tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-104791222024-03-08T10:33:25.148+13:00The Secret Life of RussMy Life so far, Defining moments, Pieces of history and a slice of pumpkin pie.iRusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03713309720263220619noreply@blogger.comBlogger472125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10479122.post-8722560469033596382012-02-03T23:25:00.000+13:002012-02-03T23:26:44.288+13:00Since I fell for you<iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aaExljZu1WM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>iRusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03713309720263220619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10479122.post-37161858491074121182011-07-27T20:30:00.003+12:002011-07-27T20:43:49.330+12:00When things don't go according to plan<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ7MfeZC2nrCQz0d2H63GtsIvuUzpw2-viPhTw4CyXcn45NFi6LU6f4WLt2DG2GWNMqQxVhHNra0yhdsZwXnX0ceop2T5caKBjlsK05EGbljpXQBHkRpsmIUq_tOBBesF9DQ6F/s1600/The-plan1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ7MfeZC2nrCQz0d2H63GtsIvuUzpw2-viPhTw4CyXcn45NFi6LU6f4WLt2DG2GWNMqQxVhHNra0yhdsZwXnX0ceop2T5caKBjlsK05EGbljpXQBHkRpsmIUq_tOBBesF9DQ6F/s320/The-plan1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633949844450385554" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">If plan 'A' fails, remember you have 25 letters left.</div>iRusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03713309720263220619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10479122.post-52446579234900988982011-05-19T00:13:00.003+12:002011-05-19T00:16:37.666+12:00Living on a PrayerThere is not a day that goes by that I do not think about you. <br />I guess you made enough impact on me that I will never for get you. <br /><br /><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cFCHdZ5h5LE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>iRusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03713309720263220619noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10479122.post-40591090460360417102011-03-31T23:05:00.002+13:002011-03-31T23:22:26.054+13:00YOU.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_OfNQGdHEQKq7RU0vL-ne5SrWLgwkSrHB9AZXigxeoHHQ0LTrThOpEdJL3IaF-k-_i2Ok0eMQGCfrtjnKISUCrr93FcT-eJRGOybBM81f836azdtAbHyku8RC5zxYcqH0G36P/s1600/Choice.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_OfNQGdHEQKq7RU0vL-ne5SrWLgwkSrHB9AZXigxeoHHQ0LTrThOpEdJL3IaF-k-_i2Ok0eMQGCfrtjnKISUCrr93FcT-eJRGOybBM81f836azdtAbHyku8RC5zxYcqH0G36P/s320/Choice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590187323870791426" /></a><br />You. Yes, you. I am writing this for you.<br /><br />I know you are reading this. And I want you to know I am writing this for you. No one else will understand. No one else knows. They think that this is for them. But it’s not. I am writing this for you.<br /><br />I want you to know, life…it’s hard. Every day can be a challenge. It can be a challenge to get up in the morning. To get yourself out of bed. To put on that smile. But I want you to know, that smile is what keeps me going some days. You need to remember, even through the tough times, you are amazing. You really are.<br /><br />You should be happy. You are gorgeous.<br /><br />I know that the weather might not be perfect. You might have to turn your back to the wind or feel the cold nipping at your nose. But you know what, at least you are there to feel it. At least you can enjoy the sun’s warm rays on your face. Or that cold winter wind biting at your cheeks. You know what that means?<br /><br />You are alive.<br /><br />Everything will be okay.iRusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03713309720263220619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10479122.post-41299338994986754572011-03-03T23:49:00.002+13:002011-03-03T23:56:59.458+13:00You deserve to be happy.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnYlbrmWt60kDCeKj1bSCFJQXXY91bWmtl41kVdJ6QUVtYC1FNTJL5wz0fMDXsyFlrDNEhtN-QG7JpjZGcU6fw5YY1gxV7T24g61HldlFF0FUaSy77O4iWoGwJmemt-5YtT5GI/s1600/Butterfly+Catcher+096.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnYlbrmWt60kDCeKj1bSCFJQXXY91bWmtl41kVdJ6QUVtYC1FNTJL5wz0fMDXsyFlrDNEhtN-QG7JpjZGcU6fw5YY1gxV7T24g61HldlFF0FUaSy77O4iWoGwJmemt-5YtT5GI/s320/Butterfly+Catcher+096.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579805858770931106" /></a><br /><br /><br />“Happiness is a habit – cultivate it.” ~ Elbert HubbardiRusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03713309720263220619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10479122.post-10400057717091758352011-01-06T20:15:00.003+13:002011-01-06T20:23:23.835+13:00What life brings<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTEWeffyQL8zS29WZqifCGGqMs0mevWEfbKrhER9sb2SYwDJMUFlnReepn7QHDSZ35maxUCChegzovUaosFmxpIi8AmDWXzidsBiktUkVmC9SREU0pPb3gjT96kljPu4QbUbIn/s1600/livelife.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 169px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTEWeffyQL8zS29WZqifCGGqMs0mevWEfbKrhER9sb2SYwDJMUFlnReepn7QHDSZ35maxUCChegzovUaosFmxpIi8AmDWXzidsBiktUkVmC9SREU0pPb3gjT96kljPu4QbUbIn/s320/livelife.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558969901893809858" /></a><br />In one year from today, How will your life be different?<br /><br /><br />Trust in your life to take you where you are supposed to be. <br />Open your mind to options and just relax, you'll be surprised what might come up.iRusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03713309720263220619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10479122.post-70454723737411619192010-12-13T02:13:00.004+13:002010-12-13T02:40:02.051+13:00Beautiful Blue<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNrNtfBKkvi00tJ4TMnJcRI5sfjQI_9ltAMaHta3oUGi-Bth9Aftgi46xmtJf2e3Wd0bHv3YKbI8cYuKIMPXAJrJKCyCw9S4Tir3ed4ySALjm2ze5lwzw6lOHHPxy6jiHNwEtd/s1600/blue-eye-iris.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNrNtfBKkvi00tJ4TMnJcRI5sfjQI_9ltAMaHta3oUGi-Bth9Aftgi46xmtJf2e3Wd0bHv3YKbI8cYuKIMPXAJrJKCyCw9S4Tir3ed4ySALjm2ze5lwzw6lOHHPxy6jiHNwEtd/s320/blue-eye-iris.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549787939151184802" /></a><br />Beautiful Blue<br />So deep and true<br />You are my every thought<br />Shrouded by your every aspect <br />Stretching as far as the mind can see<br />To the future? but which paths to follow<br />May our hearts and minds lead us justiRusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03713309720263220619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10479122.post-20863899329309387242010-12-03T19:16:00.008+13:002011-01-06T20:28:37.338+13:00What comes next…?Have you had struggles in your life, hurdles in the race of that you just stumble over constantly?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKz_w91NDgMn-1zYa31x6QgnkxGgWU15j-C-wCZcAhL8HQf9NeGXpB_4cbiwgFFOlVkl-y7qG_Lkezwr16Wevd9eIoQ1wxDbF8ZbcK6fYnIpwP_NZwGFNw23MqxJ6GWV2JBdPl/s1600/struggle.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKz_w91NDgMn-1zYa31x6QgnkxGgWU15j-C-wCZcAhL8HQf9NeGXpB_4cbiwgFFOlVkl-y7qG_Lkezwr16Wevd9eIoQ1wxDbF8ZbcK6fYnIpwP_NZwGFNw23MqxJ6GWV2JBdPl/s320/struggle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546340058821120546" /></a><br />Letting go is never easy<br />sometimes our mind is willing but our heart says no...<br /><br />Sometimes there are things you regret, things you would like to take back,<br />things you would like to change if you could. <br />but we all have to live with the residue of our choices, and the consequence of our actions.<br /><br />Others may be concerned for you, but let them know that you are the luckiest person alive to be able to move forward. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWg2vbWpYl61r29RNx6wbDhSyiQBqwG2XvLV4EqDZKGhZY-rzRJ-UPhXxypzjUOAAg5SVf6hokEnfkCJJoeBkTpYWPfcqQQ9JC5r8aFPoQ-h9agQ_a9HdyKWgxuz7P3pPI7SSk/s1600/dreams.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWg2vbWpYl61r29RNx6wbDhSyiQBqwG2XvLV4EqDZKGhZY-rzRJ-UPhXxypzjUOAAg5SVf6hokEnfkCJJoeBkTpYWPfcqQQ9JC5r8aFPoQ-h9agQ_a9HdyKWgxuz7P3pPI7SSk/s320/dreams.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546339765534004434" /></a><br />Some people never get to touch their dreams, <br />never get to know what that feels like.<br />Never find that thing they love, or get to do it for a living. <br />So is that a tragedy to have that taken away from you? <br />No, the tragedy would be to lay awake at night wondering 'what if?'<br /><br />For those who have believed in you once, will believe in you again.<br />So for now, say goodbye to this chapter of you life, and look forward to what comes next. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoYo3EI4QY8clZdE0d6rFr0KWBNsthc82UACkhqGtdfNxtiqAviHhpExGa7d7xkhB17tDanvxmrYHh3Com-eQeNR_4AOECDnAbLx5jX1iHBDCI9UFl9eDPGCFJz8NRpyqMtB90/s1600/goodbye+chapter.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoYo3EI4QY8clZdE0d6rFr0KWBNsthc82UACkhqGtdfNxtiqAviHhpExGa7d7xkhB17tDanvxmrYHh3Com-eQeNR_4AOECDnAbLx5jX1iHBDCI9UFl9eDPGCFJz8NRpyqMtB90/s320/goodbye+chapter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546339039071737554" /></a>iRusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03713309720263220619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10479122.post-56665529110023769802010-07-25T12:50:00.004+12:002010-07-28T22:58:20.457+12:00What Life Brings<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBJ3YFl3-MpiT6rfgTtEfof80I2aeUmHX6cu6jhiw-OBAxZKVbkwPy7J36icgZrNw6xdskaS925dKVqNkHWtzudmBBytxqK7vGqzgEal0eannCmFxxl_rNlChZTgDbcLQ_Yef6/s1600/bottled_water_big.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBJ3YFl3-MpiT6rfgTtEfof80I2aeUmHX6cu6jhiw-OBAxZKVbkwPy7J36icgZrNw6xdskaS925dKVqNkHWtzudmBBytxqK7vGqzgEal0eannCmFxxl_rNlChZTgDbcLQ_Yef6/s320/bottled_water_big.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498909650055931234" /></a><br />I mentioned to a friend that I was lonely. They then said that no one should be lonely Russell, especially not you. That is where I said "I know, but we don't always choose what happens in our life. We just have to take what is served up to us, some of it will be good but other times it will be shit. "<br /><br />Life can be shit sometimes, but its also what you make out of life that counts. I am probably the biggest culprit for bottling up issues and emotions, I would have a dark cellar over filled with aging bottles of my life by now.<br /><br />I have never really had people that I feel that I could burden my life upon, not for will of trying, but more because I don't feel I should lay them down to people. I am the person my friends come to when they have troublesome issues and I feel it in me to take their burdens away from them.<br /><br />There are some of us who love to help others and give those who are in need of emotional relief. We just need to be sure they are taken care of, before we start having our bottles attended to. And if they are anything like me, it will take a little while, a lot of trust and one kick arse bottle opener.<br /><br /><br />If you have a friend who is always out there helping others with issues, take some time on them to make sure they are actually ok.<br />Sometime we want to talk to :)iRusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03713309720263220619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10479122.post-16145071100840024562010-07-22T21:11:00.009+12:002010-07-22T21:29:33.880+12:00its your life...<div style="text-align: center;">The longer you wait for the future</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDO6rQueClaF_0-GlCz2SU1MBJlYTuIORc_pqesYGaTw0nO4ka_xwGOUBGX1_A_W_Yt9_ehyphenhyphenmYr65kRVYQ0_brOkpfhyQMfePKhcxtuBUU_s6L-1vPeeB2SaX_svpH0Uj0rsVr/s1600/wait.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDO6rQueClaF_0-GlCz2SU1MBJlYTuIORc_pqesYGaTw0nO4ka_xwGOUBGX1_A_W_Yt9_ehyphenhyphenmYr65kRVYQ0_brOkpfhyQMfePKhcxtuBUU_s6L-1vPeeB2SaX_svpH0Uj0rsVr/s320/wait.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496660037477645314" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The shorter it will be...</div>iRusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03713309720263220619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10479122.post-70474703941574167972010-07-04T23:51:00.005+12:002010-07-05T00:13:13.613+12:00The world in turnsThe people you don't even notice, often knows your worth. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWDbVpE2qG1HYh-_hSNeEiZj9tN8sbRmoLPACkY2Fge0FPqShQSnOzK5iDnyjdQrMPxd-7fSbecUYixbWqLD0v5sKm5X478sOlEhTu3L1pY16xvrZWRgd9Ic2LEzzPxKw5Nmmw/s1600/DSC02870.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWDbVpE2qG1HYh-_hSNeEiZj9tN8sbRmoLPACkY2Fge0FPqShQSnOzK5iDnyjdQrMPxd-7fSbecUYixbWqLD0v5sKm5X478sOlEhTu3L1pY16xvrZWRgd9Ic2LEzzPxKw5Nmmw/s320/DSC02870.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490022252591975138" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And some people you care about make you feel trashed and stupid.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIXd2ZIAH6su_JqtTzCDcnwIghI5XF-Kd4t_yBRzewxNPRsMQCxrr3NCupSQ7fbs01PIkpGGZVsPBI7UActSlNcH1kMI7GVZWwvrgnKTdJRgg1ZHPp5jbw09dBxTNe-K7ocVKN/s1600/suffer.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIXd2ZIAH6su_JqtTzCDcnwIghI5XF-Kd4t_yBRzewxNPRsMQCxrr3NCupSQ7fbs01PIkpGGZVsPBI7UActSlNcH1kMI7GVZWwvrgnKTdJRgg1ZHPp5jbw09dBxTNe-K7ocVKN/s320/suffer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490021779315825586" /></a>iRusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03713309720263220619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10479122.post-89814499894858445162010-06-07T22:27:00.004+12:002010-06-07T22:46:26.720+12:00The Silent RoseThe silent rose<br />Whispers your name<br />It echoes through out the land<br />If only the silent rose could speak<br />Would it tell me of a love wanting to be deep<br />Oh how my heart would truly be<br />When this rose blossoms with light<br />It radiates you in the dismal night<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">© Russell Clark 2010</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRE98YB3JsYyONICYe5zyCxWoiOgIz2ZXTkASWbzIC8lnCtbfXdVX8wp7YosWFL5b-NVuEq-xKMsDxYI2MjCHjTT64U2SETHv5tMzYc8cOb3xRi2vJYfpgMktGyzXEOLO5ocXe/s1600/single_yellow_rose.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRE98YB3JsYyONICYe5zyCxWoiOgIz2ZXTkASWbzIC8lnCtbfXdVX8wp7YosWFL5b-NVuEq-xKMsDxYI2MjCHjTT64U2SETHv5tMzYc8cOb3xRi2vJYfpgMktGyzXEOLO5ocXe/s320/single_yellow_rose.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479979771297591826" /></a>iRusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03713309720263220619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10479122.post-91649318992741098072010-06-06T03:13:00.004+12:002010-11-26T02:01:23.625+13:00Love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7RJFbnryGWRj4vv6Kjlbl6YZJBVAeBRmamHPvMzP-fPzMn4oFacN8A6I_zS1yZuCvimMZ4GkELIokom6xP2K-Bgv4dqmyDn8KKP1XC_dhWOWE478T5QPhThKkCJYhyarY7Yok/s1600/love.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7RJFbnryGWRj4vv6Kjlbl6YZJBVAeBRmamHPvMzP-fPzMn4oFacN8A6I_zS1yZuCvimMZ4GkELIokom6xP2K-Bgv4dqmyDn8KKP1XC_dhWOWE478T5QPhThKkCJYhyarY7Yok/s320/love.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543468913231042178" /></a><br /><div><br /></div>love only happens when it is cosmic and when it is ment to be<br />love only happens when two hearts beat in time<br />be happy will not you, for your friends rejoice.<br /><br />when it is indefinite, it burns like a permeating torch to my soul<br />its not fair that I am ready to release<br />when all i want from you is peaceiRusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03713309720263220619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10479122.post-27766946149660816762010-06-02T21:28:00.009+12:002010-06-04T00:48:05.950+12:00ChoicesWe waste our words and we waste or moments, and we don't take the time to say the things in our hearts when we have the chance.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqcV7EfLo43xXfFiKexH7AuuSRmSHcKIauFcodBnZUSSXUAG6flzWsGcy3-c2Y0Vey0pjOkkeikzR-6RXqXna-vJL5jWGBqr28ZEHL-pCWhGwMhJnoEEEEnNB0EFbnSUx1Tb2L/s1600/wasting-time.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqcV7EfLo43xXfFiKexH7AuuSRmSHcKIauFcodBnZUSSXUAG6flzWsGcy3-c2Y0Vey0pjOkkeikzR-6RXqXna-vJL5jWGBqr28ZEHL-pCWhGwMhJnoEEEEnNB0EFbnSUx1Tb2L/s320/wasting-time.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478111304436966034" /></a><br />We all fail, some of us have the fortitude to pick ourselves up and some of us will never have that. Some of us have grace in our hearts and the ability to show compassion, and some of us don't.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy-rZqpqfLPqUx4oVYF0YiZFdaCecuWUEXsxb5oY7boKNE346sjyUHW1DvHXMfo5ig2KXNVNGmhpisadcN-NqfILMma7MZ44SMd-9CS8_Gb1XpO4cUJ_p6sYMLcBPGyvUIPhAM/s1600/compassion.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy-rZqpqfLPqUx4oVYF0YiZFdaCecuWUEXsxb5oY7boKNE346sjyUHW1DvHXMfo5ig2KXNVNGmhpisadcN-NqfILMma7MZ44SMd-9CS8_Gb1XpO4cUJ_p6sYMLcBPGyvUIPhAM/s320/compassion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478110565848552802" /></a><br />Forgiveness does not exist, it is simply what you do, and how you pay for it.<br /><br />So remember that when you practice what ever evils in you heart, or when you cheat or steal, lust or hate or gossip or covet. What ever it is that you do, or planing to do or have done...<br />There is no forgiveness there is just what comes next. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSn_qe1BQiH3aSAfORSgg5lJ0Tl7BSC7WqqW55FdqcTC_y4h9vWKo4EsdxsTdQiQffDjJlpVWJAWW9dYGiJStY2DGd9eEZNb61YHP-ENMf0kun28BjaUAT3fq5esJI_X3aHuau/s1600/alone2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSn_qe1BQiH3aSAfORSgg5lJ0Tl7BSC7WqqW55FdqcTC_y4h9vWKo4EsdxsTdQiQffDjJlpVWJAWW9dYGiJStY2DGd9eEZNb61YHP-ENMf0kun28BjaUAT3fq5esJI_X3aHuau/s320/alone2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478113155208259314" /></a><br />There is only pain, guilt and the misery of knowing who you are and what you did.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis6AJBk36GVCRV-OPqMsXuQD2u1U-TilMEbpUPh7ZgwPtjapi1ZXD-SULfNkI2qT0bHfxZAAaT7FgWGytp_nBK5jmmTU-7g_7_v6gMuUdijrN13RBllW7CsPJ7bOc1iTdHUgEl/s1600/choices2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis6AJBk36GVCRV-OPqMsXuQD2u1U-TilMEbpUPh7ZgwPtjapi1ZXD-SULfNkI2qT0bHfxZAAaT7FgWGytp_nBK5jmmTU-7g_7_v6gMuUdijrN13RBllW7CsPJ7bOc1iTdHUgEl/s320/choices2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478109707313048082" /></a><br />So don't do it, Just stop before its too late.iRusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03713309720263220619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10479122.post-85217271814257292092010-06-02T21:13:00.003+12:002010-06-02T21:24:59.552+12:00Free & New<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Lost in an unknown world, </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">where others don't understand. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Free to be you and no one cares </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">autonomous as a bird flying by</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Float away born free and new, </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">great energy radiates a bright glow. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Cautious with the delicateness of life</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">all troubles drift away,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">like a troublesome dream away with dawn. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Born free and new life </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">lights up like a radiant glow. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Sun down on all old whither away</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">like an elderly leaf on the verge of autumns peril</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Absorb like no tomorrow </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">as there are still new things to come. </p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Tomorrow is a day to start afresh</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">everything will fall into place. </p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">© R.J. Clark 2007</p>iRusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03713309720263220619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10479122.post-68866286752500388902010-02-16T21:36:00.010+13:002010-02-16T22:37:01.036+13:00keep it vividHave you ever had a dream that was so real,<br />that when you woke up you didn't know what to believe?<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg78b8NQE7DYsg1obwQJTPowE1oTw8DEz8KEvOr06X1TnNwO1YmRBlK4bAl3V4Vy5GNEDAv8JGWiyF1xtIiJOl9JM8gWVZq_w6180O030BjZEpPt7oYaonO70ydZLLDgDVHyA_U/s1600-h/Illusion.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg78b8NQE7DYsg1obwQJTPowE1oTw8DEz8KEvOr06X1TnNwO1YmRBlK4bAl3V4Vy5GNEDAv8JGWiyF1xtIiJOl9JM8gWVZq_w6180O030BjZEpPt7oYaonO70ydZLLDgDVHyA_U/s320/Illusion.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438765612265606914" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>What would you do, if what you though was true wasn't, </div><div>and what you thought wasn't true was?<br />Would you retreat into your dreams with the hope of finding a more perfect reality?</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjziF5TzGl_mChMWwxlBBQI2iYsWj04Teii9y9Mw2DWzOpgFt4Ov1eyYa4KxShtslLkIZbdCGcMXbxU_D5zlWMpnOutr5_5pK1dhmyAMBUZ_7ZajfZcjRDt0ctpDZ_AhrILmVOz/s1600-h/virtual-reality-6.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjziF5TzGl_mChMWwxlBBQI2iYsWj04Teii9y9Mw2DWzOpgFt4Ov1eyYa4KxShtslLkIZbdCGcMXbxU_D5zlWMpnOutr5_5pK1dhmyAMBUZ_7ZajfZcjRDt0ctpDZ_AhrILmVOz/s320/virtual-reality-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438767598585267202" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Sometimes life is stranger than a dream<br />and the only way to wake up, is to face what lies you've hidden in your soul.<br />And you can only hope that in those dark moments of reflection... </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaXqUVCoo0AT89WMfpYKnWKQdiuJRDjWvNmDwW8OCTdW7cNQPyki5O_SI74u1HWSXYG_VNA-WWFdtV2RIiegk65yetLECeFhXreDkou8aIyvNtZpGkXAXVWVZleoQ96V73KByv/s1600-h/mirror_reflection.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaXqUVCoo0AT89WMfpYKnWKQdiuJRDjWvNmDwW8OCTdW7cNQPyki5O_SI74u1HWSXYG_VNA-WWFdtV2RIiegk65yetLECeFhXreDkou8aIyvNtZpGkXAXVWVZleoQ96V73KByv/s320/mirror_reflection.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438770420079913378" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br />that you are not alone.<br /></div></div>iRusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03713309720263220619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10479122.post-40748233527644032772009-12-09T23:03:00.007+13:002009-12-09T23:25:56.432+13:00ResolutionWhere will you go? <br />What will you be?<br />Will you give in or will you succeed.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinmlpiB0pB4G_jnOsTsLYqGtOLaVlnFAnxfH-a9YNkXoI1jtMWs7W33iDg-NNFYEmAsyA94gIsuj3rrX8PQG0K8I3WH1_EiFHtqnEksvOPzClVxSNS3veUvEfbN6kRifSIgpUq/s1600-h/choice.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinmlpiB0pB4G_jnOsTsLYqGtOLaVlnFAnxfH-a9YNkXoI1jtMWs7W33iDg-NNFYEmAsyA94gIsuj3rrX8PQG0K8I3WH1_EiFHtqnEksvOPzClVxSNS3veUvEfbN6kRifSIgpUq/s320/choice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413180120586850338" /></a><br />Sometimes tough choices have to be made in an effort for you to succeed. <br />It is up to you if you are willing to make them happen or succumb to defeat.<br /><br />When you decide on the path you are going to take, stand tall, be bold and take it one step at a time. It is only then that you will achieve your goal, and if you feel like your going to fail don't be afraid to take the challenge, its merely a minor obstacle testing you to see if you are ready to succeed in life or learn some more. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk2gcBt8oeyRTRTKI8LKltF9TSQ0-CW1_0FxV5w0LfrcDjA4AkxXnCbJ3SkchIoGmOiZizI-LJAihsTFmPoG3xe3qInSipGwsOO0AZtsHj5x3zA1eDE-D6c7wGyXvLUHTL1hEA/s1600-h/woods.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk2gcBt8oeyRTRTKI8LKltF9TSQ0-CW1_0FxV5w0LfrcDjA4AkxXnCbJ3SkchIoGmOiZizI-LJAihsTFmPoG3xe3qInSipGwsOO0AZtsHj5x3zA1eDE-D6c7wGyXvLUHTL1hEA/s320/woods.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413178904070953298" /></a><br />"Never let the fear of striking out stop you from winning the game"iRusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03713309720263220619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10479122.post-48119374647604985522009-09-28T22:37:00.003+13:002009-09-28T23:07:53.689+13:00Retract<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLLsMJutXTvNFJ7DwtcQw3YS-tsgpO6faRkbzncHoVInwunWR5OeZefFukQVybhMyJE7Q1yQktrsojazmOhcywh97uX6er1fVvdHmXsGjPhK9wXFQy7zHdDbBp9q71BwDlWUpa/s1600-h/look-for-the-future.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 297px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLLsMJutXTvNFJ7DwtcQw3YS-tsgpO6faRkbzncHoVInwunWR5OeZefFukQVybhMyJE7Q1yQktrsojazmOhcywh97uX6er1fVvdHmXsGjPhK9wXFQy7zHdDbBp9q71BwDlWUpa/s320/look-for-the-future.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386456672296397730" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes people say things they don't mean </div><div style="text-align: center;">or do things they can not take back</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes we do the things that we can not take back</div><div style="text-align: center;">so we feed ourselves to starve the pain</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiFXXvwMt8ujjwEQe8wgSAfoZDErTozCibxdgroBTmTQcmCTj19m_EXnGyoICzhjGCSr_3KbDPrQrtylImdZKotoXTvcGYQzVLfxpNkn9qrUOkjeyToBqptdODDhUHdRhY6kZF/s1600-h/searching.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiFXXvwMt8ujjwEQe8wgSAfoZDErTozCibxdgroBTmTQcmCTj19m_EXnGyoICzhjGCSr_3KbDPrQrtylImdZKotoXTvcGYQzVLfxpNkn9qrUOkjeyToBqptdODDhUHdRhY6kZF/s320/searching.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386456664478364914" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Unburden yourself from the mistakes of your past</div><div style="text-align: center;">and when you do, your heart grows stronger</div><div style="text-align: center;">it doesn't mean what you have done is forgotten</div><div style="text-align: center;">what you have done is out there</div><div style="text-align: center;">and what you have done remembers</div>iRusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03713309720263220619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10479122.post-85439044852303647942009-08-14T18:18:00.003+12:002009-08-14T18:35:36.516+12:00Michael Joseph Savage.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR34ZJDAz-IWyA0PGSUZH008Jukg8MkOc15RRIn3qVeQYxDniOTSLAXfb_gnBJYqcw2-C2J3JHKly8EgCBRUCY2IIj43pza_Ub5CSH7tN2OnruOqhicGc8k6QHd3K0ItgMxzz_/s1600-h/MJS.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR34ZJDAz-IWyA0PGSUZH008Jukg8MkOc15RRIn3qVeQYxDniOTSLAXfb_gnBJYqcw2-C2J3JHKly8EgCBRUCY2IIj43pza_Ub5CSH7tN2OnruOqhicGc8k6QHd3K0ItgMxzz_/s320/MJS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369704026827433906" /></a><br />Michael Joseph Savage was the first Labour Prime Minister of New Zealand and lead the nation for 14 years from 1935 to 1949.<br /><br />Under his time as the leader of this nation, Labour introduced:<br /><br />Compulsory trade unionism <br />The 40 hour working week<br />Introduced welfare benefits for invalids and the unemployed<br />Removed most fees for healthcare and secondary education<br />Began the state housing programme, providing rental houses for low-income workers<br />Replaced the term 'Native' with 'Maori' in official usage, including the Minister of Māori Affairs<br /><br />These things make what New Zealand is today, an amazing nation of diversity and support for those in need of welfare. <br /><br />We are only a small and young nation, but we march with a union of hearts and souls to a common destiny.<br />- Michael Joseph SavageiRusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03713309720263220619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10479122.post-89372464005249885172009-06-14T22:24:00.003+12:002009-06-14T22:59:51.525+12:00Can't you see?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdTe87phApqxHpxAaMOlHZUEvfhYjQWuPAIfj9nm2S7Hw48Zazemf-f_TXqJgSjzgOX8clcHb8Jw1sCSf9BgG1EskeXxDlf_0M5gyZPpfEnqYaMBV7XvEWRrXWv6wP5rWCjWBq/s1600-h/mirror.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdTe87phApqxHpxAaMOlHZUEvfhYjQWuPAIfj9nm2S7Hw48Zazemf-f_TXqJgSjzgOX8clcHb8Jw1sCSf9BgG1EskeXxDlf_0M5gyZPpfEnqYaMBV7XvEWRrXWv6wP5rWCjWBq/s320/mirror.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347134783102603042" /></a><br />Take a look at your self in the mirror, who do you see looking back?<br />Is it the person you want to be?<br />Or is there someone else you were meant to be, the person you should have been but fell short of.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY49pJmVUf-ODJ-FuuT90X8hhjV4XfFRqTGW1tRaqwLvy2nM4UY5dkt5OnyDetAWv3MKACYTP-8Z-Q-y_amWxUMF4YZXYWQ3YPJQlnwE1owA-11dryxt-Cn_kLdKQiR8GhZfkL/s1600-h/you+can+or+cant.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY49pJmVUf-ODJ-FuuT90X8hhjV4XfFRqTGW1tRaqwLvy2nM4UY5dkt5OnyDetAWv3MKACYTP-8Z-Q-y_amWxUMF4YZXYWQ3YPJQlnwE1owA-11dryxt-Cn_kLdKQiR8GhZfkL/s320/you+can+or+cant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347134787038603730" /></a><br />Is someone telling you, you cant, or you wont? Because you can!<br />Believe that love is out there<br />Believe that dreams come true everyday, because they do<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlo5oGKv4ofgET32-cCKXVIqSKvxasuQyHX0lFSqM1ZJvhK5J9bzbog1w4sbwYIqyrR1jX34aQElFsetOHfGpv_sCvgLcFjCFJ_SZapjgTP6JYy3tktiiJUeqywyziVL-_QfVx/s1600-h/happiness.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlo5oGKv4ofgET32-cCKXVIqSKvxasuQyHX0lFSqM1ZJvhK5J9bzbog1w4sbwYIqyrR1jX34aQElFsetOHfGpv_sCvgLcFjCFJ_SZapjgTP6JYy3tktiiJUeqywyziVL-_QfVx/s320/happiness.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347134780560433138" /></a><br />Sometimes happiness doesn't come from money or fame or power, sometimes happiness comes from good friends and family and the quiet knowbility of leading a good life<br />Believe that dreams come true everyday, because they do<br />So take a look in that mirror and be happy, because you deserve to be<br />Believe that! And believe that dreams do come true everyday, because they doiRusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03713309720263220619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10479122.post-82199366585572645592009-06-13T02:23:00.003+12:002009-06-13T02:28:28.416+12:00Just when<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD5XTGWC5zsFc99PrBVD9exi7sqk7JbkPN23B1jdJPHryV4c58o8IFmCAC1z3Vo5c4sw1rnKDHQ9vgqdcFLFX8lWTfQoMIhHeFGu0jtt0sCiF7JTHLZjCWAnRN65Tf3NfWdG2V/s1600-h/Torn+Apart.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD5XTGWC5zsFc99PrBVD9exi7sqk7JbkPN23B1jdJPHryV4c58o8IFmCAC1z3Vo5c4sw1rnKDHQ9vgqdcFLFX8lWTfQoMIhHeFGu0jtt0sCiF7JTHLZjCWAnRN65Tf3NfWdG2V/s320/Torn+Apart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346447732283130146" /></a><br />Just when you think it is ok <br />It all comes rushing back<br />Just when you think its ok<br />he slams you in the face<br /><br />its not his fault that he drives me fucken crazy<br />i really thought i was over that<br />but today it just came all rushing backiRusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03713309720263220619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10479122.post-68368362836511395592009-05-03T20:32:00.003+12:002009-05-03T20:39:12.310+12:00Playing Jenga can be fun.Especially when it is Giant Jenga, and you play with your face... <br />the game is full of surprises. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kZKD9WmLyOE&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kZKD9WmLyOE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>iRusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03713309720263220619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10479122.post-18894384880207460712009-04-26T12:25:00.004+12:002009-04-26T12:34:46.357+12:00Thank you for being a friend.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihMRoCeTc8w-3k59ApBY32U9L7i9GScncGTRIgUe26YgifNnM3D058U3ASUwVYXvu74r_Y-dhcS_35LMTTr5aBN2SKDSMeXCKfA4yDP4ELh_Yz9BwHePebESlB3ymFACCVsaHp/s1600-h/BeaArthur.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 320px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihMRoCeTc8w-3k59ApBY32U9L7i9GScncGTRIgUe26YgifNnM3D058U3ASUwVYXvu74r_Y-dhcS_35LMTTr5aBN2SKDSMeXCKfA4yDP4ELh_Yz9BwHePebESlB3ymFACCVsaHp/s320/BeaArthur.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328791643638664658" /></a><br />Beatrice Arthur, the tall, deep-voiced actress whose razor-sharp delivery of comedy lines made her a TV star in the hit shows "Maude" and "The Golden Girls", has died. She was 86.<br /><br />"Golden Girls" (1985-1992) was a groundbreaking comedy, finding surprising success in a television market increasingly skewed toward a younger, product-buying audience.<br /><br />The series concerned three retirees – Arthur, Betty White and Rue McClanahan – and the mother of Arthur's character, Estelle Getty, who lived together in a Miami apartment. In contrast to the violent "Miami Vice," the comedy was nicknamed "Miami Nice."<br /><br />As Dorothy Zbornak, Arthur seemed as caustic and domineering as Maude. She was unconcerned about the similarity of the two roles. "Look – I'm 5-feet-9 (1.75 meters), I have a deep voice and I have a way with a line," she told an interviewer. "What can I do about it? I can't stay home waiting for something different. I think it's a total waste of energy worrying about typecasting."<br /><br />The interplay among the four women and their relations with men fueled the comedy, and the show amassed a big audience and 10 Emmys, including two as best comedy series and individual awards for each of the stars.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMRI-eYk80G4S0lVpH4CeGQZc1IhiT1mnTqvgjMp9jlOAWE31n6qEFPsewh3tQ0-kRNOKVWBiQNm8gzodOT19V2AgXsh94bchWPLdJGG8L0WJy7YRHQylS4B4c5Ty3ctfB35IG/s1600-h/beaarthur-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMRI-eYk80G4S0lVpH4CeGQZc1IhiT1mnTqvgjMp9jlOAWE31n6qEFPsewh3tQ0-kRNOKVWBiQNm8gzodOT19V2AgXsh94bchWPLdJGG8L0WJy7YRHQylS4B4c5Ty3ctfB35IG/s320/beaarthur-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328791647343402530" /></a>iRusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03713309720263220619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10479122.post-87835306412206917422009-04-24T17:50:00.003+12:002009-04-24T18:00:32.373+12:00refresh<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXj6d6wtMkqRVo8KUOH2RnXo0bOq8Se74QW-BSJ6tgwbs6VTUKikmrFZ8UMpuURAKvZMRvscoBv1G-OkZ0JYflOQKOBCGC9dBvLBi9LrqoIV6MNehMZB0nooy4L7iCmhc9pcEs/s1600-h/orange-abstract-art.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXj6d6wtMkqRVo8KUOH2RnXo0bOq8Se74QW-BSJ6tgwbs6VTUKikmrFZ8UMpuURAKvZMRvscoBv1G-OkZ0JYflOQKOBCGC9dBvLBi9LrqoIV6MNehMZB0nooy4L7iCmhc9pcEs/s400/orange-abstract-art.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328133747834384770" /></a><br />no more tears from these eyes shall fall<br />i am over it, giving you it all. <br />I was willing to give you heart<br />but all you did was tore it apart. <br /><br />no more tears from these eyes shall fall<br />I am new again and this time i wont bawl <br />I've been broken, I've been torn apart<br />but its time to have a brand new startiRusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03713309720263220619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10479122.post-87079826528476404632009-03-27T22:59:00.002+13:002009-03-28T12:33:15.051+13:00Songs that fit the mood, because words can not describe how you feel.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CwGi_SzarC8&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CwGi_SzarC8&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />With the sound of the ocean crashing,<br />7:30 Friday evening,<br />I choke back each tear that bleeds,<br />I'd rather rest forever in your arms<br />I'd rather stay here, than go,<br />But I know that I should leave<br /><br /><br />I think of our time together,<br />Is it faded, or am I dreaming?<br />Everything you said lives on<br />I cherish our memory<br />I wanna kiss your tears away tonight<br />It's hard to give up the one you never thought you'd leave<br /><br />Don't go<br />Don't go<br />Your eyes see through my soul<br />Don't go<br />Don't go<br />You say, as I walk out your door<br /><br />With the sound of the ocean crashing,<br />7:30 Friday evening,<br />Everything comes tumbling downiRusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03713309720263220619noreply@blogger.com0