &amp;amp; make sure u haven't lost the things money can't buy.... FRIENDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Saathi sirf woh nahi hota jo jeevan bhar saath nibhaye; Saathi to woh bhi hai jo jivan ke kuch palon mein bhi jeevan bhar ka saath de jaaye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Making a million friends is not a miracle, the miracle is to make a friend who will stand by you when millions are against you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Friends are like shoes, some loose some tight, some fit just right, and they help us as we walk through life. Thanks for being just right for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Mitha intazar te intazar nalo yaar mitha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Mitha yar te yar nalo pyar mitha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Mitha pyar te pyar nalo mithi sadi yaari,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Es to mitha kuj na milna lab layi duniya sari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  I can't find a reason why God gave U to me, but that is not the question to b asked; May b the question is how did God knew that I needed a friend like U.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Days are too Busy; Hours are too Few; Seconds are too Fast, but there is always time for me to ask: How R U? n Hope u r FINE. MISS U!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Akhan di benuri changi nahin hundi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Dostan ton duri changi nahin hundi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Kade kade milya vi kar yaara,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Har vele SMS naal gal puri nahin hundi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Whenever I look at my palm, I wonder which of those tiny cute crisscross lines made me so lucky to have a sweet &amp;amp; nice friend like U. Good Morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Ice is a cream, luv is a dream but r friendship is evergreen. Don't make friends bfore understanding &amp;amp; don't break a friendship after misunderstanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Kaliyan bina na phulan vichon mehak aundi, phulan bina na haar piroye jaande, maapeyan bina na zindagi vich aish hundi te yaran bina na dukhre roye jande.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  True friends are those who, When you make a fool of yourself, Don't believe that this condition is permanent. -Erwin T. Randall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Wonderful people r carefully created by God, wonderful moments are carefylly planned by God, wonderful friends like u are carefully gifted by God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  1 Advice- Don't change, 1 Request- Take care, 1 Wish- Don't forget me, 1 Lie- I Hate U, 1 Truth- I Miss U, 1 Hope- We'll always be Gud Friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Your validity of being my friend is going to be expired today, plz recharge ur friendship immediately by delivering 4-5 sweet &amp;amp; cool msgs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Not every bird can dance, but peacock did that. Not every flower can represent LUV, but Rose did that. Not every Friend can reach up to HEART, but u did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Tere dil dian mitra tu jaane, saade dil vich tan yari teri hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Tu jinne din sada yaar raven, sanu unni umar batheri hai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Friendship is like war easy to start, difficult to end and impossible to forget. So I am having war with you, I hope you don't want peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  God picked up a flower, dipped it in dew, lovingly touched it, which turned into u n then he gifted it to me &amp;amp; said this friend is for u!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  I thank God I'm rich not with money but with people like you. I may not have the most expensive things but I've got a most precious gem.. a friend like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  All mornings r like a painting, u need a little inspiration to get u going, a little smile to brighten it &amp;amp; a message from someone who cares to color ur day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Akaash ke taaron mein khoya hai jahan saara, lagta hai pyara ek ek taara. In taaron mein sabse pyara hai ek sitara, jo is waqt padh raha hai SMS hamara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Friends r like the walls of a house. Sometimes they hold u up, sometimes u lean on them. But sometimes, it's enough to know they're just standing by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  A smile is a way of writing ur thoughts on ur face, telling others that they are accepted, liked &amp;amp; appreciated. So, here's a big smile just for U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Painting is a feeling, never spoil it. Face is a book try to read it. Luv is precious, b ready to sacrifice 4 it &amp;amp; Friendship is like a mirror, never break it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  A raindrop may luk 2 small 2 eyes but sumwhere a thirsty flower await its fall. A sms may seem 2 small but sumwhere a heart remembers u when it receives ur sms. Keep SMS'ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Painting is feeling, never spoil it. Face is a book try to read it. Luv is precious, b ready to sacrifice 4 it &amp;amp; Friendship is like a mirror, never break it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Everyone says you only fall in love once, but that's not true. Every time I hear your voice I fall in love all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Har karz dosti ka ada kaun karega?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Hum na rahe to dosti kaun karega?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;E khuda mere doston ko salamat rakhna,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Warna meri shaadi mein dance kaun karega?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  The mind 2 friends are like the lines of railway track. They never meet... but has go together to save the derailment of the Train called Friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Science has proved that Sugar melts in water, so please don't walk in rain, otherwise I will lose such a SWEET friend like U.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  A true friend understands when u say `I forgot', waits 4ever when u say `just a min', stays with u when u say `leave me alone' &amp;amp; opens his heart even b4 u knock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  If I'm in hell &amp;amp; u r in heaven, I'll luk up &amp;amp; b glad of u. If I'm in heaven &amp;amp; u r in hell, I'll pray 2 God 2 send me down coz the heaven is not heaven without U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  I don't care how many lips u've kissed, how many shoulders u've embraced &amp;amp; how many times u've said, I luv u! All I care is not be the first but to b ur last!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Keep the lamp of friendship burning with oil of luv, bcoz sun rises in the east and sets in the west but friendship rises in the heart and sets after Death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Simple music can make u sing, simple hug can make u feel better; simple things can make u happy, hope that my simple Hi will make u smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  People say friends are made in heaven and they come in your life. But I made a friend like you in this world and made my life a heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Dosti- kaho to ek lafz, mano to bandagi, socho to gehra sagar, dubo to zindagi, karo to asan, nibhao to mushkil, bikhare to sara zamana, simte to sirf TUM !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Eyes: To look at you; Hands: To pray for you; Mind: To care for u; Heart: To love you and Legs: To kick u if u forget me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Twinkle twinkle lazy star, kitna soyega uth ja yaar, up above the world so high, Sun has risen in the sky, uth ke jaldi pele chai, then call me and say hi...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Words begin with ABC, numbers begin with 123, music begins with do, re, mi and friendship begins with U n ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  God picked up a flower n dipped it in dew, lovingly touched it, which turned into you. And then he gifted it to me n said this friend is 4 u!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Never abandon old friends. They r hard 2 replace. A friendship is like wine: it gets better as it grows older just like us... I get better, u get older. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  I always thought loving some1 was the greatest feeling, but I realised that loving a friend is even better; v lose ppl v love but v never lose true friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  A deep friend is like rainbow, when the perfect amount of happiness and tears are mixed, the result is a colorful bridge between 2 hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Your friendship is a Blank Cheque for me. It's an asset not a liability, always a credit not a debit; always a profit not a loss &amp;amp; I hope it'll never bounce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Heart is like a crystal, preserve it. Love is like perfume, spread it. Feelings are like flood, flow it. Friendship is like an umbrella, come lets share it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Friends in heart r the worst tenants. They capture the heart, pay no rent, don't vacate &amp;amp; if at all they leave, they just break down the room they lived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Remember to remember me, forget to forget me. Even if u try to remember to forget me I'll never forget to remember to remind u to remember me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Treat life as the sea, heart as the seashore &amp;amp; friends like the waves. It never matters how many waves r there? What matters is which one touches the seashore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  I could 4get a face, 4get a home, 4get a place, 4get a name, 4get a game, I could even 4get myself but 4getting a friend like U, FORGET IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Luv starts with a smile, grows with a kiss and ends with a tear. But friendship starts with eyes, grows with an understanding and ends with death!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  6 rules to be happy: Free your heart from hatred; Free your mind from worries; Live simply; Expect less; Give more &amp;amp; Always have me as Ur Friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  I value the friend who for me finds time on his calendar. I cherish the friend who for me does not consult his calendar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Stars have 5 ends, squares have 4 ends, triangles have 3 ends, lines have 2 ends, life has 1 end, but I hope our friendship has no end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  True friends r like the mornings, u can't have them whole day but u can be sure they'll b there when u wake up tomorrow, next week, next year, forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Make your life a house your heart can live in. With a door that is open to receive friends and a garden full of memories of many good things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Time might lead me to nowhere and faith might break into pieces but I will always be thankful that once in my life's journey we became friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  A good friend is one who bails you out of the jail but a best friend is one who sits beside you in jail and says, 'Mamu Beedi Hai Kya?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  I wish a wish 4 you. It's a wish I wish 4 few. The wish I wish 4 u is that all ur wishes come true... so keep wishing as my best wishes are always with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Aansu tere nikle to ankhein meri ho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;dil tera dhadke to dhadkan meri ho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;khuda kare dosti humari itni gehri ho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;juttiyan aapke paren aur kartoot mere ho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Friends are like puzzle pieces. If one goes away, that special piece can never be replaced and that puzzle will never be whole again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Don't place me in your eyes, I may fall as a tear, place me in your heart, so that every beat reminds you that this friend is always there for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  If ever in your life u r very sad n feel that u have lost everything, I'll come, hold ur hand, take u 4 walk on a bridge and show u where 2 jump from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Friendship is like the relation between hand and eyes. Its like when the hand gets hurt, eyes cries, and when the eye cries, the hand wipes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  People vanish, people die. People laugh and people cry. Some give up, some will try. Some say hi, while some say bye. Others may forget, but never will I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Q: What's the difference between a Kiss, a car &amp;amp; a monkey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;A: A kiss is so dear, a car is too dear &amp;amp; the monkey is U dear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Our friendship is like playing on a see-saw, not only because its always fun being with u but also because I won't mind going down to see u rise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Some friends r worth 2b thrown, some r good 2 keep, some r 2b treasured 4 ever. I think u r the one 2b thrown in the treasure box 2b kept 4 ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  When you are counting all your friends, the oldest, the best &amp;amp; the new... I wud like to stand by ur side &amp;amp; say two little words..."ME TOO"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Friendship is like peeing in ur pants. Everyone can c it but only u can feel its true warmth. Thanks 4 being the pee in my pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  A friend is sweet when its new but it is sweeter when its TRUE! But you know what? It's sweetest when its you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Valuing Friendship is not merely by seeing each other everyday. What counts is that somehow in our busy lives, we remember EACH OTHER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  A friend is 1% funny, 2% sweet, 3% caring, 4% loving, 90% good looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Thats why I am your friend! You are so lucky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Hey friend, remember that without stupidity there can be no wisdom &amp;amp; without ugliness there can be no beauty so the world needs YOU after all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Friends are like puzzle pieces. If one goes away, that special piece can never be replaced and that puzzle will never be whole again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Without humor, life sux. Without courage, life is hard. Without love, life is hopeless. Without friends like you, life is impossible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  Life can b hard &amp;amp; not always fun, but as night brings dark morning brings sun. Ven life gets tough &amp;amp; no1 seems 2 care give me a call coz I'll always b there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;•  U can b a doctor &amp;amp; save lives, a lawyer &amp;amp; defend lives, a soldier &amp;amp; protect lives or simply b urself, a sweet person who touches hearts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6988167848287934292-5652238958933157416?l=love4everu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love4everu.blogspot.com/feeds/5652238958933157416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love4everu.blogspot.com/2009/12/friendship-quotes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6988167848287934292/posts/default/5652238958933157416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6988167848287934292/posts/default/5652238958933157416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love4everu.blogspot.com/2009/12/friendship-quotes.html' title='Friendship Quotes'/><author><name>Rahul Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133172908918614512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi6xskePPm4/Sy23F9H7y1I/AAAAAAAAACE/tJGVZfqDjRo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi6xskePPm4/Sy4f1lQc2jI/AAAAAAAAAOk/1wXVVlwLrUw/s72-c/friendship+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6988167848287934292.post-1850244660827460492</id><published>2009-12-20T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T00:16:32.417-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FRIENDSHIP-Images'/><title type='text'>FRIENDSHIP-Images</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi6xskePPm4/Sy4eaN45a_I/AAAAAAAAAN8/vobxMsZucjk/s1600-h/Love_Your_Friends.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: left; 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cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 194px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I still believe that love is all you need- Paul Mccartney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;• True luv is eternal... Cherish the luv when u've got the chance, for once it leaves U, it would be difficult to get it back.. Don't let luv be only a memory in U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;• So many ways to say 'I Love You', but not enough words in the world to say how much I Love U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;• To share what is difficult; to heal what is hurting; to think what is not possible; to understand without even talking is the miracle called Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;• Aashiq Puche Rab nu: Tu Jag nu Pyaar Da Dushman Kyu Bana Ditta ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rab Hasaya te Bolya: Tusi Kehra Mere Naal Changi Kittim Tusi Vi ta Yaar nu he Rab Bana Ditta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;• Difficult to tell what loving is like; Impossible to tell what missing is like; May you never miss whom you luv &amp;amp; may whom you luv miss you always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;• Have a cigar daily - U'ill die 10 yrs early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have drinks daily - U'll die 30 yrs early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luv someone truly - U'll die daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;• Love that we cannot have is the one that lasts the longest, hurts the deepest and feels the strongest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;• Your smile is my sunrise, your kiss is my sunset. Thank you for being the most wonderful friend and companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;• Your smile is my sunrise, your kiss is my sunset. Thank you for being the most wonderful friend and companion. I Luv U!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;• No poems, no fancy words, I just want the world to know that I LUV U my Princess with all my heart. Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;• On Valentine's Day, I'm thinking about the special ways u have made my life better. The little things, the not-so-little things.. Ur kindness, the way U always listen &amp;amp; pay attention to me. U make my world brighter n richer. U're a gift to me, &amp;amp; I thank U for being U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;• If you were my valentine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd search the endless skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to find the perfect starlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that would compliment your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and keep it in a wishing well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;created just for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and filled with my desires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to make all your dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;• What do you give a lady so sweet who makes my existence so complete? Should She get a Long-stemmed Rose? Perhaps some very heartfelt pros? A store-bought card with another's word? Anything that's purchased seems absurd. I would give you the World if it were mine, For now, take my heart, and be My Valentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;• I finally got my past, present and future tenses correct today. I loved you. I love you. I will love you forever. Happy Valentine day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;• I've notice that being with you, I smile a little more often, I anger a little less quickly, the sun shines a little brighter, and life is so much sweeter. Luv U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;• A bell is not a bell until someone rings it, a song is not a song until someone sings it. Luv wasn't put in the heart to stay, for luv isn't luve 'til you give it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;• Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your heart or burn down your house, you can never tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;• Everyone says you only fall in love once but that's wrong, everytime I see your smile I fall in love all over again. Luv You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;• I miss u when something really gud happens, coz u're the one I want to share it with. I miss u when something is troubling me, coz u're the only one who understands me. I miss u when I laugh and cry, coz I know that u're the one who makes my laughter grow &amp;amp; my tears dissapear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with someone, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Don't say we aren't right for each other. The way I see it, we're not right for anybody else. Be My Valentine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Life is 4 livin- I live mine 4 u,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loves's 4 givin- I give mine 2 u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dreams r 4 dreamin- I dream of u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hearts r 4 beatin- Mine beats 4 u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  It's hard to find someone whom u truly love, much less to find someone who loves u as much. When the chance comes, don't ever let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  The sun is glazing, upon the sunlight I see the path of our love shining brightly knowing that it is so great to have sumone like U! Luv You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Dreaming of u makes my night worthwhile, thinking of u just makes me smile, being with u is the best thing ever &amp;amp; loving u is what I'll do forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  I m feeling so happy, do u know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz I'm so lucky, do u know how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz God luvs me. Do u know how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz he gave me a gift. Do u know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's U my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  To hear what is unspoken, to see what is invisible, to feel without without even touching... is the miracle called Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  People fall in luv not knowing why or how. It's so special a feeling that it doesn't require much answers. U just luv no matter how stupid u become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  I knew I loved you when I realized that there was no one else I would rather laugh, cry and make memories with. Luv U!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Loving, knowing that you are going to get hurt is like living knowing that you are going to die. But not loving so you don't get hurt is like killing yourself before you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Giving someone all ur luv is never an assurance that they'll luv u back! Don't expect luv in return; just wait for it to grow in their hearts. But if it doesn't, be content it grew in urs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Love is falling asleep dreaming of the one that makes you smile and waking up smiling about the one u dream of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  When I'm away from u, I'm still with u. When my eyes are closed, I could still c u. When I'm awake, I still dream of u. When I feel I have everything, I still need u &amp;amp; no matter what, I'll always luv u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Love comes to those who still hope even though they've been disappointed; to those who still believe even though they've been betrayed; to those who still need love even though they've been hurt before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  I don't know why I'm so afraid to lose u when u r not even mine. I don't know why I luv u so when u don't even luv me. I don't know why u r the one when I'm just a someone to u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  As I feel the tear go down my cheek,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I notice that my heart is weak,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the love I have for you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will always be gold and true,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have made some mistakes, they rest in the past,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But know my love will always last,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though we are a distance apart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You always have the key to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  A person who truly loves you and knows you is someone who still sees the pain in your eyes while everyone else still believe the smile on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Where words fail, action speaks. Where action fails, eyes speak. Where eyes fail, tears speak. And where everything fails, LOVE SPEAKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  To love is a duty and right. To be loved is a gift and luck. To love someone who loves u is an achievement. To be loved by someone whom u love is LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  U r the reason I wake up in the morning, u r the reason I find a way to smile, u r the person who can change everything around when it's going bad. Luv U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Love ur life coz life is a long journey to go. Life is a game yet to be played more. Life is a question yet to be answered more. Life is a challenge yet to be faced more. So live ur life as long as u can. Every moment is lovable in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Luv is what I see in ur smile. Luv is what I feel in every touch u give. Luv is what I hear in every word u say. Luv is what we share everyday. Luv U!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Never ask for a kiss, just take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never ask for a hug, just give it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never ask do u Luv me? Say I Luv u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never say I can't live without u, say I live for U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Happiness is not something u postpone for the future. It's something u design for the present. Make each moment a happy one. I hv by remembering U!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Luv doesn't ask who r u? Luv only says u r mine. Luv doesn't ask where r u from? Luv only says U live in my heart. Luv doesn't ask what do u do? Luv only says U make my heart beat. Luv doesn't ask why r u far away? Luv only says u r always with me. Luv doesn't ask Do u love me? Luv only says I LUV U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Don't search luv, let luv find u. It's called falling in luv, coz u don't force urself to fall, u just fall and there will be someone to catch U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  In life Luv is never planned nor does it happen for a reason. But when Luv is real, it becomes ur Plan for life and ur reason for living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Golden Facts of Life:-When someone loves U, u don't realise it...When U realise it, it's too late... U always luv the one who leaves U &amp;amp; leave the one who loves U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Dedicate time to enjoy, it's the secret of youth. Dedicate time for friends, it's the path to happiness. Dedicate time to luv n b loved, it's source of joy n satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Let luv be the guide to ur dreams, let luv be the light to ur heart, let ur luv be the reason why somebody else's heart still continues to beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Every failure is a lesson well-learned, Every Success is a battle well-fought, and True Luv is a jewel well-kept, in one's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  No matter how ugly U think u r, but the who Luvs U believes that U R the most beautiful &amp;amp; irrestiable thing on the Earth &amp;amp; no one can change that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  May the spring of your love be tender and sweet, the summer be rich and fulfilling and deep, the autumn be warm and rewarding, complete, and always... let there be love. Amy Cassidy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  It's funny how big of an impact u hv on me. It's like when I see u, u don't even hv to speak all u can do is smile &amp;amp; it can make my day &amp;amp; that's how I remember my reasons 4 loving u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  God'll not give u a burden u can't handle. So, if u find urself in a mess that's impossible to resolve, take it as a compliment-God thinks u can do it! Gud Morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  I hv tried to move on but with every guy I feel more &amp;amp; more like I'll never be able to replace u. And the sad thing is... I know I hv already been replaced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  A part of U has grown in me. And so u see, it's U &amp;amp; Me together forever &amp;amp; never apart, maybe in distance, but never in heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  So, I will stand here forever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If forever's what it takes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because you are my forever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and forever always waits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  You r the one that I adore; You r everything I asked for &amp;amp; so much more. You r my angel oh so fine, I've found a luv to last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  If u r in luv, accept it, respect it &amp;amp; njoy it. But if u r not, then don't worry coz sumone, sumwhere must b wrapping up so much luv for u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  If u Love sumone then add some wings to ur Love. After having wings if it still decide to stay with u, then it's a True Luv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  A Friend's Luv says: If U ever need anything, I'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True Luv says: U'll never need anything, I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  If you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain; in order to love you gotta risk the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Life is a book we all read it. Luv is a blessing we all need it. Always be happy, always have a smile coz. Remember in this world we are just for a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  A lady is a woman who makes a man behave like a gentleman. Thanks for being such a lady to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well. -Vincent van Gogh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Love is missing someone whenever you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in heart. -Kay Knudsen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Sometimes the world gives me so many reasons to hate it but whenever it happens I just stop &amp;amp; think of u n say: How can I hate this world when u r a part of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Love is not how long u've been together; not how much u've given or receive; Not how many times u've helped each other � It's how u value each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Tears can sometimes be more special than smiles..... For smiles can be given to any one but tears are only shed for people we love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  We've known each other,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a long long time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I never really noticed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the magic in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been around you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A thousand times before,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you've always been a friend to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now I'm wanting more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  I luv u not only for what u r, but for what I am when I'm with u. I luv u not only for what u have made of urself, but for what u r making of me. I luv u for the part of me that u bring out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Tonight I ask the stars above,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I'll ever win your love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do I do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do I say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To turn your angel eyes my way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  I searched through books &amp;amp; leafed through cards; For words that wud convey, what I had in my heart, but when I sat down to write, all I can write was....I Luv U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  What the heart gives away is never gone, but kept in the hearts of others, from dusk to dawn. Love you from the core of my heart. Be my Valentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  U'll always be mine 4 now &amp;amp; 4ever. U'll always be mine 4 u r my treasure. U'll always be mine please tell me its true. Please be mine 4ever. I'll always luv u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  If Roses were Black and violets were brown, my love for you would never be found but roses r red and violets are blue, all I want to say is I LUV U!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Luv is like a cloud... luv is like a dream... luv is 1 word and everything in between... luv is a fairytale come true... Coz I found luv when I found U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  I may b innocent to know what luv is, I may not show it to u. I may not luv u the way it should b, but I'm always willing to luv u the way I understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  The way u look into my eyes, it scares me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way u say I Luv U, it scares me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way u know just what to say, it scares me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ways u scare me I luv it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Luv is born with the pleasure of luking at each other, it is fed with the necessity of seeing each other, it is concluded with the impossibility of separation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  When you love someone, it's nothing. When someone loves you, it's somthing. When u luv someone &amp;amp; they luv you back, it's everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  In life luv is neither planned nor does it happen 4 a reason but when the luv is real it becomes your plan 4 life n reason 4 living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  A kiss is just a kiss till u find the 1 u luv. A hug is just a hug till u find the 1 u're always thinkin of. A dream is just a dream till it comes true. Luv was just a word till I heard it from u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Luv not one, Luv not two Luv d one who luvs u true,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luv not three, Luv not four Luv d one who luvs u more, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luv not five, Luv not six Luv d one who really sticks, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luv not seven, Luv not eight Luv d one who really waits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  At 18 a lady is like a football, 22 men behind her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at 28 a basketball, 10 men behind her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at 38 a golf ball, 1 man behind her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at 48 a TT ball, 1 man pushing her to the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  I love you more today than I did yesterday, but not as much as I will tomorow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Ishq da jisnu khwaab aa janda ae,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waqt samjho khraab aa janda ae,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mehboob aave ya na aave,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Par Taare ginan da hisaab aa janda ae!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  I've notice that being with u, I smile a little more often, I anger a little less quickly, the sun shines a little brighter &amp;amp; life is much sweeter. I Luv U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Don't rush in luv for it never runs out. Let luv be the one to knock at ur door, so by the time you start to fall, you know that ur feeling is for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  A bell is no bell 'til u ring it, a song is no song 'til u sing it &amp;amp; luv in ur heart wasn't put there to stay-luv isn't luv 'til you give it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  I hate u when u smile at me coz u make me crazy. I hate u when u talk to me coz u make me run out of words. I hate u when I see u coz u make me luv u more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  I luv my eyes when u look into them; I luv my name when u say it; I luv my heart when u luv it; I luv my life when you are in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  If sumone throws a stone towards u, throw luv towards him but if sumone throw luv towards u, then sit for a while &amp;amp; think coz luv hurts more than stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Devote time to enjoy; it's the secret of youth. Devote time for friends; it's the path to happiness. Devote time to luv n b loved; it's the source of pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Give laugh to all but smile to one; Give cheeks to all but lips to one; Give luv to all but heart to one; Let everybody luv u but u luv one.b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  What I need to live has been given to me by the earth. Why I need to live has been given to me by you. Luv U!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  God sprinkles tiny but wonderful seeds of blessings on earth each day and I just caught one that's so nice and true... it's you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Aeni fariyaad meri ki meinu yaad rakhi, Mere naal beete pal abaad rakhi, Jede pyar karde ne tenu unna wichon mera pyar yaad rakhi, Bhave meinu sabna toh baad rakhi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  I'm a PAPER, u can write ur feelings, scribble ur anger, use me 2 absorb tears. Don't throw me after use but when u feel cold burn me to feel warm coz I Luv U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Little keys can open big locks, simple words can express great thoughts. A text from u never fails to make me smile the whole day through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  To Luv some1 is madness, 2b loved by some1 is a Gift,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loving some1 who loves u is a duty, but being loved by some1 whom u luv is LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  When it hurts to look back and you are scared to look ahead look beside you I'll always be there 4 you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  I love the way you make me happy, and the ways you show your care. I love the way you say, 'I Love You,' and the way you're always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  If you r in a dark room, you find blood everywhere and the walls are shaking- don't worry friend, u r at the safest place, you r in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  U want &amp;amp; u get, that's luck, U want &amp;amp; u wait, that's time. U want but u compromise, that's life. And U want &amp;amp; u wait &amp;amp; u don't compromise that's LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Feelings are many but words are few, clouds are dark but sky is blue; Luv is a paper, life is glue, every thing is false, only My Luv is TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  I don't care how many lips u've kissed, how many shoulders u've embraced &amp;amp; how many times u've said, I Luv U! All I care is not be the first but to be ur last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  A kiss that is never tasted, is forever and ever wasted. -Billie Holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  We cannot be together,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we'll never be apart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For no matter what life brings us,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're always in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Loving is not how u forget but how u forgive, not how u listen but how u understand, not what u see but how u feel &amp;amp; not how u let go but how u hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Sometimes my eyes get jealous of my heart. Know why? Coz you always remain close to my heart and far from my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  If loving u is wrong, then I don't wanna be right. My luv for u is strong &amp;amp; brighter than any light. The way we must go is long but we'll win every fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Let love be the guide to your dreams, let love be the light to your heart, let your love be the reason why somebody else's heart still continues to beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  You put the fun in together,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sad in apart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hope in tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The joy in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  If I could give u one thing in life, I would give u the ability to see yourself through my eyes, only then would u realise how special u r to me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  I looked at a sweet, beautiful rose, and then I looked at you, and I kept looking at you, for the rose isn't as beautiful as you. 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Never waste an opportunity 2 say 'I love U' to someone u really like, coz it is not everyday u'll meet the person who has the magic to let u fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  If I were to describe true luv then I would describe it as what a snowman did to a snowwoman: He gave her warm hug n they both melted in each other's arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Hearts could only luv 4 a while u can put many relations in a file, u can make a desert from the Nile, but u can't stop my smile when I c ur name on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  What's missing in H__RT? EA or U? Pick EA &amp;amp; you'll get a heart! If u pick U, you'll get hurt! I'd pick U coz it's better to get hurt than hv a heart without U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Don't rush in love for it never runs out. Let love be the one to knock at your door, so by the time you start to fall, you know that your feeling is for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  'I Trust You' is a better compliment than 'I Love You' because you may not always trust the person you love but you can always love the person you trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  When we were kids, we couldn't wait to grow up n fall in luv. Now that we are grown up, we realise that wounded knees were easier to heal than broken hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Find arms that will hold u at ur weakest, eyes that will c u at ur ugliest, heart that will luv at ur worst, if u hv found it, u've found luv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Girl: Will you love me after marriage also?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy: This depends on your husband, if he allows me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  What is the difference between blood and you? Blood enters the heart and flows out but you entered the heart and stayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•  Another month, another year, another smile, another tear, another winter, another summer too but there will never be another you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6988167848287934292-829480968919114779?l=love4everu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love4everu.blogspot.com/feeds/829480968919114779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love4everu.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-quotes_2690.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6988167848287934292/posts/default/829480968919114779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6988167848287934292/posts/default/829480968919114779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love4everu.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-quotes_2690.html' title='Love Quotes'/><author><name>Rahul Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133172908918614512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi6xskePPm4/Sy23F9H7y1I/AAAAAAAAACE/tJGVZfqDjRo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi6xskePPm4/Sy4S1G9-EbI/AAAAAAAAALs/ANUOpNy5w08/s72-c/love_quotes_graphics_c2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6988167848287934292.post-5022526048825819908</id><published>2009-12-20T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T04:57:32.630-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FRIENDSHIP'/><title type='text'>FRIENDSHIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi6xskePPm4/Sy3fiBVWldI/AAAAAAAAAK8/yuOViaE2J74/s1600-h/friendship"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi6xskePPm4/Sy3fiBVWldI/AAAAAAAAAK8/yuOViaE2J74/s200/friendship" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417231702363117010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial, Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial, Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;Do you enjoy your friendships?...For sure – YES!...But please recollect when you've met your friends recently?...and called up?...and sent e-mail?...Ages and ages ago…&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contemporary life, with its tight schedules and constant lack of time and overloads, just do not give us FREE time for pleasant and interesting relations and meetings…They say: "Friends are thieves of time"…Work and family are considered to be the crucial values of a person's life…These are "MUSTS"…We must and we DO devote our life-time to the things…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undoubtedly, there is "friendship" in the hot-list of human-life values…But please agree friendship is not the MUST…And this is really the most valuable and important aspect of friendship – FREEDOM…We are FREE here…free to choose time to get into touch with friends…free to choose place where we would love to be with them…free to choose way of spending time…and the best matter of friendship is freedom to be in the company of another person…In SUCH life we need it…We need take a breathe…Freedom…Friendship…!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So let start from today, from the next moment, call up your friend, text your friend or send a e-mail and tell him/her that how much precious they are for u and how much they value they hold in your life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6988167848287934292-5022526048825819908?l=love4everu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love4everu.blogspot.com/feeds/5022526048825819908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love4everu.blogspot.com/2009/12/friendship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6988167848287934292/posts/default/5022526048825819908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6988167848287934292/posts/default/5022526048825819908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love4everu.blogspot.com/2009/12/friendship.html' title='FRIENDSHIP'/><author><name>Rahul Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133172908918614512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi6xskePPm4/Sy23F9H7y1I/AAAAAAAAACE/tJGVZfqDjRo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi6xskePPm4/Sy3fiBVWldI/AAAAAAAAAK8/yuOViaE2J74/s72-c/friendship' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6988167848287934292.post-4247088827502231941</id><published>2009-12-19T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T01:45:24.712-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love-Images'/><title type='text'>Love-Images</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi6xskePPm4/Sy3OMnm6xgI/AAAAAAAAAK0/0d3XHHMMHPA/s1600-h/Love+(26).jpg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ec5fa479.picturesetc.net"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417212384587115058" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi6xskePPm4/Sy3N9d-lsrI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/588Ds5Jv7oY/s200/Loves.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417212382699434674" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi6xskePPm4/Sy3N9EsrduI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GBu1BLiDa5g/s1600-h/Love_Red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi6xskePPm4/Sy3N9EsrduI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GBu1BLiDa5g/s200/Love_Red.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417212375913428706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi6xskePPm4/Sy3Nvso05mI/AAAAAAAAAJk/LFY1F2oeIGs/s1600-h/Love_Is_Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi6xskePPm4/Sy3L62VKapI/AAAAAAAAAEs/U6HbvpCMI3k/s200/Emo_Heart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417210138673703570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6988167848287934292-4247088827502231941?l=love4everu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love4everu.blogspot.com/feeds/4247088827502231941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love4everu.blogspot.com/2009/12/emo-love-images.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6988167848287934292/posts/default/4247088827502231941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6988167848287934292/posts/default/4247088827502231941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love4everu.blogspot.com/2009/12/emo-love-images.html' title='Love-Images'/><author><name>Rahul Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133172908918614512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi6xskePPm4/Sy23F9H7y1I/AAAAAAAAACE/tJGVZfqDjRo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi6xskePPm4/Sy3OMnm6xgI/AAAAAAAAAK0/0d3XHHMMHPA/s72-c/Love+(26).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6988167848287934292.post-7895746435047305572</id><published>2009-12-19T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T00:29:46.445-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love?'/><title type='text'>Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi6xskePPm4/Sy0q5KurcwI/AAAAAAAAABw/92jmvpBEu08/s1600-h/3"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi6xskePPm4/Sy0q5KurcwI/AAAAAAAAABw/92jmvpBEu08/s200/3" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417033088417624834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;What Is Love?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi6xskePPm4/Sy0q4v91jWI/AAAAAAAAABg/5AlKIb0L-tQ/s1600-h/1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Some say it's mysterious, magical, complex, difficult, imaginary, thought-provoking, inspirational, intuitional, joyous, immeasurable, ecstasy, and undefinable. Perhaps.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; text-decoration: underline;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; text-decoration: underline;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lets Find it your self...! Share what u feel about love..! let everyone know what TRUE LOVE means&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6988167848287934292-7895746435047305572?l=love4everu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love4everu.blogspot.com/feeds/7895746435047305572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love4everu.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-on-air.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6988167848287934292/posts/default/7895746435047305572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6988167848287934292/posts/default/7895746435047305572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love4everu.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-on-air.html' title='Love?'/><author><name>Rahul Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133172908918614512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi6xskePPm4/Sy23F9H7y1I/AAAAAAAAACE/tJGVZfqDjRo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi6xskePPm4/Sy0q5KurcwI/AAAAAAAAABw/92jmvpBEu08/s72-c/3' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
