<?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-12455324</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:09:52.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror or Mirage?</title><subtitle type='html'>A journey in self-discovery about me... about life...about what it means to be... what it means to be happy... and what it means to be alive. Are we really living our lives? Come and explore - reality awaits.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12455324.post-115323741027069051</id><published>2006-07-18T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T23:43:30.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wah wahhhhhh!</title><summary type='text'>Woh kuchh iss tadhaa se aayiKe uski aahat ka jadoo rom rom mein bassgayaWoh kuchh iss tadhaa se muskuraayi Ke woh dil ke kone kone mein phassgayiWoh kuchh iss tadhaa se dekhein mujheKe lagta hai jaise aankhon se hassgayiWoh kuchh iss tadhaa se mehke aajNahin uss jaisi koi bhi mahek joh dil ko yun kass gayiJi haan, huaa hai aaj nayi khushboo se milan Na aane deynge abh uspar aanchWoh hai woh hai </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/115323741027069051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12455324&amp;postID=115323741027069051&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/115323741027069051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/115323741027069051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/2006/07/wah-wahhhhhh.html' title='Wah wahhhhhh!'/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12455324.post-115278820845638173</id><published>2006-07-13T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T18:56:48.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of thoughts and thinking</title><summary type='text'>Pondering upon a single thought of oursCan often result in a consequence Entirely different from that perceivedIn our original thought sequence.If only we would take time to thinkAnd re-process a particular thought we thinkWe would surprise ourselves upon realisingThe extent of change the rethinking process can bring! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/115278820845638173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12455324&amp;postID=115278820845638173&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/115278820845638173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/115278820845638173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/2006/07/of-thoughts-and-thinking.html' title='Of thoughts and thinking'/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12455324.post-115269634795768106</id><published>2006-07-12T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T17:25:47.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag it from the Top</title><summary type='text'>Sayesha has beckoned a revival of this blog, if only on account of a tag. Hopefully, it'll be a new beginning for the revival of fruitful exchanges between me and myself! This one's for you Sayesha.I said...We live only once, so why not give it our best shot?I want...To learn so many things!!!I wish...I realise my dream of changing lives in some significant way.I miss...Blogging!!I hear...The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/115269634795768106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12455324&amp;postID=115269634795768106&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/115269634795768106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/115269634795768106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/2006/07/tag-it-from-top.html' title='Tag it from the Top'/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12455324.post-113756381347083533</id><published>2006-01-18T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T15:32:42.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeh dil....</title><summary type='text'>Dil kashmakash mein hai, lekin hai shaant bhi.Dil aazaad hai lekin qayd bhi.Dil pehchaanta nahin par jaanta hai.Dil maanta nahin par jaanta toh hai.Dil haaye, dil toh hai. Par dil saath nahin yaar.Joh hota saath dhoondte na phirte dil ko baar baar. Shaayad dil hai par kaabu mein nahin aaj kal.Dil vaadiyon mein bhattak raha hai, samett rahaa hai guzre hue pal.Dil kashmakash mein hai, par shaant </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/113756381347083533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12455324&amp;postID=113756381347083533&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/113756381347083533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/113756381347083533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/2006/01/yeh-dil.html' title='Yeh dil....'/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12455324.post-113720889812022231</id><published>2006-01-14T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T11:21:38.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Udhaas nahin hai dilBas thodi sa maayus hai yehDuniyaan dekh kar aksar hasta haiGhumon mein bhi gungunaataa hai yehTaajub hai ke joh baateinKabhi laati thi aankhon mein aansunAaj wohi dil ko behlaati hainEh dil, kahaan bhatak rahaa hai tu?Duniyaa se toh umeed le haare humLekin khud koh zindadil rakh behtHe hainBas raasta hai aur manzil hai, chalte jaana haiIssi ko zindagi kehte hain.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/113720889812022231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12455324&amp;postID=113720889812022231&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/113720889812022231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/113720889812022231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/2006/01/udhaas-nahin-hai-dil-bas-thodi-sa.html' title=''/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12455324.post-113708266045333181</id><published>2006-01-13T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T00:26:04.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Nobody</title><summary type='text'>Does it matter who I am?Or whether I exist?Sometimes I melt into nothingnessAnd there's no trace of me...Unless you really care to knowWhere I am and how I'm doing.Is it a facade?An act put up to seek attention?Nah - it's not attention that I crave.Just someone who genuinely cares for me.Someone who sincerely understands me.As opposed to friends who drop in and out of my life.But perhaps - I ask </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/113708266045333181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12455324&amp;postID=113708266045333181&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/113708266045333181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/113708266045333181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-nobody.html' title='I&apos;m a Nobody'/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12455324.post-113336769932400445</id><published>2005-12-01T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T00:24:48.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aankhein</title><summary type='text'>Beautiful eyes gazing Talking with their gazeSearching, soulfulSending endearing praiseWatchfulNot a second adriftI'm embracedAdorned with love's gift.Sweetness and warmthEyelashes naturally curledThose eyes those eyesMy world my world.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/113336769932400445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12455324&amp;postID=113336769932400445&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/113336769932400445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/113336769932400445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/2005/12/aankhein.html' title='Aankhein'/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12455324.post-113319357887345297</id><published>2005-11-28T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T23:59:38.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dil Dhoond Rahaa Hai</title><summary type='text'>Dil dhoond rahaa hai ek sawaal ka jawaabPar na soch kaam aaye, na guru, na kitaabKal tak toh lagaa thaKe tanhaayee baDgayi hai shaayadLekin agarr dil khud hee tanhaayee ko dhoondePhir tanhaayi se kya shikkaayadTanhaa honaa koi gunna toh nahinTanhaa rehnaa bhi ek kalaa haiKyun ke tanhaayee mein rehkar heeInsaan khud se millaa haiLeykin tanhaayee ki ek khataa hai huzurrTanhaayee mein kahin istarhaa</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/113319357887345297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12455324&amp;postID=113319357887345297&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/113319357887345297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/113319357887345297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/2005/11/dil-dhoond-rahaa-hai.html' title='Dil Dhoond Rahaa Hai'/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12455324.post-113293611451624626</id><published>2005-11-26T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T00:28:34.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bheed mein tanhaayi</title><summary type='text'>Bheed mein tanhaayi si haiDil pooch rahaa hai aisa kyun?Bas, yeh aansoon tapak pade hain aajNajaane yeh dil iss uljhann mein kyun...Sabh kuchh hai yahaanLekin phir bhi ek kammi si haiSabh apne apne paas hainPhir bhi ajeeb nammi si hai...Shaayad yehi hai uljhann meriKe joh apne hain, woh hain bhi par nahinJab chaahti hoon woh hon paas apneDekhne mein woh hain kahin nahin Mehsoos karna chaahti hoon</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/113293611451624626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12455324&amp;postID=113293611451624626&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/113293611451624626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/113293611451624626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/2005/11/bheed-mein-tanhaayi.html' title='Bheed mein tanhaayi'/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12455324.post-113284052268825410</id><published>2005-11-24T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T22:47:20.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey without a destination</title><summary type='text'>I think of life and ask myself 'where am I now'... Sometimes it's nice to know how far I have come...Funnily enough though, the answer most often isMy dear, you haven't moved at all, your journey hasn't even begun...'But so much time has passed and been lost' I retort,'Where has it all gone? ' :('Surely, I must have gotten somewhere?''You've triumphed small battles here and there, but the WAR has</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/113284052268825410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12455324&amp;postID=113284052268825410&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/113284052268825410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/113284052268825410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/2005/11/journey-without-destination.html' title='Journey without a destination'/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12455324.post-113275947031155373</id><published>2005-11-23T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T23:24:30.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember November...</title><summary type='text'>It's one of my favourite times of the year...These November days are very special to meSo much so that each special November day Is honoured and deeply etched into my memory...Special for so many reasonsNone I care to speak of I sayBut the emotional peace and love I feel these daysNo other month can make me feel this way.It's nostaglic when I think backRecalling each November I've livedSo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/113275947031155373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12455324&amp;postID=113275947031155373&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/113275947031155373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/113275947031155373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/2005/11/remember-november.html' title='Remember November...'/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12455324.post-113258692002819578</id><published>2005-11-21T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T23:28:40.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How interesting!!</title><summary type='text'> What Famous Leader Are You?personality tests by similarminds.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/113258692002819578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12455324&amp;postID=113258692002819578&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/113258692002819578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/113258692002819578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/2005/11/how-interesting.html' title='How interesting!!'/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12455324.post-112921256576736694</id><published>2005-10-13T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T22:14:16.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><summary type='text'>A silent communication exists between usSometimes, we want to be in touchBut words are lost ... lost in the myriad maze of our mindsThoughts are lost in the dark dungeons of distanceI no longer existBut . . . they still exist...Thoughts... memories...Leave... pleaseI dont want themI want peaceI know....They continue to teaseMocking mePiercing meI dont know whyPlease, let's say goodbye?Come </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/112921256576736694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12455324&amp;postID=112921256576736694&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/112921256576736694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/112921256576736694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/2005/10/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12455324.post-112844040230179305</id><published>2005-10-04T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T22:45:36.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The X-Factor</title><summary type='text'>We all spend so much of our days, weeks, months, years, lives looking for that special X-FACTOR in our lives. We keep looking for that one thing - that special something that we've all come to call the 'X-factor'. However, so often, without our even realising, the X-factor pervades our day making us smile, laugh, enjoy life and experience all those emotions that we hunger to experience as humans.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/112844040230179305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12455324&amp;postID=112844040230179305&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/112844040230179305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/112844040230179305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/2005/10/x-factor.html' title='The X-Factor'/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12455324.post-112843041722844467</id><published>2005-10-04T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T21:35:17.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grandeur of Small Things</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes it just takes a lil bit of thought, a tiny effort to make someone's day. It's almost as if in God's (the Higher Power or Higher Energy, call it what you may) great magnificient design, we are each given the power to influence someone else's day. And so I find, that if I look hard enough for the 'interventions' in my own day, I am blessed with many many sweet interventions.   Even if I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/112843041722844467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12455324&amp;postID=112843041722844467&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/112843041722844467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/112843041722844467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/2005/10/grandeur-of-small-things.html' title='The Grandeur of Small Things'/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12455324.post-112809035867630125</id><published>2005-09-30T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T23:31:35.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuch Kuch Hota Hai</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I wonder why certain people have such an impact on my life. Of course, there are those, whose importance and impact is very easy to explain. In fact, it's but natural to think that the things they say or do would make a significant difference in my life...But then there are certain others. People who for an inexplicable reason or perhaps reason unknown to us... just make such a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/112809035867630125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12455324&amp;postID=112809035867630125&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/112809035867630125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/112809035867630125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/2005/09/kuch-kuch-hota-hai.html' title='Kuch Kuch Hota Hai'/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12455324.post-112788902971418146</id><published>2005-09-28T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T23:10:38.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A child's poetry</title><summary type='text'>Ek arsa hogayaa haiKuchh baatein kehni thi aapseAap toh bhuul hi gayeLekin aap humse hain aur hum aapseAap toh yuhin chodkar chalegayeSochaa nahin kis haal mein honge bin aapkePar khudaah ki rehmat samjhoonAap humse hain toh hain hum aapseAap ke pyaar ne rakha hai yaadon ko taazaaKuchh meethi baatein kuchh alfaaz hain aapkeJab sochti hoon toh guzartaa hai dinBas ek baat kehni thi aapse: ke aap </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/112788902971418146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12455324&amp;postID=112788902971418146&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/112788902971418146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/112788902971418146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/2005/09/childs-poetry.html' title='A child&apos;s poetry'/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12455324.post-112788760895707758</id><published>2005-09-28T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T14:06:48.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I</title><summary type='text'>Am I the girl I used to be? Or have I changed? If I've changed, have I adapted into a mould imposed upon me by society or social strictures? Or those people who I surround myself with? Or would you say that ultimately, each person has a choice as to who s/he wishes to be. And therefore, by default, whoever I am today, is who I want to be?I would never dream of relinquishing control over my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/112788760895707758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12455324&amp;postID=112788760895707758&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/112788760895707758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/112788760895707758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/2005/09/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I'/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12455324.post-112783433187209137</id><published>2005-09-27T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T13:54:00.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Soldiering On</title><summary type='text'>For those who know me, you will know that my absence from my blog has not been a circumstance that I would have permitted had the circumstances been within my control.... but alas, after having been homeless for the last three and a half months, I aM sooooo Glad to say that I'm finally HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And I finnalllyyyyyyy have access to the net on a regular basis!!!! And</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/112783433187209137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12455324&amp;postID=112783433187209137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/112783433187209137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/112783433187209137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/2005/09/still-soldiering-on.html' title='Still Soldiering On'/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12455324.post-112101123306524380</id><published>2005-07-10T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T00:00:33.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh How I Had Ached For It...</title><summary type='text'>I ached for it all alongBut it kept slipping throughMy fingers as it passed me by I reached out to snatch itFor myself...But was left with just a muffled cryIt was suffocating And often I knew not What to doIf only I could stageMy heart in the world's skiesFor each and all to viewBut what would they see?A hunt for it - a selfish pursuitThat would just let her be?All I had wantedWas time - time to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/112101123306524380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12455324&amp;postID=112101123306524380&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/112101123306524380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/112101123306524380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh-how-i-had-ached-for-it.html' title='Oh How I Had Ached For It...'/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12455324.post-111888937980339352</id><published>2005-06-16T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T10:36:19.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haven't Stopped Blogging</title><summary type='text'>To those who have been wondering - I've not stopped blogging... Just that  I've been 'shifting' at the moment - physically and mentally. I'm moving homes,  moving onto a new phase in life, am re-establishing contact with myself,  evaluating my values, my personality - introspecting....   I've almost completed my shift into my new home...and since there's been so  much food for thought which I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/111888937980339352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12455324&amp;postID=111888937980339352&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111888937980339352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111888937980339352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/2005/06/havent-stopped-blogging.html' title='Haven&apos;t Stopped Blogging'/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12455324.post-111712423987493463</id><published>2005-05-27T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T00:32:40.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soldier On</title><summary type='text'>The rain is beating hardBut I will soldier onIt hurts as it beats down on meBut I will soldier onIt's everywhere I goAs if the cloud follows me alongIt laughs its thunderous laughBut I will soldier onIt pours down harderWhen I guard myself well and strongHoping that I will cave underBut I will soldier onIt's in my face and hurting my eyesIt's raining all the way on this road ever-longIt awaits a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/111712423987493463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12455324&amp;postID=111712423987493463&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111712423987493463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111712423987493463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/2005/05/soldier-on.html' title='Soldier On'/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12455324.post-111703983841952376</id><published>2005-05-26T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T00:50:38.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today be Gone</title><summary type='text'>The princess is at a loss for words  today For nothing she says will make her  day   Not that her day was  bad Just empty. Not  sad.   Devoid of meaning or  emotion But lots happening and lots in  motion   Today she failed to make a  difference It's a day when things don't make  sense   Why are we helpless souls at  times? My words are irrelevant and empty are these  lines.   I yearn that a smile</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/111703983841952376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12455324&amp;postID=111703983841952376&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111703983841952376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111703983841952376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/2005/05/today-be-gone.html' title='Today be Gone'/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12455324.post-111687774121858358</id><published>2005-05-24T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T03:51:45.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed am I</title><summary type='text'>Blessed am I For I have seen That good friends are Few and far betweenI share such a friendship With a special soul It's a blessing I say Daily, its beauty unfolds. I wish only that all people Should experience such a bond Where friends remain true Healing all woes with their magic wand. I am honoured To have had this chance To live this friendship To share this dance Where each soul nurtures The</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/111687774121858358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12455324&amp;postID=111687774121858358&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111687774121858358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111687774121858358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/2005/05/blessed-am-i.html' title='Blessed am I'/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12455324.post-111666152762581898</id><published>2005-05-21T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T15:45:27.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><summary type='text'>This post originates from an unknown source which came to me in an e-mail forwarded by a dear friend.It endorses what I believe in. If we are wise, we will only invest in what is worth it.F A M I L Y I ran into a stranger as he passed by,"Oh excuse me please" was my reply.He said, "Please excuse me too;I wasn't watching for you."We were very polite, this stranger and I.We went on our way and we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/111666152762581898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12455324&amp;postID=111666152762581898&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111666152762581898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111666152762581898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/2005/05/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12455324.post-111644020032428201</id><published>2005-05-19T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T02:22:33.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflecting on reflecting</title><summary type='text'>I have been in deep thought over the last couple of days.. it seems as though I have become a bystander in my own world.. and I just keenly observe all that is goin on around me... in my life, in my relationships. I notice each thing that makes me smile, notice what makes me cringe, what causes tears to well up in my eyes, what results in a sweet moment where my tears are choked up in emotion </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/111644020032428201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12455324&amp;postID=111644020032428201&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111644020032428201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111644020032428201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/2005/05/reflecting-on-reflecting.html' title='Reflecting on reflecting'/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12455324.post-111626522579238068</id><published>2005-05-17T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T01:43:56.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Random Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>I had stopped writing for the last couple of days... I realised that there was some deep thinking going on inside me... and that resulted in my having mixed feelings about what to write about. In the last two days, I have realised a number of small things ... but these small things have an impact so great on my life that I thought I would share them. So that, if any of you should observe that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/111626522579238068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12455324&amp;postID=111626522579238068&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111626522579238068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111626522579238068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/2005/05/of-random-thoughts.html' title='Of Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12455324.post-111626387486015578</id><published>2005-05-17T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T16:08:54.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Pocky: Deep N Thotful</title><summary type='text'>You Are Green Tea PockyYour attitude: natural and zenPeaceful yet full of life. Deep and thoughtful. You're halfway to tantric bliss!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/111626387486015578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12455324&amp;postID=111626387486015578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111626387486015578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111626387486015578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/2005/05/green-pocky-deep-n-thotful.html' title='Green Pocky: Deep N Thotful'/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12455324.post-111601561120273229</id><published>2005-05-14T04:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T04:20:11.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Towards Him</title><summary type='text'>Happiness in ME I am searching for all-the-waysTo brighten up every second of every minute of every hour of all the daysMay I see He in all that is before MEAnd always remember that we are humans today and tomorrow we will return to HEMay I share my happiness with each soul that crosses my wayFor in each soul is He and therefore I to Him I sayTill I join hands with Thee my eternal sourceSet Me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/111601561120273229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12455324&amp;postID=111601561120273229&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111601561120273229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111601561120273229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/2005/05/towards-him.html' title='Towards Him'/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12455324.post-111588898544125658</id><published>2005-05-12T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T17:13:42.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Happy</title><summary type='text'>Perhaps I wasn't clear enough It is a happy whirling of thoughts I feelWhere my days are all colourful and chirpyWhen even the smallest thing is a big big deal!!I'm so happy that I feel I have finally reached that pointThe one where life just is what it is and that's absolutely fineAll the worries of the day are of my own makingAnd so is the laughter I share and every positive dream is mine...So </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/111588898544125658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12455324&amp;postID=111588898544125658&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111588898544125658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111588898544125658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/2005/05/simply-happy.html' title='Simply Happy'/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12455324.post-111578882888810591</id><published>2005-05-11T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T17:12:09.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without a Word</title><summary type='text'>It's not emotion that I lackIt's a crippling disabilityOh what words should I use to describeWhat feelings are whirling inside of meLike a painter who has from his palleteSo many a colour to choose Yet the brush cannot paint strokes of its ownWithout the painter putting the colours to use</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/111578882888810591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12455324&amp;postID=111578882888810591&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111578882888810591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111578882888810591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/2005/05/without-word.html' title='Without a Word'/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12455324.post-111574277854200283</id><published>2005-05-11T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T00:32:58.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blank Canvas</title><summary type='text'>A blank canvass stares me in the faceBeckoning me to bring it to lifeTo colour it with my words To bring it out of its lonely strife.For once my selfless friendIs askin me for a favour you seeYet, I feel I dont have a thing to share?Is this how selfish I can be?No - so here I am painting this canvasInjecting into it the energy I have in meBy spreading words across its pageI feel liberated, I feel</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/111574277854200283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12455324&amp;postID=111574277854200283&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111574277854200283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111574277854200283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/2005/05/blank-canvas.html' title='A Blank Canvas'/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12455324.post-111564822970962498</id><published>2005-05-09T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T22:17:20.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For You</title><summary type='text'>A companion every step of the way I confide my thoughts to you each and everydayA humble yet energy-filled confidanteWhat more could anyone want?Each day I run to you To spill my thoughts of the day all throughExcitedly I share the things that sent me high and lowDrawing strength from your companionship to ignore worry and woeFrom you I draw an immense positive energy Which brightens me up and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/111564822970962498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12455324&amp;postID=111564822970962498&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111564822970962498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111564822970962498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/2005/05/for-you.html' title='For You'/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12455324.post-111557524555839523</id><published>2005-05-09T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T02:02:31.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reflection</title><summary type='text'>Why is it that you ask me questionsThat you claim to know the answers to?Is it because it's your way of showingThat the same questions have puzzled you too?Or is it because I wholeheartedly but most naívelyBelieve there is a good in all that tends to happen?So I lay my trust upon everyone as though it were me I were trustingAnd leave everyone out there watching me, and silently laughing?Why is it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/111557524555839523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12455324&amp;postID=111557524555839523&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111557524555839523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111557524555839523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/2005/05/reflection.html' title='A Reflection'/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12455324.post-111549190146383090</id><published>2005-05-08T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T03:11:34.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Despair</title><summary type='text'>&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;Despaired by my own thoughtsI stand isolated and aloneReaching out to hear the voice of my beloved;But saddened as I hear none but my own. Confused and broken; in pieces I layShattered and torn apartNot knowing how or where to go;Whether or not to bare my heart A single teardrop rolls downCarrying with it a burden; a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/111549190146383090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12455324&amp;postID=111549190146383090&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111549190146383090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111549190146383090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/2005/05/despair.html' title='Despair'/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12455324.post-111539102684866671</id><published>2005-05-06T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T03:17:17.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dance</title><summary type='text'>The sun had set once upon a timeAll hope was lost; her world had fallen apartShe cried as she roamed in the depths of her darknessAll alone, picking up pieces of her broken heartShe reasoned, and thought hardHow could she do justice to her soul?By allowing time to heal these woundsWhile still believing that true love was her eternal goal.For she was born to loveShe was born to endlessly giveShe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/111539102684866671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12455324&amp;postID=111539102684866671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111539102684866671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111539102684866671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/2005/05/dance.html' title='The Dance'/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12455324.post-111528608441774383</id><published>2005-05-05T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T17:41:24.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Laughter and Hearty Laughs</title><summary type='text'>There's a gathering of loved onesWe sit in a circle seeing each other eye to eyeMany recall comical memories from the pastDescribing each incident with an excitement that induces a high...Each person tells their story with punchy imagerySome with astonishingly acute details that only a few of us knewSuch is their accuracy that it seems that the moments have been etched in their memoryReady to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/111528608441774383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12455324&amp;postID=111528608441774383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111528608441774383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111528608441774383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/2005/05/of-laughter-and-hearty-laughs.html' title='Of Laughter and Hearty Laughs'/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12455324.post-111493747526215398</id><published>2005-05-03T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T02:02:07.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's only a matter of time...</title><summary type='text'>We often wonder how we will achieve our goals We persistently look out for ways to improve on todayWorry and analysis tend to conquer most of our dayIt's all just a matter of time I say ...Whatever is to come our wayWhether by way of dues or destinyLong as we know we have put our best efforts forwardWhatever will be will be...That's not to say that one cannot plan thingsIndeed, being a planner </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/111493747526215398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12455324&amp;postID=111493747526215398&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111493747526215398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111493747526215398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-only-matter-of-time.html' title='It&apos;s only a matter of time...'/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12455324.post-111479991595048111</id><published>2005-04-30T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T02:38:35.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Having what you want vs Wanting what you have</title><summary type='text'>Many a time in life, we lament that we never get what we wantWe go out of our way to race to the topStriving hard to fulfil all our dreamsBut do we know what succeeding really means?Is success achieving everything you set your eyes on?Or does it lie in ensuring that come what may, you will smile?Is it the feeling of pride which lasts even when the prize has gone?Or is it the feeling you get after</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/111479991595048111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12455324&amp;postID=111479991595048111&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111479991595048111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111479991595048111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/2005/04/having-what-you-want-vs-wanting-what.html' title='Having what you want vs Wanting what you have'/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12455324.post-111479582744312384</id><published>2005-04-30T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T01:39:12.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power...</title><summary type='text'>The other day I found myself swimming in the deep deep endSo deep had the waters risen that for a moment I thought I could not surviveBut just as that thought entered my mind, it took its leaveFor in came a person who gave me inspirational doses of love to keep me aliveIt's a different kind of love..one where you care for a friend so deepYou extend your hands hoping that you can take away the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/111479582744312384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12455324&amp;postID=111479582744312384&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111479582744312384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111479582744312384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/2005/04/power.html' title='The Power...'/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12455324.post-111453972362313432</id><published>2005-04-27T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T15:18:02.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-discovery : Self-recovery</title><summary type='text'>It used to be that I would often scribble my thoughts down in poetic formWhenever there was anything on my mind, poetic processing for me was the normThe words would just flow as pen would hit paper in the good old daysI often wonder why I just suddenly gave up writing - Keep it GOING my heart now says.Inspired by reading wonderful bloggers - some rich intrinsic power they do possessSuch is their</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/feeds/111453972362313432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12455324&amp;postID=111453972362313432&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111453972362313432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12455324/posts/default/111453972362313432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorormirage.blogspot.com/2005/04/self-discovery-self-recovery.html' title='Self-discovery : Self-recovery'/><author><name>Princessse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03488594909083907932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
