<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15689105</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:43:22.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>truelife</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truelifesom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15689105/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truelifesom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>truelife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672058001968018080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15689105.post-113726182252653145</id><published>2006-01-14T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T10:03:46.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>truelife</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.truelifesom.blogspot.com/"&gt;truelife&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15689105-113726182252653145?l=truelifesom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truelifesom.blogspot.com/feeds/113726182252653145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15689105&amp;postID=113726182252653145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15689105/posts/default/113726182252653145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15689105/posts/default/113726182252653145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truelifesom.blogspot.com/2006/01/truelife.html' title='truelife'/><author><name>truelife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672058001968018080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15689105.post-112876495058796627</id><published>2005-10-08T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T03:17:00.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TIMELY HATE</title><content type='html'>I had been living a very bad life! Now I got a chance to vent all my tensions. Moreover I am feeling a sort of freedom now. Few days back I opened my mind to a lady ( elder to me in age )that I love her. Naturally I got the answer which I was expected! Her reply was very negative first. After my repeated enquiries, she started arguing to me. But I knew that, in her heart of heart she is in love with me! Her problem was that I am married and have two children. I told her that I love her because I like her very much! There is no rule that I should not love her because I am married. She is working in the same institution where I am working now. She is also married and has two kids. But a divorcee. By loving her I did not mean that I am not loving my wife or family! The thing is, that she is more lovable to me than my wife. The reason is also my wife. I feel now a days that she does not love me! Before marriage we were in love for a long five years. After marriage only I understood that it was a shown love towards me. She is from a family from which dreaming a marriage to me was very remote. They were very "low" in society. I was a very good student with a good academic scoring. And everybody knew that after graduation  I would get a job, which she or her family could not dream off. So to get me she pretended love and at that time I could not recognise that. O.k, that is the past story. Now I feel to love this lady, may be because our "chemistry" is similar! Though we were working in the same place, we never talked about the same. Our talking was through "mobile sms" only. I disclosed my desire to her and she started advicing me about the pros and cons of this affair. Still I strongly feel that she loves me! Now a days she is not sending any sms to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know how to continue this. I am in a dilemma. Can any body help me or advice me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15689105-112876495058796627?l=truelifesom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truelifesom.blogspot.com/feeds/112876495058796627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15689105&amp;postID=112876495058796627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15689105/posts/default/112876495058796627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15689105/posts/default/112876495058796627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truelifesom.blogspot.com/2005/10/timely-hate.html' title='TIMELY HATE'/><author><name>truelife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672058001968018080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15689105.post-112641781222498484</id><published>2005-09-10T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T00:20:10.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheating</title><content type='html'>When I was in love,&lt;br /&gt;You shoved a lot of love to me,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that ....&lt;br /&gt;It was all show only.&lt;br /&gt;When you got me - through marriage,&lt;br /&gt;You started showing the real "you"&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was enjoying the life,&lt;br /&gt;But marriage with you,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, with you, proved that &lt;br /&gt;Life is a hell!&lt;br /&gt;I was good to my parents,&lt;br /&gt;My friends, even to the society.&lt;br /&gt;Now nobody likes me, nobody!&lt;br /&gt;It is all because of you,&lt;br /&gt;You the cheat!&lt;br /&gt;Now I am living,&lt;br /&gt;Just for the sake of life only.&lt;br /&gt;Or for the sake of my children!&lt;br /&gt;But I don,t know&lt;br /&gt;How do they come up tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;They are also your children!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15689105-112641781222498484?l=truelifesom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truelifesom.blogspot.com/feeds/112641781222498484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15689105&amp;postID=112641781222498484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15689105/posts/default/112641781222498484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15689105/posts/default/112641781222498484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truelifesom.blogspot.com/2005/09/cheating.html' title='Cheating'/><author><name>truelife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672058001968018080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15689105.post-112524787642482183</id><published>2005-08-28T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T09:58:18.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love theory</title><content type='html'>Sternberg's Triangular Theory of Love&lt;br /&gt;In the triangular theory of love, love is characterized by three elements: intimacy, passion and commitment. Each of these elements can be present in a relationship, producing the following combinations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combinations of intimacy, passion, and commitment &lt;br /&gt;Liking or friendship - intimacy     &lt;br /&gt;Infatuation or limerence - passion   &lt;br /&gt;Empty love - commitment &lt;br /&gt;Romantic love - intimacy + passion   &lt;br /&gt;Companionate love - intimacy +   commitment &lt;br /&gt;Fatuous love -  passion + commitment &lt;br /&gt;Consummate love -  intimacy + passion + commitment &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liking includes only one of the love components - intimacy. In this case, liking is not used in a trivial sense. Sternberg says that this intimate liking characterizes true friendships, in which a person feels a bondedness, a warmth, and a closeness with another but not intense passion or long-term commitment. &lt;br /&gt;Infatuated love consists solely of passion and is often what is felt as "love at first sight." But without the intimacy and the commitment components of love, infatuated love may disappear suddenly. &lt;br /&gt;Empty love consists of the commitment component without intimacy or passion. Sometimes, a stronger love deteriorates into empty love, in which the commitment remains, but the intimacy and passion have died. In cultures in which arranged marriages are common, relationships often begin as empty love. &lt;br /&gt;Romantic love is a combination of intimacy and passion. Romantic lovers are bonded emotionally (as in liking) and physically through passionate arousal. &lt;br /&gt;Companionate love consists of intimacy and commitment. This type of love is often found in marriages in which the passion has gone out of the relationship, but a deep affection and commitment remain. &lt;br /&gt;Fatuous love has the passion and the commitment components but not the intimacy component. This type of love can be exemplified by a whirlwind courtship and marriage in which a commitment is motivated largely by passion, without the stabilizing influence of intimacy. &lt;br /&gt;Consummate love is the only type of love that includes all three components--intimacy, passion and commitment. Consummate love is the most complete form of love, and it represents the ideal love relationship for which many people strive but which apparently few achieve. Sternberg cautions that maintaining a consummate love may be even harder than achieving it. He stresses the importance of translating the components of love into action. "Without expression," he warns, "even the greatest of loves can die"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW I THINK U CAN ANALYSE YOUR LIFE AND INVOLVED LOVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15689105-112524787642482183?l=truelifesom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truelifesom.blogspot.com/feeds/112524787642482183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15689105&amp;postID=112524787642482183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15689105/posts/default/112524787642482183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15689105/posts/default/112524787642482183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truelifesom.blogspot.com/2005/08/love-theory.html' title='Love theory'/><author><name>truelife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672058001968018080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15689105.post-112524659601703645</id><published>2005-08-28T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T09:45:38.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>Love is an irresistable desire to be irresistably desired. &lt;br /&gt;Robert Frost (1874 - 1963)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15689105-112524659601703645?l=truelifesom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truelifesom.blogspot.com/feeds/112524659601703645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15689105&amp;postID=112524659601703645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15689105/posts/default/112524659601703645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15689105/posts/default/112524659601703645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truelifesom.blogspot.com/2005/08/love_28.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>truelife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672058001968018080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15689105.post-112493581219223564</id><published>2005-08-24T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T19:10:12.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DREAM</title><content type='html'>Dreams are there in all,&lt;br /&gt;But not in me!&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are meant,&lt;br /&gt;Not to fullfil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature dreams of winter&lt;br /&gt;A lover dreams of his love&lt;br /&gt;The sea dreams of the land &lt;br /&gt;And the soul dreams of the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the dreams comes true?&lt;br /&gt;Then what is truth in a dream?&lt;br /&gt;Once I had a lot of dreams!&lt;br /&gt;About me and you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cheated me,&lt;br /&gt;All my dreams vanished.&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't dream anything,&lt;br /&gt;Rather dreams won't dream about me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15689105-112493581219223564?l=truelifesom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truelifesom.blogspot.com/feeds/112493581219223564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15689105&amp;postID=112493581219223564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15689105/posts/default/112493581219223564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15689105/posts/default/112493581219223564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truelifesom.blogspot.com/2005/08/dream_24.html' title='DREAM'/><author><name>truelife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672058001968018080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15689105.post-112490942712804869</id><published>2005-08-24T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T11:50:27.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>truelife</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.truelifesom.blogspot.com/"&gt;truelife&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15689105-112490942712804869?l=truelifesom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truelifesom.blogspot.com/feeds/112490942712804869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15689105&amp;postID=112490942712804869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15689105/posts/default/112490942712804869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15689105/posts/default/112490942712804869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truelifesom.blogspot.com/2005/08/truelife_112490942712804869.html' title='truelife'/><author><name>truelife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672058001968018080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15689105.post-112489256992028393</id><published>2005-08-24T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T11:31:06.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NIGHT</title><content type='html'>I love night....&lt;br /&gt;U know Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no soul in night&lt;br /&gt;Thre is no friends at night&lt;br /&gt;There is no life at night&lt;br /&gt;There is no light at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy night rather than days&lt;br /&gt;I can do any damn thing at night&lt;br /&gt;Nobody sees me, catches me!&lt;br /&gt;There is no bose at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night you are the bose,&lt;br /&gt;Even bose to the night also!&lt;br /&gt;Nights won't hurt you,&lt;br /&gt;Unless u hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody is there to love you,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody is there to hate you,&lt;br /&gt;All the creatures are equel at night,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody is to take care of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I am / you are alone at night!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15689105-112489256992028393?l=truelifesom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truelifesom.blogspot.com/feeds/112489256992028393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15689105&amp;postID=112489256992028393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15689105/posts/default/112489256992028393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15689105/posts/default/112489256992028393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truelifesom.blogspot.com/2005/08/night.html' title='NIGHT'/><author><name>truelife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672058001968018080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15689105.post-112475707718207436</id><published>2005-08-22T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T18:01:25.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1990/1460/1600/Neuralnetwork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1990/1460/320/Neuralnetwork.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been living this life for the last several years. Now I'm thinking about this life in depth! Why we are leading this life? What is the aim of this life? If it is not for living , then what it is for? After life is there anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From where did we get this life? Afterall what is life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it friendship and betrayal?&lt;br /&gt;Is it love and affection?&lt;br /&gt;Is it for anybody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have a great pain, it is not physiological!&lt;br /&gt;My friend, closest friend betrayed me!&lt;br /&gt;It is paining, too much pain!&lt;br /&gt;Why do we live with pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the answer?&lt;br /&gt;Anybody knows? I dont think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15689105-112475707718207436?l=truelifesom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truelifesom.blogspot.com/feeds/112475707718207436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15689105&amp;postID=112475707718207436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15689105/posts/default/112475707718207436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15689105/posts/default/112475707718207436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truelifesom.blogspot.com/2005/08/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>truelife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07672058001968018080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
