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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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Than, his friend told him, "i know what you are thinking. you wish to have a brother like him". Then He replayed "no i wish to be a brother like him".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-4391438414724337741?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/4391438414724337741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=4391438414724337741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/4391438414724337741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/4391438414724337741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2012/01/keep-your-hope-up.html' title='keep your hope up.'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-5883086162522739209</id><published>2011-11-04T02:56:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T02:56:01.486+06:00</updated><title type='text'>enjoy eid</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Everybody celebrate eid like all others. Specially the young people. They are very happy to ware new cloths, eating meat, sweets and hangout with friends and family.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-5883086162522739209?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/5883086162522739209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=5883086162522739209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/5883086162522739209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/5883086162522739209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2011/11/enjoy-eid.html' title='enjoy eid'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-7308831072335295659</id><published>2010-12-04T01:27:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T01:31:59.962+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love.'/><title type='text'>if this is not love what love can be !!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/TPlEM32uyKI/AAAAAAAAANE/gKgwgXZ5Gsw/s1600/IMG01804-20101202-1430.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/TPlEM32uyKI/AAAAAAAAANE/gKgwgXZ5Gsw/s320/IMG01804-20101202-1430.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i was travelling and meet with a person who was a freedom fighter and he got&amp;nbsp;injured&amp;nbsp;in the fight, now he sings for living. He was 71 years old but he sings very well. i was curious and told him to sing for me. He started a country song. Then i requested him to sing another song for me and he also did well, then i gave him 100 taka, and he asked me am i alone or not i answered a younger brother is with me, and he told me he wants to sing a song for him. and we were very eager to listen his singing. when we are all done, we started to leave, and i hugged him and say bye to him, and i looked again to him and i saw, He was crying. Suddenly i was feeling like mute, want to say something to him to make him feel good. but i couldn't i was just looking at him and thinking "why he is Crying, what happened". And maybe his tears is just a&amp;nbsp;symbol&amp;nbsp;of love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-7308831072335295659?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/7308831072335295659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=7308831072335295659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/7308831072335295659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/7308831072335295659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-this-is-not-love-what-love-can-be.html' title='if this is not love what love can be !!!!!'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/TPlEM32uyKI/AAAAAAAAANE/gKgwgXZ5Gsw/s72-c/IMG01804-20101202-1430.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-7987019050677623419</id><published>2010-11-05T00:35:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T00:35:48.949+06:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness</title><content type='html'>happiness is something never comes who wants to be happy because when you are searching for it the first thing comes is expectation and when you have expectation, its a&amp;nbsp;continuous&amp;nbsp;process that never ends. so i decided to stop trying to be happy just become happy whatever happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-7987019050677623419?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/7987019050677623419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=7987019050677623419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/7987019050677623419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/7987019050677623419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2010/11/happiness.html' title='happiness'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-6749353731712717235</id><published>2010-10-01T14:03:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T14:30:28.567+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ocean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desert'/><title type='text'>want you back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/TKWU2a5KRNI/AAAAAAAAANA/mB-4PqoGDoU/s1600/IMG01125-20100928-1726.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/TKWU2a5KRNI/AAAAAAAAANA/mB-4PqoGDoU/s200/IMG01125-20100928-1726.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Leave me, leave me anyway by breaking all the relation that built by our heart, I will stay far away by wishing your happiness and good luck. Feels like unlimited life time, I gave you everything what was mine, and you broke everything. If you leave me alone please don’t look back to see me whatever happens with me. What will give you this colorful world I don’t know but what I know that what you left behind is what you will never have. Not by anger with some complain, not with everything I just request you, how you find your happiness by breaking my heart. How much tears you want to let fall for you, to make you understand what you are in my life and what I can be in your life. I can stand in the top of the mountain, I can cross the ocean, I can make my home in the desert just to see you happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-6749353731712717235?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/6749353731712717235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=6749353731712717235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/6749353731712717235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/6749353731712717235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2010/10/leave-me-leave-me-anyway-by-breaking.html' title='want you back'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/TKWU2a5KRNI/AAAAAAAAANA/mB-4PqoGDoU/s72-c/IMG01125-20100928-1726.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-4060554402644137813</id><published>2010-09-26T03:49:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T03:49:35.777+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hide.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for you'/><title type='text'>thoughts of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/TJ5uRaViLOI/AAAAAAAAAM8/zDfl7IxxmQM/s1600/thoughts_of_you_card-p1370187559114293358g3w_325.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/TJ5uRaViLOI/AAAAAAAAAM8/zDfl7IxxmQM/s200/thoughts_of_you_card-p1370187559114293358g3w_325.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;No matter where I live, no matter where I am, your thoughts are with me. Should I say or should I hide, what my heart secretly says. Somewhere in the heart a chain of memories is trusted, and then somewhere all the pictures somehow get extremely blurred and so someone becomes happy in the new colors of the new world, while some despites getting everything say in his mind. From somewhere the wounds of the past reaches in the heart, else somewhere where the string breaks, the beads scatter away, nobody keeps a place in their heart for talks or words, some keep memories hidden in their eyes, you can tell me the world do not walk apart, but secretly loneliness hides in my heart, and merely thoughts are left, only thoughts of you are left.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-4060554402644137813?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/4060554402644137813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=4060554402644137813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/4060554402644137813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/4060554402644137813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2010/09/thoughts-of-you.html' title='thoughts of you'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/TJ5uRaViLOI/AAAAAAAAAM8/zDfl7IxxmQM/s72-c/thoughts_of_you_card-p1370187559114293358g3w_325.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-2048007906303121792</id><published>2010-08-30T04:29:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T04:29:20.984+06:00</updated><title type='text'>Think professional</title><content type='html'>what i learn this days, the best way to be happy is to be yourself and be alone. Always find a way to get over anything that attract you in to. Doesn't matter if that is a person or things. just learn from everything, Being practical every single step. Never let other get in to you but get in to others. is this selfishness!!!! maybe but this is truth in every way. Think professional, always look for what you get and what you lose. If your feedback is more than what you lose go for that if not leave that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-2048007906303121792?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/2048007906303121792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=2048007906303121792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/2048007906303121792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/2048007906303121792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2010/08/think-professional.html' title='Think professional'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-7739455163221694659</id><published>2010-08-18T17:23:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T17:23:38.611+06:00</updated><title type='text'>will you !!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;I heard that the other day, you went to touch the blue horizon,&amp;nbsp;riding the waves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;I heard that the other day, you walked along the salty shores&amp;nbsp;for miles and miles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;I have never seen﻿ the sea&amp;nbsp;never glided on blues&amp;nbsp;never caught a glimpse of the seagull's wings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Next time, when you will go to the sea,&amp;nbsp;will you take me along?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/TGvCRJNML1I/AAAAAAAAAMw/sT4UE_vnmps/s1600/DSC00266.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/TGvCRJNML1I/AAAAAAAAAMw/sT4UE_vnmps/s200/DSC00266.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Will you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-7739455163221694659?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/7739455163221694659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=7739455163221694659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/7739455163221694659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/7739455163221694659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2010/08/will-you.html' title='will you !!!!!'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/TGvCRJNML1I/AAAAAAAAAMw/sT4UE_vnmps/s72-c/DSC00266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-2464676895899002051</id><published>2010-08-04T03:58:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T03:58:53.023+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unfulfilled'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish for'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accept'/><title type='text'>accept</title><content type='html'>i am just here not to say anything at all. some times we have no choice we just have to accept the situation. And the situation sometimes treat you badly. but you have no choice other then accept the situation even though you know that if you accept the situation you are DEAD person. you are just moving body that carries only the sadness or the unfulfilled wish that you make in your life once. I asked to God is it&amp;nbsp;necessary&amp;nbsp;to have one big unfulfilled wish that he or she have to&amp;nbsp;regret&amp;nbsp;all in his or her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/TFiQ4bSNj5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/9tCZaoBszvQ/s1600/022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/TFiQ4bSNj5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/9tCZaoBszvQ/s320/022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;please GOD if it is so then never apply this method anymore to anyone. It really hurts. But of course its not my wish, let your wish to be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-2464676895899002051?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/2464676895899002051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=2464676895899002051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/2464676895899002051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/2464676895899002051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2010/08/accept.html' title='accept'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/TFiQ4bSNj5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/9tCZaoBszvQ/s72-c/022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-8695318054223178869</id><published>2010-08-02T01:58:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T01:58:26.304+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olivesavio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no way'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wandering'/><title type='text'>is it</title><content type='html'>i was wandering what will happen next where i found no way to go, no idea to think, no one to share, no person to be with me, no fact that stay in my&amp;nbsp;favor,&amp;nbsp;every time&amp;nbsp;that i pass is&amp;nbsp;painful, every step that i take is a mistake and every time i want to think is wastage of&amp;nbsp;energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/TFXRiQOd0qI/AAAAAAAAAMI/HQRi2YoZ2Mo/s1600/DSC02157.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/TFXRiQOd0qI/AAAAAAAAAMI/HQRi2YoZ2Mo/s200/DSC02157.jpg" width="145" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and asked a question to myself "is it me who is not even worth for anything at all?" and i was trying to listen the answer but all i heard is the sound of silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-8695318054223178869?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/8695318054223178869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=8695318054223178869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/8695318054223178869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/8695318054223178869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2010/08/is-it.html' title='is it'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/TFXRiQOd0qI/AAAAAAAAAMI/HQRi2YoZ2Mo/s72-c/DSC02157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-5439825643788304182</id><published>2010-06-12T01:49:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T01:49:53.216+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><title type='text'>hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/TBKTJViEE-I/AAAAAAAAAMA/KPjkxQxfTi0/s1600/hope.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/TBKTJViEE-I/AAAAAAAAAMA/KPjkxQxfTi0/s200/hope.jpg" width="145" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;If you run for something make sure that you understand why you are running, for what you are running, and when to start and when to stop running. If you don’t understand why, what and when you have to run after, then don’t, because you will never get it. But it would be better if you don’t lose your hope. Because the moment you lose your hope you are failure. So keep your hope and try toward the hope to get it, to make it, to fulfill it and to reach. Hope is what we live with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-5439825643788304182?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/5439825643788304182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=5439825643788304182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/5439825643788304182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/5439825643788304182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2010/06/hope.html' title='hope'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/TBKTJViEE-I/AAAAAAAAAMA/KPjkxQxfTi0/s72-c/hope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-8415150686772995266</id><published>2010-06-08T18:42:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T18:42:17.334+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/TA46h_GGD8I/AAAAAAAAAL4/_Pvw9gl2_lo/s1600/love-sick1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/TA46h_GGD8I/AAAAAAAAAL4/_Pvw9gl2_lo/s200/love-sick1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so far i found, there are 2 types of lover in this world, Those who loves someone whatever happens and Those who love to loved by someone. both are happy in&amp;nbsp;different&amp;nbsp;way. first types people not always get love back, but they are happy how they are. and second types of people get love always thats why they move one to another. but both are right in their own way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-8415150686772995266?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/8415150686772995266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=8415150686772995266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/8415150686772995266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/8415150686772995266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2010/06/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/TA46h_GGD8I/AAAAAAAAAL4/_Pvw9gl2_lo/s72-c/love-sick1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-1636087480772744323</id><published>2010-05-02T20:19:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T20:26:40.284+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='well known'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exclusive restaurent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cha bar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>CHA BAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/S92I5o9giZI/AAAAAAAAALw/m8L97Br29x0/s1600/Cha+Bar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/S92I5o9giZI/AAAAAAAAALw/m8L97Br29x0/s320/Cha+Bar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;hello everyone, i am just sharing the moments that i am enjoying right now, i just finished my business talk work and now i am free to do adda. ohhh to let you all know that i am in CHA BAR. a exclusive&amp;nbsp;restaurant run By Ali Reza Khan. he is very friendly and so much caring for his&amp;nbsp;customers. all my friends knows that after evening anyone can find me here. there are 2 more friends that does adda with me, one is Ashiq (HSBC Bank) and Mamun (impreza solution). all the employees are very friendly. normally you can see regular customers here. for example, us, well&amp;nbsp;established&amp;nbsp;group (banker, managers, versity teachers, business man). and a very old group. others are also regular but we don't meet with them that much we only know the face.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, all that i have to say is, LONG LIVE CHA BAR AND ITS WELL WISHER, FOREVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-1636087480772744323?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/1636087480772744323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=1636087480772744323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/1636087480772744323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/1636087480772744323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2010/05/cha-bar.html' title='CHA BAR'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/S92I5o9giZI/AAAAAAAAALw/m8L97Br29x0/s72-c/Cha+Bar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-2370135658784227657</id><published>2010-04-24T18:19:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T18:21:22.710+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='would'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anything'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hell'/><title type='text'>i would do anything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I'd run right into hell and back,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I'll never lie to you and that's a fact,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;But I'll never forget the way you feel right now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;no way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Some days it don't come easy, and some days it don't come hard,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Some days it don't come at all, and these are the days that never end,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Some nights you're breathing fire, and some nights you're carved in ice,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Some nights you're like nothing I've ever seen before or will again,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Maybe I'm crazy, but it's crazy and it's true,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;I know you can save me, no one else can save me now but you,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;As long as the planets are turning, as long as the stars are burning, A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;s long as your dreams are coming true, you better believe it,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;I'll be there till the final act,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'll take a vow and seal a pact,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;But I'll never forgive myself if we don't go all the way in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Some days I pray for silence, and somedays I pray for soul,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Some days I just pray to the and Drums and Rock 'N Roll,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Some nights I lose the feeling, and some nights I lose control,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Some nights I just lose it all when I watch you dance and the thunder rolls,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Maybe I'm lonely and that's all I'm qualified to be,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;There's just one and only, the one and only promise I can keep,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;As long as the wheels are turning, as long as the fires are burning,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;As long as your prayers are coming true, you better believe it,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;That I would do anything for love, and you know it's true and that's a fact,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;and there'll never be no turning back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;But I'll never do it better than I do it with you, so long,&amp;nbsp;And I would do anything for love, anything you've been dreaming of,&amp;nbsp;But I just won't do that,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;But I'll never stop dreaming of you every night of my life, no way, i&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Will &amp;nbsp;raise you up, i will help you down, i&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Will &amp;nbsp;get right right out of this Godforsaken town, i&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Will make you feel all a little less cold, i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Will hold you when you are sacred, i Will hold you tight, i&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Can colorize your life, you will never be sick of black and white, i c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;an make you feel all a little less old, i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Will make some magic for you, with your own two hands, i c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;an build an emerald city with these grains of sand, i c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;an give you something I can take home. i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Will cater you to every fantasy I got, i&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Will take you to the places you have never known,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I can do that, yes i would do anything for love. but i would not do this,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;After a while i'll not forget everything,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;It was a brief interlude and a midsummer night's fling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; And you'll see that it's time to move on,&amp;nbsp;No I won't do that!,&amp;nbsp;I know the territory, I've been around,&amp;nbsp;If all all turn to dust and we'll all fall down,&amp;nbsp;And i'll never be screwing around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;i would do anything for love. but i wouldn't do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-2370135658784227657?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/2370135658784227657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=2370135658784227657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/2370135658784227657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/2370135658784227657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2010/04/id-run-right-into-hell-and-back-ill.html' title='i would do anything'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-6258332456360494482</id><published>2010-04-20T00:39:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T00:39:24.815+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='behind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one step'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='be with'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no matter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='afraid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='had enough'/><title type='text'>one step behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/S8yjKpUpfEI/AAAAAAAAALo/QwNJS7CjTkI/s1600/DSC00019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/S8yjKpUpfEI/AAAAAAAAALo/QwNJS7CjTkI/s200/DSC00019.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;No matter how far I go, how much I try, I am still one step behind. I have had enough, don’t know how to try, don’t know which way I should go, don’t know how I make you understand. I am just too weak to be with you, too afraid to be with you. But i am still with you no matter what&amp;nbsp;happens.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-6258332456360494482?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/6258332456360494482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=6258332456360494482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/6258332456360494482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/6258332456360494482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-step-behind.html' title='one step behind'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/S8yjKpUpfEI/AAAAAAAAALo/QwNJS7CjTkI/s72-c/DSC00019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-9130167482409954788</id><published>2010-03-22T03:38:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T03:38:46.226+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>enjoying myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sometimes the whole world turns into a beautiful place because I am happy. I am happy not because I am having a very good time or I am fall in to love or everything is going well. I am happy it’s because I am busy with my work, talking with loving person everyday and enjoying your happiness without me. Some says how can be a person become happy without the person that he/she loves. But I say this is about the significant others happiness not about being with the person that you love. I still remember one of my friend said “love is not a heart of life it’s a part of life”, “love is losing thyself to whom you love”.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I am enjoying myself so much with the combination of all those moments every time and with my work every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-9130167482409954788?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/9130167482409954788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=9130167482409954788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/9130167482409954788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/9130167482409954788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2010/03/enjoying-myself.html' title='enjoying myself'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-2442611967848450725</id><published>2010-03-18T00:53:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:53:51.634+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='searching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>searching in the dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I miss you a lot, can’t explain how much that I am missing you. If I could show you how much you would believe me. Without you it’s like my whole world is empty, black &amp;amp; white, no music and no intension to do anything. When I want to see you I just close my eyes and searching in the dark that you are there. Can’t see you very well but that is more than enough for me to comfort me. Yes you my family you are the best support that God ever gave me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-2442611967848450725?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/2442611967848450725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=2442611967848450725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/2442611967848450725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/2442611967848450725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2010/03/searching-in-dark.html' title='searching in the dark'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-8654328663992331942</id><published>2010-03-02T00:35:00.005+06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T00:43:44.070+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giovanni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='savio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sudip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photojournalist'/><title type='text'>expart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/S4wJ8DhRwjI/AAAAAAAAALU/q1lZj2ToII8/s1600-h/bassa3P8J4284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/S4wJ8DhRwjI/AAAAAAAAALU/q1lZj2ToII8/s400/bassa3P8J4284.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443736976925770290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met with a free lance photojournalist, while we were talking and knowing each other, he took a picture of mine and i decided to share this picture with all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-8654328663992331942?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/8654328663992331942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=8654328663992331942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/8654328663992331942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/8654328663992331942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2010/03/expart.html' title='expart'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/S4wJ8DhRwjI/AAAAAAAAALU/q1lZj2ToII8/s72-c/bassa3P8J4284.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-8749661158416387645</id><published>2010-02-27T04:28:00.003+06:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T04:34:06.586+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='savio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wait'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talk'/><title type='text'>CrAzY</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-weight:normal;mso-bidi-font-weight:boldfont-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I am feeling when I don’t want to feel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-weight:normal;mso-bidi-font-weight:boldfont-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I am watching when I don’t want to see, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-weight:normal;mso-bidi-font-weight:boldfont-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I am listening when I don’t want to hear, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-weight:normal;mso-bidi-font-weight:boldfont-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I am breathing when I don’t want to breath, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-weight:normal;mso-bidi-font-weight:boldfont-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I am doing when I don’t what to do, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-weight:normal;mso-bidi-font-weight:boldfont-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I am going when I don’t want to go, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-weight:normal;mso-bidi-font-weight:boldfont-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I am holding when I don’t want to hold, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-weight:normal;mso-bidi-font-weight:boldfont-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I am sleeping when I don’t want to sleep, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-weight:normal;mso-bidi-font-weight:boldfont-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I am talking when I don’t want to say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-weight:normal;mso-bidi-font-weight:boldfont-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I am waiting when I don’t want to wait, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-weight:normal;mso-bidi-font-weight:boldfont-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I am loving when I don’t want to love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-weight:normal;mso-bidi-font-weight:boldfont-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I become sad when I don’t want to be sad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-weight:normal;mso-bidi-font-weight:boldfont-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I am paining when I don’t want the pain, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-weight:normal;mso-bidi-font-weight:boldfont-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;It hurts when I don’t want to be hurt, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-weight:normal;mso-bidi-font-weight:boldfont-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;this is all because of you and only for you. So,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-weight:normal;mso-bidi-font-weight:boldfont-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-weight:normal;mso-bidi-font-weight:boldfont-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-weight:normalfont-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; want to hold but I can't hold, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-weight:normalfont-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I want to stay close but I can't stay close, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-weight:normalfont-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I want to be with but I can't be with, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-weight:normalfont-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I want to say but I can't say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-8749661158416387645?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/8749661158416387645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=8749661158416387645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/8749661158416387645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/8749661158416387645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2010/02/crazy.html' title='CrAzY'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-4619070647017556808</id><published>2010-02-04T19:12:00.003+06:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T19:24:34.405+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smiling'/><title type='text'>LiFe Is BeAuTIfUl</title><content type='html'>life is beautiful even without anything it is. confused!! i was too, but finally i realize that if you can feel you are happy you have nothing to regrade of, you are living more comfortable than most of the people those who are suffering a lot in their every single steps, if you can enjoy some loneliness, if you can control your emotion, if you are busy with the work, trying to do your best and whatever the outcome is you are happy with that, have some good friends that always gives you company, you have some one who really care about you, you have family that are very friendly give you space when you need some. i know its a but complicated, but believe me you will be happy even without everything if you just feel the happiness inside you. most important thing is "KEEP SMILING" whatever happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-4619070647017556808?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/4619070647017556808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=4619070647017556808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/4619070647017556808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/4619070647017556808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-is-beautiful.html' title='LiFe Is BeAuTIfUl'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-913472562137247308</id><published>2010-01-21T00:34:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T00:46:10.909+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>live for</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;I feel you in the wind, you guide me constantly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;I know, you are a part of me and it is your song that sets me free. I sing it, while I feel I can't hold on. I sing tonight cause it comforts me like you are here but i am so sorry you are not. Its not what i want, its not what i live with, its not what i will live for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-913472562137247308?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/913472562137247308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=913472562137247308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/913472562137247308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/913472562137247308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2010/01/live-for.html' title='live for'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-7825097292184816002</id><published>2010-01-19T16:51:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T16:52:43.940+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am with you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i will never'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='protect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='after death'/><title type='text'>i will never leave you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;One day a person died and stays with the god and to flash back his life. And suddenly he saw the summary as the foot print in beach. And he saw sometimes in the beach there is only one person’s foot print and sometimes 2 persons foot print. And he asked the god that why did you left me when I was in the problem, that’s the reason there is only one person’s foot print. And the god replayed you are right there is only one person’s foot print but that foot print was not your that was mine, I took you on my solder when you were in the problem. Because I never left you alone; I was, I am and I will always be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-7825097292184816002?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/7825097292184816002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=7825097292184816002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/7825097292184816002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/7825097292184816002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-will-never-leave-you.html' title='i will never leave you'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-4077576673560598944</id><published>2009-12-23T09:44:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T09:47:30.691+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='x-mas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shuvo borodin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='borodin'/><title type='text'>happy christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SzGEfv5DAKI/AAAAAAAAALM/9RbRCX67wMA/s1600-h/my+Xmas+cards+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SzGEfv5DAKI/AAAAAAAAALM/9RbRCX67wMA/s400/my+Xmas+cards+12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418257507669967010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish you all the best and happiness to my friends and all the people around the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-4077576673560598944?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/4077576673560598944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=4077576673560598944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/4077576673560598944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/4077576673560598944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-christmas.html' title='happy christmas'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SzGEfv5DAKI/AAAAAAAAALM/9RbRCX67wMA/s72-c/my+Xmas+cards+12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-6482176699468297782</id><published>2009-11-21T05:59:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T06:05:41.848+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good morning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disturbing'/><title type='text'>very disturbing good morning</title><content type='html'>It is 6 in the morning.... What am i doing...!!!! Nothing.... But can't sleep.... Tried but the thing that we call sleep is not coming... I tried every possible way but the outcome is negative. Actually its very disturbing when i can't even sleep.... Those who knows me they knows i sleep late but without sleeping.... Ehhhh this is disturbing....... so hello everyone.... GooD MorninG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-6482176699468297782?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/6482176699468297782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=6482176699468297782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/6482176699468297782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/6482176699468297782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2009/11/very-disturbing-good-morning.html' title='very disturbing good morning'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-6202091687751433361</id><published>2009-11-18T16:56:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T17:09:33.891+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poor child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='risk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bangladesh worker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='needy people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='climb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bangladesh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day worker'/><title type='text'>are you able to risk your life....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SwPG0fhHgHI/AAAAAAAAAK4/k-8DF2VXtBc/s1600/Olivesavio262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SwPG0fhHgHI/AAAAAAAAAK4/k-8DF2VXtBc/s200/Olivesavio262.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405382582890627186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SwPG0KWbbzI/AAAAAAAAAKw/X-xrdge-kbE/s1600/Olivesavio261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SwPG0KWbbzI/AAAAAAAAAKw/X-xrdge-kbE/s200/Olivesavio261.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405382577208651570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wander, what a man can do to survive in the needy world... today i got an example and i thought it would be better to let others to know.... in the picture there is a man cleaning a big building's glass. He doesn't even use a security if he slips. he was cleaning and climbing only for to live his live and those life that depends on him. God keep them safe in every step of their life and work. they need money but most of all they need you (GOD) to keep them safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-6202091687751433361?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/6202091687751433361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=6202091687751433361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/6202091687751433361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/6202091687751433361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2009/11/are-you-able-to-risk-your-life.html' title='are you able to risk your life....'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SwPG0fhHgHI/AAAAAAAAAK4/k-8DF2VXtBc/s72-c/Olivesavio262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-173791734588800794</id><published>2009-11-13T07:01:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T07:07:28.540+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loneliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='situation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everybody'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>Is this right!!!!</title><content type='html'>Everybody says "you came alone and you will go alone, but mean while you will have company that will make you not to think, you are alone". Is that right!!!! I have no idea but what i know is sometimes you feel alone even if you are in the middle of everybody. And i have no idea how to get out from that situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-173791734588800794?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/173791734588800794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=173791734588800794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/173791734588800794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/173791734588800794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2009/11/is-this-right.html' title='Is this right!!!!'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-197562945594684768</id><published>2009-11-09T05:58:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T06:09:21.975+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedicate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mission'/><title type='text'>dedicated life</title><content type='html'>I am happy I know a friend who has dedicated his life for the people more than 30 years. Who never wants anything for himself but him always there for others? Once he said to me “I found happiness by helping those who really needs help.” Most people talk a lot but few are up for the moments. i think god has special mission for him. And so my dear friend May God be with you till the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-197562945594684768?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/197562945594684768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=197562945594684768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/197562945594684768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/197562945594684768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2009/11/dedicated-life.html' title='dedicated life'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-1185463563055910174</id><published>2009-10-27T18:22:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:29:31.329+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='england'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MBA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bhai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hard'/><title type='text'>hard to say GOODBYE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SubZi69TyDI/AAAAAAAAAKo/-f73-QJOKR4/s1600-h/DSC01141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SubZi69TyDI/AAAAAAAAAKo/-f73-QJOKR4/s200/DSC01141.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397240397415303218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on 23th of this month one of our friends went to England for his (fuad) MBA. he was like our friend and brother. he is a nice, funny, interesting, friendly person among our friends. we miss him too much when we gather all together. fuad bhai we are missing you so much. hope you will be safe and happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-1185463563055910174?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/1185463563055910174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=1185463563055910174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/1185463563055910174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/1185463563055910174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2009/10/hard-to-say-goodbye.html' title='hard to say GOODBYE'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SubZi69TyDI/AAAAAAAAAKo/-f73-QJOKR4/s72-c/DSC01141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-7953275715229603326</id><published>2009-10-24T07:03:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T07:09:56.181+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am sorry :-(</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had a very busy day… I wanted to go to meet a friend who lives a bit far away from where I live but I couldn’t make that. I was sad the whole day but I couldn’t do anything about that. Had to stay where I am… so I am sorry my friend for not being there……. :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-7953275715229603326?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/7953275715229603326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=7953275715229603326' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/7953275715229603326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/7953275715229603326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-sorry.html' title='i am sorry :-('/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-1308248691442911703</id><published>2009-10-17T03:51:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T05:01:51.326+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hostel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orphans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='satkhira'/><title type='text'>what an experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/StjsnJGyIAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Xf0pD8apT4A/s1600-h/DSC00841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/StjsnJGyIAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Xf0pD8apT4A/s200/DSC00841.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393320710979592194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/StjsFGXdNhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/utCQDpYanZo/s1600-h/DSC00817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/StjsFGXdNhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/utCQDpYanZo/s200/DSC00817.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393320126128666130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/StjsEg-VnDI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/oshXhWn425k/s1600-h/DSC00834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/StjsEg-VnDI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/oshXhWn425k/s200/DSC00834.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393320116091198514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/StjsEIcVPeI/AAAAAAAAAKI/1EcX7xpgVXo/s1600-h/DSC00813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/StjsEIcVPeI/AAAAAAAAAKI/1EcX7xpgVXo/s200/DSC00813.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393320109506117090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/StjsDuiOVdI/AAAAAAAAAKA/FAgNEtewrJ8/s1600-h/DSC00793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/StjsDuiOVdI/AAAAAAAAAKA/FAgNEtewrJ8/s200/DSC00793.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393320102551508434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/StjsDaBmloI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wI8GiuOYsic/s1600-h/DSC00876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/StjsDaBmloI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wI8GiuOYsic/s200/DSC00876.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393320097045976706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few weeks ago i was in a villege called Satkhira. there are 2 hostel for the orphans one is for boys and abother one for girls... and i have a friend who is a Priest, Fr. Giua. and he proposed me if i could come and teach them drawing. and i was there for them to teach drawing for 5 days. this is the first time i was with 156 children. The class started from 9 am to 12:30 pm and 3 pm to 7 pm. there were 5 groups according to the class and those who can or can't draw. at the end there was a competition and prize giving ceremoney. &lt;div&gt;I was enjoying every single moments with them. And i think i will go for the same reason again. I must thank you for this to My friend Fr. giua and Fr. lawrence. thanks God to give me that opportunity to be with them and learning from them a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-1308248691442911703?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/1308248691442911703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=1308248691442911703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/1308248691442911703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/1308248691442911703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-experience.html' title='what an experience'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/StjsnJGyIAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Xf0pD8apT4A/s72-c/DSC00841.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-5456345436508658292</id><published>2009-10-14T02:27:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T02:35:29.401+07:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks</title><content type='html'>After long time i could come to E-world again. Thank you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-5456345436508658292?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/5456345436508658292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=5456345436508658292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/5456345436508658292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/5456345436508658292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2009/10/thanks.html' title='thanks'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-2624295018152653693</id><published>2009-08-13T13:45:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:51:19.807+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='try'/><title type='text'>try, keep faith and pray</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SoO3yqedrhI/AAAAAAAAAJw/D8cUvqDLOeU/s1600-h/helping-hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369337261779168786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SoO3yqedrhI/AAAAAAAAAJw/D8cUvqDLOeU/s200/helping-hand.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you fall in problem, when you lose your hope, don’t break down… keep faith. Don’t even lose that faith. You will be rewarded only if you can keep your faith. Just try, believe in yourself and pray. Pray not only for you also for whom who need that more than you or as much as you. Once someone told me falling problem is not the end, it’s the beginning of so many possibilities and opportunities that you will able to see by yourself. But the only thing you have to do is, to choose what will be the best for you with considering your limitations. Try not to let your emotion control yourself, but mixed it with your reality. Thanks all my friends who did, do and will pray for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-2624295018152653693?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/2624295018152653693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=2624295018152653693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/2624295018152653693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/2624295018152653693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2009/08/try-keep-faith-and-pray.html' title='try, keep faith and pray'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SoO3yqedrhI/AAAAAAAAAJw/D8cUvqDLOeU/s72-c/helping-hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-4796434913998840867</id><published>2009-08-02T02:41:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T02:47:56.770+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY</title><content type='html'>friendship is nothing but friendship. friendship is everything with friendship.it is trust, it is purity, it is honesty.... those who has true friends they feel it, and they knows whtat is friendship. so to all who can feel this HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-4796434913998840867?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/4796434913998840867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=4796434913998840867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/4796434913998840867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/4796434913998840867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-friendship-day.html' title='HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-9031299201745521460</id><published>2009-07-11T22:00:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:11:05.844+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy time'/><title type='text'>happy time</title><content type='html'>i am happy today but at the same time not happy. the reason i am happy is today i met with 2 friends that i used to enjoy. one of them (Shartho) is like brother to me. another one is a very good friend (Kavin) of mine. and the reason i am not happy or sad, actually i am not interested to talk about that. by the way its better to keep the sadness away and keep the happiness close... wish you all the best to whom i miss and those who miss me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-9031299201745521460?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/9031299201745521460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=9031299201745521460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/9031299201745521460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/9031299201745521460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-time.html' title='happy time'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-7684833385404039154</id><published>2009-07-08T22:30:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:37:16.453+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rules'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finally'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hold.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='open'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turn on'/><title type='text'>follow the flow</title><content type='html'>sometimes everything means nothing absolutly nothing. just living the way life goes on. nothing to worry about, nothing to think about, nothing to follow the rules, nothing to become tenced, nothing to hold on, nothing to go on. just me only me finally me, till the time turn on me.&lt;br /&gt;stay cool, sharp, eyes open, just follow the flow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-7684833385404039154?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/7684833385404039154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=7684833385404039154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/7684833385404039154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/7684833385404039154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2009/07/follow-flow.html' title='follow the flow'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-1767802394499786123</id><published>2009-06-25T05:32:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:30:30.785+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wanted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='always'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='left'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='together'/><title type='text'>i wanted to be you</title><content type='html'>I always thought “you are the best” I guess I always will, I always felt that we were blessed and feel that way still, sometimes we took the hard rout but we always saw it through, If I had only one friend left I wanted to be you. sometime the world was on our side sometimes it was not fare, sometimes I gave a helpful hand sometimes we did not care, when we were together it may the dream come true. Someone who understand me those me inside out, and helps keep me to get through and believes without a doubt, I could move a mountain someone to tell the truth. IF I HAD ONLY ONE FRIEND LEFT I WANTED TO BE YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-1767802394499786123?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/1767802394499786123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=1767802394499786123' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/1767802394499786123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/1767802394499786123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wanted-to-be-you.html' title='i wanted to be you'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-1654829403772378701</id><published>2009-06-22T02:35:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T02:46:01.417+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am with you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t forget'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forget'/><title type='text'>i do not know WHO YOU ARE</title><content type='html'>I do not know who you are. I have no idea about whom I am talking about. But few things I can say.... no matter what happen, I will smile with you when you are happy, I will cry with you in every single moment that you feel sad, I will stand by your side if you feel alone, I will hold you tight if you fall, I will be there where you feel afraid, I will be your shadow if you walk. More over I am your breath. Just one request to you, DON'T FORGET TO BREATH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-1654829403772378701?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/1654829403772378701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=1654829403772378701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/1654829403772378701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/1654829403772378701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-do-not-know-who-are-you.html' title='i do not know WHO YOU ARE'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-6028015053579406252</id><published>2009-06-20T04:45:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T04:52:21.633+07:00</updated><title type='text'>one of the happiest moment in my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SjwIdAjalCI/AAAAAAAAAJg/1Eg3yau7S8E/s1600-h/DSCN0550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349159751867077666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SjwIdAjalCI/AAAAAAAAAJg/1Eg3yau7S8E/s200/DSCN0550.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after 9 years we are all together, from left... beauty renata, roma vibiana, seema agnes and me savio samuel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-6028015053579406252?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/6028015053579406252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=6028015053579406252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/6028015053579406252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/6028015053579406252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-of-happiest-moment-in-my-life.html' title='one of the happiest moment in my life'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SjwIdAjalCI/AAAAAAAAAJg/1Eg3yau7S8E/s72-c/DSCN0550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-5448758958480855015</id><published>2009-06-08T02:58:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T03:00:28.249+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yourself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disturb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatever'/><title type='text'>this is me now</title><content type='html'>Now a day I am not so busy but I am enjoying the time. The best thing is I am not feeling sad or bad. Because one of my friend told me “when you have a bit of hope you wait but when there is nothing to wait for you just let it go and be yourself”. I think my friend is right. So after that I am feeling like happy and much more independent. So I think it’s not bad though. Memory who does not have but that’s just a memory, itching sometimes but that’s not what it means. I think memory is something makes your life more perfect. Good memories and bad memories is the part of the life, also the love is a part of the life but that’s not a heart of life. Just be yourself is the best thing. Do whatever you want to do, think whatever you want to think, go wherever you want to go but of course without disturbing others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-5448758958480855015?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/5448758958480855015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=5448758958480855015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/5448758958480855015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/5448758958480855015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-me-now.html' title='this is me now'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-5527864002183018990</id><published>2009-05-23T23:34:00.003+06:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:43:08.957+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new begining'/><title type='text'>i will be glad</title><content type='html'>here i am this is me, there no where else that i would rather be... i feel like i just born. how is that possible....!!! i do not know but thats the feelings that i am feeling now. so i think i have to start from now, and i am still thinking which way i can do that, make myself busy or trying to do something new or get involve to the new friend group or live alone or something else. still i do not know how will i do that, but i will find a way, a better way thats for sure. so wish some luck for me, i will be glad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-5527864002183018990?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/5527864002183018990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=5527864002183018990' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/5527864002183018990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/5527864002183018990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-will-be-glad.html' title='i will be glad'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-4821073219140802955</id><published>2009-05-16T02:54:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T02:58:07.674+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='better'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not to say'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='middle of the night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on roof'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='say'/><title type='text'>better not to say</title><content type='html'>If I could show you from my deep heart there is something to say, then you will understand helpless days with speechless love now a days, in the end of the line, where the sky touches there is a color of pain, on the roof in the middle of the night my unexpressed thoughts. There is something it’s better not to say because it’s like the sun shine in the middle of the rain, now I understand the need of the life; the colorful life is not for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-4821073219140802955?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/4821073219140802955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=4821073219140802955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/4821073219140802955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/4821073219140802955'/><link rel='alternate' 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country'/><title type='text'>Bangladesh</title><content type='html'>Tumi bisrito logno Madhury er jole veja kobitai acho Soroardi r Sher-e-bangla Vashanir sesh ichchai, tumi Bongo-Bondhur rokte agujola jalamoi sesh Vashon, tumi dhaner sishe mishe thaka shohid Zia’r shopon, tumi sele hara ma Jahanara Imamer ekatorer din guli, tumi Joshim-Uddin er nokshikathar math mutho mutho shonar dhuli, tumi 30 kimba tar odhik lakho shohid er pran, tumi shohid minaret provat faryer vai hara ekush er gan, Tumi kobi Nojrul er bidrohi kobitai unnoto momo shir, tumi rokter kalite lekha nam shat sreshto bir, tumi surer pakhi Abbas er dorodh vora shai gan, tumi Abdul-Alim er sorbonasha padma nodir gan, tumi Sufia Kamal er kabbo vashai narir odhikar, tumi shadhin bangle betar kendrer sanito surir dhar, tumi Joinul Abedin S.M.Sultaner rong tulir achor, Shohidulla Kaisar Munir Choudhurir prothom dekha shai vhor, tumi bangali er gorbo bangalir prem, prothom sesh soyai, tumi akti phul ke bachabo bole beje otho sumodhur, tumi rage onurage mukti shongrame sona jhora shai rothdur, tumi prothiti pongu mukti jodhar ovimaner shongshar, tumi crondon tumi hashi, tumi jagroto shohidminar, amar shonar bangla ami tomai valo bashi jonmo diyeso mago tumi tai tomai valobashi amar praner bangla ami tomai valobashi praner prio mago toke boro beshi valobashi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-7154046093742279509?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/7154046093742279509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=7154046093742279509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/7154046093742279509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/7154046093742279509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2009/05/bangladesh.html' title='Bangladesh'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-3508980320735617075</id><published>2009-05-12T17:17:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T17:19:32.423+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tomake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shunecija'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valobasha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tomakei chai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>tomakei</title><content type='html'>Valobasha shuneci ja shagor tire boshe thaka, nichushore kotha bola nonta batash, tumi ele shekhabo ja balu diye ghor gora she ghore te tomar r amar boshobash, dekheso pahar dekheso nodi akash dekhabo tomai chader onno pash, ami aro dekheci ja hat dhore hete chola shoji poth drishti somantoral, amrao hatbo thik ie majhe majhe theme jabo mukhomukhi cheye jabo onnonto kal, esho kheli aj ac notun khela du doleri niye jabar protijogita. Purono ovinoye pisu theke chok dhora, proshno amar boloto ke? Tumio hat dhore na bojhar van kore bolbe chini na tomake. Valobasha naki dujoner faki, dolsut dujoner chobi akaaki, ai rat ai adhar shobii mise tai kono ak vore tomake chai, tomakei chai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-3508980320735617075?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/3508980320735617075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=3508980320735617075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/3508980320735617075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/3508980320735617075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2009/05/tomakei.html' title='tomakei'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-5353744980847215205</id><published>2009-05-11T12:57:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T17:25:00.722+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='understand'/><title type='text'>silence</title><content type='html'>my friend wrote a very beautiful comment for this blog article so i am going to add this i think its true.&lt;br /&gt;" "if you do not understand me you will not understand my silence" and if you do not understand my silence you will not understand my words.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SgfMkH30muI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TEcxa6x7kEc/s1600-h/%5BN.U.B%5D+(70).jpg"&gt;"&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334457204604181218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SgfMkH30muI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TEcxa6x7kEc/s320/%5BN.U.B%5D+(70).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-5353744980847215205?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/5353744980847215205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=5353744980847215205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/5353744980847215205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/5353744980847215205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2009/05/silence.html' title='silence'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SgfMkH30muI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TEcxa6x7kEc/s72-c/%5BN.U.B%5D+(70).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-5741049320974854194</id><published>2009-04-27T02:41:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T02:45:29.410+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rules'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tomake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tomar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sometimes'/><title type='text'>majhe majhe / sometimes</title><content type='html'>Majhe majhe ichcha kore tomar barita, ak khablai tule ene amar barir pashe dar koriye dai. Hajar trishna niye ami jege thaki shara rat, shopno hoye chokh theke ure jai amar joto ghum. jani tumio jege theke sara rat, likhso valobasha gulo shob bakir khatai. Majhe majhe mone hoi tomai rakhi lukiye, amar hridoyer bam niloye. Jodi tana hoi shokhi tobe mone rekho, r jonme tomar hridspondon hoboi. R chaileo tomake kase pabona e kemon kotha valobasha ki tobe kono niom mane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-5741049320974854194?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/5741049320974854194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=5741049320974854194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/5741049320974854194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/5741049320974854194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2009/04/majhe-majhe-sometimes.html' title='majhe majhe / sometimes'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-6929348626367397249</id><published>2009-04-25T03:56:00.003+06:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T04:03:19.964+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god&apos;s love'/><title type='text'>God or His Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SfI2yIu0JwI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ADhWtZgdDjo/s1600-h/DSCN0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328381544097916674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SfI2yIu0JwI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ADhWtZgdDjo/s200/DSCN0191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day a man went to the hospital and pay for a child to operate her eyes. That blind child wants to give thanks that paid her operation. Then she called him and said…. “Listen I know you but also a bit confused about who you are. Because one day before my mother died I asked my mother when I can see with my own eyes, then my mother told me God will come and take care of that, in case God is busy then he will send one of his friend to take care. I am confused about that only….. Now uncle can you please tell me, who are you God or his Friend?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-6929348626367397249?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/6929348626367397249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=6929348626367397249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/6929348626367397249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/6929348626367397249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2009/04/god-or-his-friend.html' title='God or His Friend'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SfI2yIu0JwI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ADhWtZgdDjo/s72-c/DSCN0191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-1927391504688082736</id><published>2009-04-16T05:37:00.005+06:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T05:49:53.538+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surface'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='want'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doubt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raise'/><title type='text'>how do you call this...</title><content type='html'>Scratching out the surface now and I am trying hard to working it out, there so much gone misunderstood and this mystery only leads to doubt and I did not understand when you come down and take my hand if you have something to say its better say it now because this is our chance now what you have waiting for just say it now. So you want something and you call, then I will cover up that for you and to fight and I will be as you told and that’s nothing throughout for. When your minds made up, you see it is like everyone that we share for, what you want to do now, right now how does it sound. Raise your hope for the choice you made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-1927391504688082736?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/1927391504688082736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=1927391504688082736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/1927391504688082736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/1927391504688082736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-do-you-call-this.html' title='how do you call this...'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-8593152720689792646</id><published>2009-04-12T06:26:00.004+06:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T06:34:17.068+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i will be the answer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish for'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='always'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>I will be the..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will be the answer, at the end of the line. I will be there for you, while you take the time. In the burning of uncertainty, I will be your solid ground. I will hold the balance, If you can't look down. If it takes my whole life, I won't break, I won't bend, It will all be worth it. Worth it in the end, cause I can only tell you what I know, that I need you in my life. When the stars have all gone out, you will still be burning so bright. cast me gently into morning, for the night has been unkind. Take me to a Place so holy, that I can wash this from my mind. The memory of choosing not to fight and i do not want to fight anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-8593152720689792646?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/8593152720689792646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=8593152720689792646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/8593152720689792646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/8593152720689792646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-will-be.html' title='I will be the..........'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-2512353559464287409</id><published>2009-04-08T03:17:00.003+06:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T03:29:55.445+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acta gopon kotha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dialogue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gopon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kotha'/><title type='text'>acta gopon kotha / a secret dialogue</title><content type='html'>Acta gopon kotha cilo bolber bondhu shomoi hobe ki tomar, ak bar shune vule jeyo barbar vuleo kawke bolona aber, mukhe valobashina bole mone te prem nie chole onekai...... atodin cilo shadharon tar majhe ak jon jake aj boro alada lage. vebeci ta ebar jakisu hobe hobar hoc tobu kore shikar, porajoi mene nie shobkisu bole die chaibo amar odhikar....... kopale ja ase lekha mone Jodi paio betha dekhe nebo ami er sesh, mitte ovinoi r noi r noi ai valo achi ai besh....... Protidin e goli o goli te guroghuri ketejai shomoi ashe rat, meyeta baka kore chul badhe prem kore dekho chele taoi pore full hata shirt, ai dekhe hashahashi gan take valobashi ai valo achi ai shopno abar, kokhono bujhini je eta cilo shuchona ase baki shopner uuposhonghar….... mon adharer nilimai tomake aj khujte chai janina kothai pabo tomai ak bar eshe dekho amai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-2512353559464287409?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/2512353559464287409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=2512353559464287409' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/2512353559464287409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/2512353559464287409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2009/04/acta-gopon-kotha-secret-dialogue.html' title='acta gopon kotha / a secret dialogue'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-2492190472997013361</id><published>2009-04-02T02:06:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T02:09:21.388+06:00</updated><title type='text'>you can't forget it.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SdPJ4oimYfI/AAAAAAAAAJA/S77hpP2ASGU/s1600-h/ehhhh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319817559647085042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SdPJ4oimYfI/AAAAAAAAAJA/S77hpP2ASGU/s320/ehhhh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you forget that I was even alive, did you forget, everything we ever had, and did you forget about me? Did you regret, ever standing by my side, did you forget, what I was feeling inside, now I'm left to forget about us. So now I guess this is where I have to stand. Did you regret, ever holding my hand, never again please don't forget. I had it all I was just about to fall even more in love than I was before. And at last all the pictures have been burned and all the past is just a lesson that I have learned I won't forget. But somewhere I went wrong I was once so strong my love is something, you can't forget it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-2492190472997013361?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/2492190472997013361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=2492190472997013361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/2492190472997013361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/2492190472997013361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-cant-forget-it.html' title='you can&apos;t forget it.....'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SdPJ4oimYfI/AAAAAAAAAJA/S77hpP2ASGU/s72-c/ehhhh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-3575298544085091393</id><published>2009-03-22T19:52:00.003+06:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:56:59.470+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remember.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remember me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i miss you'/><title type='text'>hope you can hear me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I miss you, Miss you so bad, I don't forget you, it's so sad. I hope you can hear me, I remember it clearly. I didn't get around to hug you, Goodbye on the hand, I wish that I could see you again, I know that I can't. I hope you can hear me, Cause I remember it clearly. The day you left me, Was not the day i met with you, It won't be the same. I've had my wake up, I keep asking why, And I can't take it, It wasn't fake it, Something  happened but I do not know what. Now you're gone, There you go, Somewhere I can't bring you back, Somewhere you're not coming back, Somewhere we can’t do anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I MISS YOU..... so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-3575298544085091393?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/3575298544085091393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=3575298544085091393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/3575298544085091393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/3575298544085091393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2009/03/hope-you-can-hear-me.html' title='hope you can hear me.'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-7776595930214695121</id><published>2009-03-07T00:04:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T00:06:04.544+06:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting for something i don't know yet</title><content type='html'>Something is not right I can feel it…. But what is not right? I do not understand that… who will understand then…. I have to figure that out by myself. But how….. I do not know. But what I know and believe is time will tell me what was that and how is that. So from now on I am waiting for the time, and watching every single time that is passing over me. Because I want to know what was happened and is happening with me. Crazy right! I know but that is what I am waiting for and want to see how far it will go. I will see the end that’s for sure. Until the end I will not take rest. Though life was is and will be beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-7776595930214695121?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/7776595930214695121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=7776595930214695121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/7776595930214695121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/7776595930214695121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2009/03/waiting-for-something-i-dont-know-yet.html' title='waiting for something i don&apos;t know yet'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-187112820612989656</id><published>2009-02-28T02:03:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T02:05:40.904+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting'/><title type='text'>when dream called crazy</title><content type='html'>This is for someone who will understand perfectly………. &lt;br /&gt;The party's on the room is crowded, your conversation is so polite, And when you dance you keep your distance, no one’s going to walk you home tonight. You're searching for perfect love, you dreamed of when you were young, you'll find it or you won't have anyone. Just take a look below the surface, his golden hair will be turning grey, though in your mind you pictured heaven, even heaven has a rainy day. No one can touch a dream, so forever you've been on your own, you're older and you are still all alone. Why don't you take a look around, not everyone has settled down, But you still think you're seventeen, it's a crazy dream. So take a chance and take your shot, No paradise but it's all we've got, and I will try to make your dream come true. Why not forget your crazy dream, about a love that can't exist, 'Coz while you dream so much you miss, you waste a lifetime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-187112820612989656?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/187112820612989656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=187112820612989656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/187112820612989656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/187112820612989656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-dream-called-crazy.html' title='when dream called crazy'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-1433920546766060207</id><published>2009-02-26T00:38:00.007+06:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T00:06:54.455+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secrate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zippo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='door'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='window'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>My paintings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SabaKjm6fiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/DuCJzCVHWzE/s1600-h/DSC01580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SabaKjm6fiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/DuCJzCVHWzE/s320/DSC01580.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307169085794713122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SaWTuyrwuoI/AAAAAAAAAIo/YCVPtPB_HXs/s1600-h/DSC01575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SaWTuyrwuoI/AAAAAAAAAIo/YCVPtPB_HXs/s320/DSC01575.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306810168014584450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-1433920546766060207?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/1433920546766060207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=1433920546766060207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/1433920546766060207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/1433920546766060207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2009/02/painting.html' title='My paintings'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SabaKjm6fiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/DuCJzCVHWzE/s72-c/DSC01580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-5777799697129037831</id><published>2009-02-09T05:27:00.003+06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T01:45:08.610+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tomorrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m'/><title type='text'>i'm telling U listen to me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SY9sVAg0g9I/AAAAAAAAAII/91Hp75ygorM/s1600-h/DSC00406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SY9sVAg0g9I/AAAAAAAAAII/91Hp75ygorM/s200/DSC00406.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300574394609075154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me…. if I live or die tomorrow, tomorrow you will remember this moment, moment it’s the moment of love, come, come with me, come what are you thinking about it’s a very short life, if we meet again tomorrow that will be the luck. Coming morning will know what is the meaning of memory. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-5777799697129037831?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/5777799697129037831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=5777799697129037831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/5777799697129037831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/5777799697129037831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-asking-u.html' title='i&apos;m telling U listen to me...'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SY9sVAg0g9I/AAAAAAAAAII/91Hp75ygorM/s72-c/DSC00406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-1161544787106757638</id><published>2009-01-22T07:34:00.006+06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T00:14:58.986+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for all those'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you were'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='by me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='promise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><title type='text'>wouldn't be lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SXfS9xbgqCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/BqiLT-sI_No/s1600-h/DSC00829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SXfS9xbgqCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/BqiLT-sI_No/s200/DSC00829.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293931845679884322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;you were my strength when I was weak, you were my voice when I could not speak, you were my eyes when I could not see, you saw the best there was in me, lifted me up when I could not reach, you gave me faith because you believed. Life may not hold, always go your ways and everyone go sent a away, you might have a bad day, if The sky turn into dark and everything goes wrong, run to me and I promise you now you would not ever be longly. For all those times you stood by me, for all those truth you made me see, for all those joy you brought to my life, for all those wrong you made right, for every dream you made come true, for all the love I found in you, I will be forever thankfull, you are the one who help me up, never let me fail, you are the one who saw me through, I am everything I am because you loved me. But I promise you now, you would not ever be longly for as long as I live there will always be place, that you will be stay safe here beside me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-1161544787106757638?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/1161544787106757638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=1161544787106757638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/1161544787106757638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/1161544787106757638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2009/01/wouldnt-be-lonely.html' title='wouldn&apos;t be lonely'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SXfS9xbgqCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/BqiLT-sI_No/s72-c/DSC00829.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-2136898825559558715</id><published>2009-01-13T04:07:00.003+06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T04:14:18.192+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='find'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><title type='text'>feeling lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SWvAdk5IQQI/AAAAAAAAAH4/3FUZEF0BF9Q/s1600-h/DSCN7198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SWvAdk5IQQI/AAAAAAAAAH4/3FUZEF0BF9Q/s200/DSCN7198.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290533801628811522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SWvAdPc8F_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/G3sDMbMipeI/s1600-h/DSCN7177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SWvAdPc8F_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/G3sDMbMipeI/s200/DSCN7177.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290533795873429490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SWvAclvNMhI/AAAAAAAAAHo/SScWpwfEg9I/s1600-h/DSCN7154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SWvAclvNMhI/AAAAAAAAAHo/SScWpwfEg9I/s200/DSCN7154.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290533784675758610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not know how to explain but what i can say is...... i am just feeling lost can't find myself in a place that i can stand a bit......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-2136898825559558715?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/2136898825559558715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=2136898825559558715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/2136898825559558715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/2136898825559558715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2009/01/feeling-lost.html' title='feeling lost'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SWvAdk5IQQI/AAAAAAAAAH4/3FUZEF0BF9Q/s72-c/DSCN7198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-292876127072340630</id><published>2009-01-10T06:38:00.003+06:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T06:43:50.141+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='around'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='want'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blassings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='get'/><title type='text'>if you are around and if you are not</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SWfvJ9HPmcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/sTwNYo4nX_U/s1600-h/DSCN7124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SWfvJ9HPmcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/sTwNYo4nX_U/s320/DSCN7124.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289459241672743362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you are around my heart is singing, if you are not around then where is singing, If you are around I can get everything if you are not around then there is nothing, If you are around then time is like dreams if you are around I can get all the happiness, If you are not around then I feel like I do not have that happiness, If you are around I can stay if you are not around where is a way to go, If you are around here is everyone if you are not around then who is here, If you are around then every single moments is like blassings where ever I am , If you are around even in the wind there is all colour of love, If you are not here no strenth and no hope, If you are around I can feel my life. What I want from you is that life………&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-292876127072340630?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/292876127072340630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=292876127072340630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/292876127072340630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/292876127072340630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-you-are-around-and-if-you-are-not.html' title='if you are around and if you are not'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SWfvJ9HPmcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/sTwNYo4nX_U/s72-c/DSCN7124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-8897881566235625770</id><published>2009-01-06T06:05:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T06:10:17.869+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remember me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainbow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moon'/><title type='text'>Remember me.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I like the rainbow, I like the blue sky. I like the moon covered by the sky. I like the wet grass flower because of the fog. I like a bit sun light when it makes mistake. I like the most when I stay with you. I remember you my friend I remember you so much my friend. You fill my life with joy like the golden light. I give my heart for your love and make me proud by a simple hug. Like that keep me hide in your heart. I never thought my life will be so beautiful. The happiness and fulfillment like a dream. If the picture became blank and when you weak up you see nothing. Remember me on that day, Oh my friend stay close to me and close to my heart always as i keep you always.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-8897881566235625770?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/8897881566235625770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=8897881566235625770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/8897881566235625770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/8897881566235625770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2009/01/remember-me.html' title='Remember me.......'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-2983819786109150212</id><published>2009-01-01T01:11:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T01:25:37.474+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='is this'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suppose to be like that?.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy new year'/><title type='text'>happy new year.... suppose to be like that!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>here everybody is enjoying theirslf except me... why? because its a new place and the first night but what can do with that its life.............everybody is around me..... drinking enjoying.... but me myself is feeling lonely.......... something is missing what is missing!! i do not even know that.... why i do not even know that!! am i not the one for the moments like that or missing someone or i need someone to share about myself....... its terrible feelings....... its hard to explain but also hard to resist myself in that situation... i am the most youngest one in the group..... but they never let me feel like i am younger then them...... they like or love me i know.... but why why i feel like alone? is this just a question what will never be answered by anyone except me..... i know its funy but its true.... i do not want to be a person like them but i cannot. is this my problem to express myself or i am not suitable for this situation..... they are chatting making funs but i can not lough or not even smile....... i want to smile now not only smile i want to lough loud like a free person but i am not able to do like that....... something or someone is icching me from my deep heart or from my deep mind..... whome i cannot identify................. &lt;br /&gt;the feelings like i am dying and listening loughing with enjoyment....... maybe i am missing my friend, or family, or close one that i want to talk or stay even they are silence it dose not metter......... i just want to be happy...........&lt;div&gt;is this called happy new year!!!! those who have the answers of my questions please i insist you to let me know. i will be glad if you will do that....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;however happy new year to you all from my heart......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-2983819786109150212?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/2983819786109150212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=2983819786109150212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/2983819786109150212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/2983819786109150212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-suppose-to-be-like-that.html' title='happy new year.... suppose to be like that!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-4228256918590317159</id><published>2008-12-17T03:28:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T03:38:23.880+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makes'/><title type='text'>moments makes memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SUgfwteizvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/SWE4RBY94Aw/s1600-h/DSC00415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SUgfwteizvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/SWE4RBY94Aw/s320/DSC00415.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280505484793794290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;There are some moments in your life that you can’t forget. But sometimes that comes with so many sadness and happiness. The feelings like your heart is on that part more then the present time. But what can we do. Sometimes we need to detach wheather we want or not. That’s good sometimes for thyself but its very hard to accept that kind of moment. On the moment…. you can’t go and you can’t stay. Though you have decide wheather you will stay or not. And if you go then from that moment the past moment makes mamory.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-4228256918590317159?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/4228256918590317159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=4228256918590317159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/4228256918590317159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/4228256918590317159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2008/12/moments-makes-memory.html' title='moments makes memory'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SUgfwteizvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/SWE4RBY94Aw/s72-c/DSC00415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-8042668107826875294</id><published>2008-11-11T04:54:00.003+06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T05:05:35.381+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='street seller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poor child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don;t understand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we small'/><title type='text'>we are small</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SRi-MnjF-0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/BvAk5_j57ZA/s1600-h/P3260059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SRi-MnjF-0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/BvAk5_j57ZA/s200/P3260059.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267168888193678146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SRi9K7Y-B7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/hBmv4FSQ3tA/s1600-h/P3130013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SRi9K7Y-B7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/hBmv4FSQ3tA/s200/P3130013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267167759648556978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are some people who are leading their life for living. They cannot expect something more. They start working from the beginning. Yea I am talking about the children who are selling flowers, popcorn, nuts, books and etc in the street. If you ask them what you want to be more or less everybody will tell you I want to be an educated person like doctor, engineer officer or teacher. But they are not able to become one of them. But now they are thinking all the time when a person buys what they sell, and they will have money for foods. They do not even think about their cloths sometimes. For them there is only one need that is food. They are very much happy with that. But for us we need a lot. We are not happy what we have. So now think one moment are we happy! Are we able to live with that happiness… We are very small to them but we don’t understand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-8042668107826875294?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/8042668107826875294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=8042668107826875294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/8042668107826875294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/8042668107826875294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-are-small.html' title='we are small'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SRi-MnjF-0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/BvAk5_j57ZA/s72-c/P3260059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-3264988047236726240</id><published>2008-11-10T00:11:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T00:13:45.907+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feels'/><title type='text'>how dos that feels</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How does that feels! If you know someone and you two were very close. After long time in a moment in the way you two meet each other standing side by side. But you cannot talk each other. Standing silently, you cannot even move if you want to. Both of you are waiting for someone but they are not coming. You are thinking you will talk but your thinking becomes just your thought. After few time your friend came and you left without saying anything. Keep thinking about what you two did in the past but now that is just a memory. For someone either it’s just a memory or bad memory.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So how does that feels if you were there in that situation!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-3264988047236726240?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/3264988047236726240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=3264988047236726240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/3264988047236726240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/3264988047236726240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-dos-that-feels.html' title='how dos that feels'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-4040453705237078469</id><published>2008-10-25T11:33:00.004+06:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T11:41:45.525+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dump'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Please do not let that happen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Once upon a time there is a man who is just live for himself so that he was alone. He has a bad temper problem. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;He loved a woman who is beautiful and cute. She knows how to live. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;She teaches him how to live. Everything was going well. One day she told him that she is unhappy because her parents what her to get married to another person. She is so upset. She could not tell her parents about him. She was so confused. She told him everything. And then he felt so tensed and told her to tell their parents about him. And also he told his parents about her. His parents accept everything very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;After few days the she told him that she told her parents about him. But their parents are not accepting that well so they behave so badly with her. She told him it is not possible to avoid the person her parents chose for her. Then he got angry and told her that he wants to talk with that person. But she told him no.. and she will see what she can do. Then he trusts her and waited for what she can do. After few days waiting he asked her what is the situation and she said to wait. But for him it’s totally hard to wait without knowing the good possibilities about their relation. He told how he feels about that. Again after waiting few more days he asked her about the contact number of that person. She told him she do not have the number but she has his sister number. So he took his sisters number and try to contact with that person. And the next day he told her that he was able to talk with that person and try to let him understand everything. And at the end that person told him that, this is her decision to make. So he told her about the conversation he did and ask her about the decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The she told him she is not able to hart her parents so she have to marry that person. He is totally become speechless and staring at her. He understands everything very well now. Why she did that. After that he was trying to make her understand but no more listening from him. She left him in the middle of the street and left forever. He tried to call so many times but she changed her contact number. He sees her often but he is not talking with her because he is thinking “maybe she is happy with another more then with him!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Now every single day he is praying to god “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;please do not let that happen with another person ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-4040453705237078469?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/4040453705237078469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=4040453705237078469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/4040453705237078469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/4040453705237078469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2008/10/please-do-not-let-that-happen.html' title='Please do not let that happen'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-7352445227762243868</id><published>2008-10-14T01:26:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T01:54:51.077+06:00</updated><title type='text'>how many !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How many roads must man walk down before you call him a man !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How many seas must warped upset before she sleeps in side !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How many times must cannon must fly before they fold on a band !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How many years a mountain dose exist before it reach into the sea !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How many years’ handsome people will exist before they love to be free !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How many times can man turn his head down before they portend not to see !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How many times must man have to wait before he can see the sky !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How many years a must worn by a hand before he can hear he can crying !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How many debts will take to yours and too many he put a like !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The answer my friend is blowing in the wind, the answer is blown in wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-7352445227762243868?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/7352445227762243868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=7352445227762243868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/7352445227762243868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/7352445227762243868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-many.html' title='how many !!'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-5259542479916848076</id><published>2008-08-25T06:44:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T06:46:03.503+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='replys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god says'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>GOD HAVE ALL THE ANSWERS.....</title><content type='html'>YOU SAY &amp;amp; GOD SAYS&lt;br /&gt;You say: 'It's impossible'&lt;br /&gt;God says: All things are possible&lt;br /&gt;You say: 'I'm too tired'&lt;br /&gt;God says: I will give you rest&lt;br /&gt;You say: 'Nobody really loves me'&lt;br /&gt;God says: I love you&lt;br /&gt;You say: 'I can't go on'&lt;br /&gt;God says: My grace is sufficient&lt;br /&gt;You say: 'I can't figure things out'&lt;br /&gt;God says: I will direct your steps&lt;br /&gt;You say: 'I can't do it'&lt;br /&gt;God says: You can do all things&lt;br /&gt;You say: 'I'm not able'&lt;br /&gt;God says: I am able&lt;br /&gt;You say: 'It's not worth it'&lt;br /&gt;God says: It will be worth it&lt;br /&gt;You say: 'I can't forgive myself'&lt;br /&gt;God says: I Forgive you&lt;br /&gt;You say: 'I can't manage'&lt;br /&gt;God says: I will supply all your needs&lt;br /&gt;You say: 'I'm afraid'&lt;br /&gt;God says: I have not given you a spirit of fear&lt;br /&gt;You say: 'I'm always worried and frustrated'&lt;br /&gt;God says: Cast all your cares on ME&lt;br /&gt;You say: 'I'm not smart enough'&lt;br /&gt;God says: I give you wisdom&lt;br /&gt;You say: 'I feel all alone'&lt;br /&gt;God says: I will never leave you or forsake you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-5259542479916848076?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/5259542479916848076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=5259542479916848076' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/5259542479916848076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/5259542479916848076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2008/08/god-have-all-answers.html' title='GOD HAVE ALL THE ANSWERS.....'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-5518590522908748748</id><published>2008-08-19T04:27:00.003+06:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T04:57:01.937+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am with you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='with'/><title type='text'>i am with you</title><content type='html'>I’m standing on the bridge i am waiting in the dark. I thought that you would be here by now, there nothing but the rain that falls on the ground but i am listening there is no sound. is not anyone trying to find me, i want someone come take me home.  i am looking for a place, i am searching for a face, is anybody here i know, because nothing is going right and everything is mess and no one likes to be alone. why is everything so confusing may be i start up my mind.....It’s a dame cold night i trying to figer that out this life i want you, take me my hand take me somewhere new i do not know who you are but i am with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-5518590522908748748?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/5518590522908748748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=5518590522908748748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/5518590522908748748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/5518590522908748748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-with-you.html' title='i am with you'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-5048656218089805263</id><published>2008-08-12T04:11:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T04:17:08.555+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dying'/><title type='text'>dying......!!!!</title><content type='html'>Am I dying? No no no no that’s not possible…… so why I think like I am dying!! Its madness!! Perhaps it is true or not. Sometimes I feel like I am dying but I cannot avoid that. Few days ago I went to the roof and lie on the roof. Watching stars and thinking if a person die will they become a star and always watching us like we do watch stars? I do not know who knows!! I and my cousin used to go to the roof and thinking if we saw a dead men become alive and standing in front of us what will we ask …… finally we decided that we will ask HOW DID YOU DIE. Crazy thinking is not it.. but just ask yourself what will you ask them?&lt;br /&gt;One of my very good friend told me a very interesting thing about dying. He told me that there is a book about dying people feelings but they did not die……. All of them told the same feelings about dying feelings. They said…. &lt;em&gt;In a moment the pain stopped and they saw very bright light and they were attracted toward that light, they were going closer and closer suddenly they stopped and they saw no lights but where they were before&lt;/em&gt;….. Is not that the best feeling in human life!! Sometimes it’s impossible to feel if you are not in the situation. We all the time try to avoid that feeling but did we ever make our self to avoid that feelings!! I did not able to make that for myself. So as my friend (dosto) said &lt;em&gt;something is truth if you accept that or not&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-5048656218089805263?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/5048656218089805263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=5048656218089805263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/5048656218089805263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/5048656218089805263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2008/08/dying.html' title='dying......!!!!'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-3015136504729313879</id><published>2008-07-24T18:02:00.003+06:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T18:05:37.996+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl scratch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paintings'/><title type='text'>my scratches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SIhvuhtFekI/AAAAAAAAAD0/djSbJFbVlt0/s1600-h/aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226550212675598914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SIhvuhtFekI/AAAAAAAAAD0/djSbJFbVlt0/s400/aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SIhvuzHfXuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/STflDswGG_I/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226550217349750498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SIhvuzHfXuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/STflDswGG_I/s400/bb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-3015136504729313879?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/3015136504729313879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=3015136504729313879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/3015136504729313879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/3015136504729313879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-scratches.html' title='my scratches'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SIhvuhtFekI/AAAAAAAAAD0/djSbJFbVlt0/s72-c/aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-6623297462850516182</id><published>2008-07-21T02:45:00.004+06:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:08:33.462+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='come'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>ME AND YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've been down - I've been beat I've been so tired - that I could not speak I've been so lost that I could not see I wanted things that were out of reach Then I found you and you helped me through, you showed me what to do, You've been alone, but you did not show it You've been in pain, but I did not know it Let me do what I needed to - you were there when I needed you Might a let you down, might a messed you round but you never changed your point of view and that's why I'm comin' back to you............ Like a star that guides a ship across the ocean That's how your love will take me home back to you And if I wish upon that star someday I'll be where you are I know that day is coming soon .. yeah, I'm coming back to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here I am - this is me There's no where else on earth I'd rather be Here I am - it's just me and you, we make our dreams come true It's a new world - it's a new start It's alive with the beating of young hearts It's a new day, it 's a new plan I've been waiting for you Here I am..... Here we are - we've just begun And after all this time - our time has come here we are - still going strong Right here in the place where we belong... Here I am.... Here I am Waiting for you..... Here I am next to you And suddenly the world is all brand new, Here I am - where I'm gonna stay Now there's nothing standing in our way....................... Here I am me and you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-6623297462850516182?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/6623297462850516182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=6623297462850516182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/6623297462850516182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/6623297462850516182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2008/07/me-and-you.html' title='ME AND YOU'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-508089036839358604</id><published>2008-05-09T05:46:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T05:49:11.556+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friend'/><title type='text'>Best friend !!!! what is that……</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Best friend….. Someone says it’s good to have a best friend… someone says madness… someone says its nothing… but I say best friend is the best achievement or greatest gift for each of us.&lt;br /&gt;Best friend is someone who can understand you…. Who take care of you…. Who share their emotions, sadness, happiness….Who always keep you away from danger…. Who really wants you to be happy…. Who never left you…. Who feel free with you…. Who have feelings for you…. Who can be part of your life…………………………………………&lt;br /&gt;I have a best friend also…. Who has all of those above…. I really proud of that and all the time I think about my best friend I feel I am not alone. I feel there is a person who can listen to me only for me. My best friend is greatest.&lt;br /&gt;So I think I owe god for that…. And I really do.           &lt;br /&gt;Wish you very good life and more happiness my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nikeyfriend&lt;/span&gt; (BF)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-508089036839358604?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/508089036839358604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=508089036839358604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/508089036839358604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/508089036839358604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2008/05/best-friend-what-is-that.html' title='Best friend !!!! what is that……'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-3410561504342948331</id><published>2008-04-24T03:11:00.003+06:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T03:28:51.445+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relation between water and life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>don't you think ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;suppose you have something to hold but the situation make you to live without that... or the thing do not want to stay with you.... what do you feel on that time? i know may be its unspeakable.... may be its hard sometimes but you do not know how do you stay out of that hard time.... whatver you believe that or not that is truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes i think life is like a river and we are the water... we are moving but no one will know that where we are going... why we are going... how we are going... but we are moving with the time like a wave. but the main and only diffrence between river and life is the man have to die when the final call will come.... but the river has no end... but has some way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;did you ever feel that, what you want is going far away from you that you can not think but what you can is to hold the memory and suffer. and suffering make you not to try hold anything in future...... but we do and we will do. like a water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don't you think we are nothing just a part of a game and the game maker is playing with all of us....!!!!!!!!!! very well and systametic way...... don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-3410561504342948331?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/3410561504342948331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=3410561504342948331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/3410561504342948331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/3410561504342948331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2008/04/dont-you-think.html' title='don&apos;t you think ?'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-1524291132310520631</id><published>2008-04-08T07:09:00.005+06:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T07:45:07.601+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>love !!  ??  ,, ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/R_rN1DE592I/AAAAAAAAADs/nYAOpFsbLyk/s1600-h/lovly+(29).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186684232113190754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/R_rN1DE592I/AAAAAAAAADs/nYAOpFsbLyk/s200/lovly+(29).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/R_rNfDE591I/AAAAAAAAADk/q7KZuJMS6bc/s1600-h/Back+ground+(53).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;love! "i love you" "do you love me?" "i do not love you". we are very about those sentence. but we know love as couple. but love is something you can not avoid. if you want to pass a single moment then you have to love. confusing? let me explain.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you take breath because you love your life and no one can not live without breathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as you eat the same thing like breathing. now someone is so cleaver they will ask "so why we do work?" simple..... we work for money, passing time, to servive. we earn money because we have to pay for the facility and facility for to live. so directly or indirectly we love our work sometimes we know sometimes we do not know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we love god. thats a so simple sentence but has lots of responcibility. now someone will tell "i do not love god and also i do not believe god" for them you love yourself. and if you love yoursefl you automatically love god. because god made you. ha ha science. someone thinking about science.... for them just think "can science give a life". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in this world there is one thing what you can find every where that is "love". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, normally if you say love... everybody thought first "couple's love".... is not that.... even i think that also. who are couple.... for them i have a massage to send...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;" love is loseing thyself to whome you love".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-1524291132310520631?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/1524291132310520631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=1524291132310520631' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/1524291132310520631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/1524291132310520631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2008/04/love.html' title='love !!  ??  ,, ..'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/R_rN1DE592I/AAAAAAAAADs/nYAOpFsbLyk/s72-c/lovly+(29).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-3809749830736400743</id><published>2008-03-24T12:26:00.003+06:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T12:31:58.410+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaning of friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='origin of friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friend'/><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/R-dKyjE590I/AAAAAAAAADc/p2Rv8AkPf8c/s1600-h/Back+ground+(67).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181192128582776642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/R-dKyjE590I/AAAAAAAAADc/p2Rv8AkPf8c/s200/Back+ground+(67).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes friendship seems too difficult. there is no way to make that easy.... but you automatically adjust your difficulties. the relation we call love is comes from friendship. because if a person want to love another person then he or she must have to know each other very well. if not the relation will not last long... so as i think friendship is the best relation in this world. i respect that relation more then other relations. sometimes its hard to find but when you find and take that as best relation then you can call yourself as a happiest person. sometimes friendship become strong quickly, sometimes takes so long time. i have a best friend(BF) also. my BF is a very nice person. i never forget my BF..... for me its impossible to forget my BF. i can not make friend so quickly but my BF become so quick. i also know know i am not my BF's BF.... and i am not sad for that because i belive that BF is someone who can understand me and i am also able to understand my BF. and most of all BF is the most special person. in my view i do not think that BF must be stay close to you, but i think and believe that BF must stay close to heart. that you can share everything.... never hide anything. keep faith, trust, hope, sacrifice, truthful, sharing and help, those are the main concept in friendship. FRIEND word stands for F= few, R= relation, I= in, E= earth, N= never, D= die. so the meaning of friendship is "few relarion in earth never die".somethimes some person try to find from where friendship come.... so lets see from where friendship came...Your Heart is your Love, Your love is your Family, Your family is your Future, Your future is your Destiny, Your destiny is your Ambition, Your ambition is your Aspiration, Your aspiration is your Motivation, Your motivation is your Belief, Your belief is your Peace, Your peace is your Target, Your target is Heaven, Heaven is no fun without FRIEND...........................................about friendship there is one thing i must have to say....... that is....... you can not make friendship, friendship just come in our life mistriusly and you realize by your own, specially for Best friend...... thats the truth, thats the reality.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-3809749830736400743?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/3809749830736400743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=3809749830736400743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/3809749830736400743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/3809749830736400743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2008/03/friendship_24.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/R-dKyjE590I/AAAAAAAAADc/p2Rv8AkPf8c/s72-c/Back+ground+(67).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-5689941562031676763</id><published>2008-03-17T07:34:00.004+06:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T18:00:59.764+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dosto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='savio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historical place'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>some pictures of mine........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/R93NBwORwEI/AAAAAAAAACs/bSgpFi9QYbk/s1600-h/Foto0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178520576554287170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/R93NBwORwEI/AAAAAAAAACs/bSgpFi9QYbk/s200/Foto0088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/R93NCQORwFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/nBAYr_HQE1M/s1600-h/P3140023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178520585144221778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/R93NCQORwFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/nBAYr_HQE1M/s200/P3140023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/R93NDAORwGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/DZGjIEkbnmw/s1600-h/P3130011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178520598029123682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/R93NDAORwGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/DZGjIEkbnmw/s200/P3130011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/R93NEAORwHI/AAAAAAAAADE/r9Ap2mIP7wg/s1600-h/P3130017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178520615208992882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/R93NEAORwHI/AAAAAAAAADE/r9Ap2mIP7wg/s200/P3130017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/R93NEQORwII/AAAAAAAAADM/inD5A1g0oPc/s1600-h/P3010007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178520619503960194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/R93NEQORwII/AAAAAAAAADM/inD5A1g0oPc/s200/P3010007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178518317401489458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/R93K-QORwDI/AAAAAAAAACk/NA8Vm7Wd-1k/s200/Foto0082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-5689941562031676763?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/5689941562031676763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=5689941562031676763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/5689941562031676763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/5689941562031676763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2008/03/some-pictures-of-mine.html' title='some pictures of mine........'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/R93NBwORwEI/AAAAAAAAACs/bSgpFi9QYbk/s72-c/Foto0088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-7575232877856636806</id><published>2008-03-13T03:18:00.004+06:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T03:49:29.400+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>a story about my friend....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/R9hPDQORwCI/AAAAAAAAACc/kWhAX93ocTc/s1600-h/P2200006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176974688975437858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/R9hPDQORwCI/AAAAAAAAACc/kWhAX93ocTc/s200/P2200006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a great story of a greatest gift&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there is a 15 years old boy called Dennis. He lives in Piape(padada) in philippines. he is 15 years old but he seems 10 years old. he smoke thats the reason everybody called him "smoker boy" and some people tell that "he smoke because he dose not have fater to forbid it". His family is brokn now. His mother lives with a bad person now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my friend Br. Sanz went there and the boy Dennis used to follow him always and every were as much as he can. Sanz used to give him cigarettes sometimes and also time to time when the boy said that " one MORE, please" *MORE is the brand of the tobacco. Dennis is a fisherman he goes fishing 2 times a day 4 am and 4 pm approximatelly. he is the only earning person in his family thats the reason everybody like him and also respect him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;one day my friend was helped him to pudh the boat after his fishing.... and Sanz asked that boy how many fish he caught today. he showed and there all most 15 fish. and suddenlly the boy offerd him 5 fish for my friend as a gift. And it is so hard for us to give one third of our income to who earn more then us. and when my friend told me that and he ended that story with " I was a witness to an act of pure generousity, of pure gratuity, purely gospel."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now my quisto every body who already read this Did we do that ever? Did we get that kind of love? Did we get that kind of gift? i do not think so. but for a human being this is the greatest love or gift in his hole life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-7575232877856636806?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/7575232877856636806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=7575232877856636806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/7575232877856636806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/7575232877856636806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2008/03/story-about-my-friend.html' title='a story about my friend....'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/R9hPDQORwCI/AAAAAAAAACc/kWhAX93ocTc/s72-c/P2200006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-1001463764510987956</id><published>2008-03-06T02:25:00.005+06:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T03:56:12.684+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rude teacher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'>my University</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this month i started my new semester.... its starts great. but this is my last semester before internship so, so much study study and study. though i like study but i do not like to study all the time. and the good news is that all of my friends are here in the University its very nice because of study and passing times, games, good and also some bad moment, enjoying class and also teachers.&lt;br /&gt;this semester we got new teacher for "corporate finance" so it will be so funny for the student. the teacher is friendlly but feels uncomfortable. thats great, i think we will get some advantage for that. the teacher is young, good looking, handsome but little short, it dose not metter.&lt;br /&gt;what ever i enjoy my university life. its great some rules, some flexibilities, some fun, some sadness, some good moment, some bad moments. its like air. air has everything and my university life also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-1001463764510987956?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/1001463764510987956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=1001463764510987956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/1001463764510987956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/1001463764510987956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-university.html' title='my University'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/SKDCSaPLyYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/camtLdJ_skY/s1600-R/P2210026.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4048453729338426552.post-1456050965607327351</id><published>2008-02-28T20:43:00.011+06:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T03:54:10.320+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red rose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaning of rose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>red rose.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/R8bPn50tSeI/AAAAAAAAACU/eFMqSXdCmJ8/s1600-h/flower+(22).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172049506525333986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y76BARo_yPA/R8bPn50tSeI/AAAAAAAAACU/eFMqSXdCmJ8/s200/flower+(22).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;everybody says that red rose has meaning for love but some people knows that and others are not. now you are welcome to know the all meaning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1 rose = from the first fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 rose = just a formal meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 rose = i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 rose = mad for your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 rose = i will stay with you in my hole life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 rose = you are only mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 rose = i trust you more then anything in this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 rose = i promise, in my hole life i will always with you... close to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 rose = i will be your friend in my hole life.... till the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 rose = i am sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 rose = i will be your trasted person always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 rose = i owe you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36 rose = i will remomber the moment we passed forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 rose = i love you from my deep heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;108 rose = will you marry me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-1456050965607327351?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/2431381068651743923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=2431381068651743923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/2431381068651743923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/2431381068651743923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-friends_26.html' title='my friends'/><author><name>savio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11871702293163914661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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friend here?" still i can not get that answer i do not know why....... and i do not want to know that answer..... sometimes its good to not find some answer...... . now i still remember my school and some memory also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4048453729338426552-4272706719548109730?l=olivesavio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivesavio.blogspot.com/feeds/4272706719548109730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4048453729338426552&amp;postID=4272706719548109730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4048453729338426552/posts/default/4272706719548109730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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