<?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-14451649</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:17:00.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>U &amp; Me can Make world go Round</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irshad4u.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14451649/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irshad4u.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Irshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712881870745157885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2490/1308/320/Irshad.1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14451649.post-115244660592311377</id><published>2006-07-09T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T05:03:25.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2490/1308/1600/Irshad.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; 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Distance......brings.......separation....loneliness.....helpless.....sadness.......waiting....and memories...... Distance......people do anything to stay away from each other if there is no Love for one another, they don’t pick up phone calls, they hide in their own world.... Distance........brings......need....emotion.....feelings....and love for each other...... Distance.....have u experienced anything like this......well I have and I know how it feels when I wanted to have those eyes looking at me and i couldn’t have eyes to see me... I know how it feels when I wanted to have those arms around me to give me shelter and I couldn’t have those arms...... I know how it feels when I wanted that warm kiss and I couldn’t have those lips touching mine..... I know how it feels when I want to touch him just for a moment and I cant...because of this DISTANCE........ How many ppl have told you that this Distance will be over and You know the reality it wont be over for sometime.......and how ur heart gets shrink and ur eyes get wet....and u just want to be quite for sometimes and just remember all those memories...how it was when u were together in each others arms...kissing...laughing....feeling each others breath....and what not...... Distance will be over one day and I will be with him for forever......after leaving apart from him I know what Distance is.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14451649-112409740279098587?l=irshad4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irshad4u.blogspot.com/feeds/112409740279098587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14451649&amp;postID=112409740279098587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14451649/posts/default/112409740279098587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14451649/posts/default/112409740279098587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irshad4u.blogspot.com/2005/08/distance.html' title='DISTANCE'/><author><name>Irshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712881870745157885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2490/1308/320/Irshad.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14451649.post-112229279015981789</id><published>2005-07-25T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T04:59:50.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>U &amp; Me can Make world go Round</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://irshad4u.blogspot.com/"&gt;U &amp; Me can Make world go Round&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14451649-112229279015981789?l=irshad4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irshad4u.blogspot.com/feeds/112229279015981789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14451649&amp;postID=112229279015981789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14451649/posts/default/112229279015981789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14451649/posts/default/112229279015981789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irshad4u.blogspot.com/2005/07/u-me-can-make-world-go-round.html' title='U &amp; Me can Make world go Round'/><author><name>Irshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712881870745157885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2490/1308/320/Irshad.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14451649.post-112126433146023255</id><published>2005-07-13T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T07:18:51.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be there. They serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson, or help figure out who you are or who you want to become. You'll never know who these people may be, your roommate, neighbor, and professor, long lost friend, lover or even a complete stranger. When you lock your eyes with them, you'll know that very moment they will affect your life in some profound way. And sometimes things happen to you and at the time they may seem horrible, painful and unfair.... but in reflection you'll realize that without overcoming those obstacles, you would have never realized your potential, strength and your willpower or heart. If someone hurts you, betrays you, or breaks your heart, forgive them. For they have helped you learn about trust, and the importance of being cautious, to whom you'll open your heart to. But if someone loves you, love them back unconditionally. Not only because they love you, but because they are teaching you to love, and opening your heart and eyes, to things you would have never seen, or felt without them. Everything happens for a reason. Nothing happens by chance, or by means of good or bad luck. Illness, injury, loves, lost moments of true greatness and sheer stupidity all occurred to test the limits of your soul. Without these small tests, if they were events, illnesses or relationships, life would be like a smoothly paved, straight, flat road to nowhere. It would be safe and comfortable, but dull and utterly pointless. The people you meet who affect your life, and the successes, and downfalls you experience, they are ones who create you to become who you are. Even the bad experiences can be learned. Those lessons are the hardest and probably the most important ones. Make everyday count. Appreciate every moment and take from it everything that you possible can, for you may never able to experience it again. Talk to people you never talked to before, and actually listen. Let yourself fall in love, break free and set your sights high. Hold your head up, because you have every right to. Tell yourself you are a great individual, and believe in yourself. For if you don't believe in yourself, no one else will believe in you either. You can make of your life anything you wish. Create your own life and then go out and live it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14451649-112126433146023255?l=irshad4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irshad4u.blogspot.com/feeds/112126433146023255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14451649&amp;postID=112126433146023255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14451649/posts/default/112126433146023255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14451649/posts/default/112126433146023255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irshad4u.blogspot.com/2005/07/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Irshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712881870745157885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2490/1308/320/Irshad.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14451649.post-112126427179139562</id><published>2005-07-13T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T07:17:51.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Someone From A Distance…</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, in our relentless efforts to find the person we love, we fail  to recognize and appreciate the people who love us. We miss out on so many beautiful things and simply because we allow ourselves to been slaved by our own selfish concerns. Go for the man of deeds and not for the man of words for you will find rewarding happiness not with the man you love but the man who loves you more. The best lovers are those who are capable of loving from a distance, far enough to allow the other person to grow, but never too far to feel the love deep within your being. To let go of someone doesn't mean you have to stop loving, it only means that you allow that person to find his own happiness without expecting him to come back. Letting go is not just setting the other person free, but it is also setting yourself free from all bitterness, hatred, and anger that keep in your heart. &lt;br /&gt;Do not let the bitterness rare away your strength and weaken your faith, and never allow pain to dishearten you, but rather let you grow with wisdom in bearing it. You may found peace in just loving someone from a distance not expecting anything in return. But be careful, for this can sustain life but can never give enough room for us to grow. We can all survive with just beautiful memories of the past but real peace and happiness come only with open acceptance of what reality is today. There comes a time in our lives when we chance upon someone so nice and beautiful and we just find ourselves getting so intensely attracted to that person. This feeling soon become a part of our everyday lives and eventually consumes our thoughts and actions. The sad part of it is when we begin to realize that this person feels nothing more for us than just a friendship. We start our desperate attempt to get noticed and be closer but in the end our efforts are still rewarded and we end up being sorry for ourselves. You don't have to forget someone you love. What you need to learn is how to accept the verdict of reality without being bitter or sorry for yourself. Believe me, you would be better off giving that dedication and love to someone more deserving.&lt;br /&gt; Don't let your heart run your life, be sensible and let your mind speak for itself. Listen not only to your feelings but to reason as well. Always remember that if you lose someone today, it means that someone better is coming tomorrow: If you lose love that doesn't mean that you failed in love. Cry, if you have to, but make it sure that the tears wash away the hurt and the bitterness that the past has left with you.  Let go of yesterday and love will find its way back to you. And when it does, pray that it may be the love that will stay and last a lifetime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14451649-112126427179139562?l=irshad4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irshad4u.blogspot.com/feeds/112126427179139562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14451649&amp;postID=112126427179139562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14451649/posts/default/112126427179139562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14451649/posts/default/112126427179139562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irshad4u.blogspot.com/2005/07/loving-someone-from-distance.html' title='Loving Someone From A Distance…'/><author><name>Irshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712881870745157885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2490/1308/320/Irshad.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14451649.post-112126411636307656</id><published>2005-07-13T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T02:12:34.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed that the worst way to miss&lt;br /&gt;someone is when they are right beside you and yet you&lt;br /&gt;can never have them.....when the moment you can't feel&lt;br /&gt;them under your fingertips you miss them? Have you&lt;br /&gt;ever wondered which hurts the most; saying something&lt;br /&gt;and wishing you had not, or saying nothing and wishing&lt;br /&gt;you had? I guess the most important things are the&lt;br /&gt;hardest things to say. They are the things you get&lt;br /&gt;ashamed of because words diminish them, words shrink&lt;br /&gt;things that seemed timeless when they were in your&lt;br /&gt;head...to no more than living size when they are&lt;br /&gt;brought out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to tell someone you love them. If you&lt;br /&gt;do, they might break your heart...but if you don't,&lt;br /&gt;you might break theirs. Have you ever decided not to&lt;br /&gt;become a couple because you were so afraid of losing&lt;br /&gt;what you already had with that person? Your heart&lt;br /&gt;decides who it likes and who it doesn't. You can't&lt;br /&gt;tell your heart what to do. It does it on its own....&lt;br /&gt;when you least suspect it, or even when you don't want&lt;br /&gt;it to. Have you ever wanted to love someone with&lt;br /&gt;everything you had, but that other person was too&lt;br /&gt;afraid to let you? Too many of us stay walled because&lt;br /&gt;we are too afraid to care too much...for fear that the&lt;br /&gt;other person does not care as much, or at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever loved someone and they had absolutely no&lt;br /&gt;idea whatsoever? Or fell for your best-friend in the&lt;br /&gt;entire world, and then sat around and watched him/her&lt;br /&gt;fall for someone else? Have you ever denied your&lt;br /&gt;feelings for someone because your fear of rejection&lt;br /&gt;was too hard to handle? We tell lies when we are&lt;br /&gt;afraid....afraid of what we don't know, afraid of what&lt;br /&gt;others will think, afraid of what will be found out&lt;br /&gt;about us. But every time we tell a lie.... the thing&lt;br /&gt;we fear grows stronger. Life is all about risks and it&lt;br /&gt;requires you to jump. Don't be a person who has to&lt;br /&gt;look back and wonder what they would have, or could&lt;br /&gt;have had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one waits forever................ I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;when no one is there for you, and when you think no&lt;br /&gt;one cares when the whole world walks out on you and&lt;br /&gt;you think you're alone. I'll be there when the one you&lt;br /&gt;care about the most could care less about you when the&lt;br /&gt;one you gave your heart to throws it in your face&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there when the person you trusted betrays you&lt;br /&gt;When the person you share all your memories with&lt;br /&gt;Can't even remember your birthday&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;When all you need is a friend to listen to you whine&lt;br /&gt;When all you need is someone to catch your tears&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;When your heart hurts so bad&lt;br /&gt;You can't even breathe&lt;br /&gt;When you just want to crawl up and die&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;When you start to cry&lt;br /&gt;After hearing that sad song&lt;br /&gt;When the tears just won't stop falling down&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;So you see I'll be there until the end&lt;br /&gt;This is a promise I can make&lt;br /&gt;If you ever need me&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a call and...&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14451649-112126411636307656?l=irshad4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irshad4u.blogspot.com/feeds/112126411636307656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14451649&amp;postID=112126411636307656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14451649/posts/default/112126411636307656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14451649/posts/default/112126411636307656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irshad4u.blogspot.com/2005/07/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Irshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11712881870745157885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2490/1308/320/Irshad.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
