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  <title>the dancing days are gone.</title>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 31 Aug 2008 10:25:34 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>quotes :)</title>
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  <description>&amp;quot;The whole purpose of places like Starbucks is for people with no decision-making ability whatsoever to make six decisions just to buy one cup of coffee. Short, tall, light, dark, caf, decaf, low-fat, non-fat, etc. So people who don&apos;t know what the hell they&apos;re doing or who on earth they are can, for only $2.95, get not just a cup of coffee but an absolutely defining sense of self: Tall. Decaf. Cappuccino.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;-Joe Fox, You&apos;ve Got&amp;nbsp;Mail &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life. Well, not small, but valuable. And sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven&apos;t been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn&apos;t it be the other way around? I don&apos;t really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So good night, dear void.&amp;quot; - Kathleen Kelly, You&apos;ve Got Mail &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;What will NY152 say today I wonder. I turn on my computer. I wait impatiently as it connects. I go online, and my breath catches in my chest until I hear three little words: You&apos;ve got mail. I hear nothing. Not even a sound on the streets of New York, just the beating of my own heart. I have mail. From you.&amp;quot; -&amp;nbsp;Kathleen Kelly, You&apos;ve Got Mail &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;The odd thing about this form of communication is that you&apos;re more likely to talk about nothing than something. But I just want to say that all this nothing has meant more to me than so many somethings.&amp;quot; - Kathleen Kelly, You&apos;ve Got Mail&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot;A couple of hundred years ago, Benjamin Franklin shared with the world the secret of his success. Never leave that till tomorrow, he said, which you can do today. This is the man who discovered electricity. You think more people would listen to what he had to say. I don&apos;t know why we put things off, but if I had to guess, I&apos;d have to say it has a lot to do with fear. Fear of failure, fear of rejection, sometimes the fear is just of making a decision, because what if you&apos;re wrong? What if you&apos;re making a mistake you can&apos;t undo? The early bird catches the worm. A stitch in time saves nine. He who hesitates is lost. We can&apos;t pretend we hadn&apos;t been told. We&apos;ve all heard the proverbs, heard the philosophers, heard our grandparents warning us about wasted time, heard the damn poets urging us to seize the day. Still sometimes we have to see for ourselves. We have to make our own mistakes. We have to learn our own lessons. We have to sweep today&apos;s possibility under tomorrow&apos;s rug until we can&apos;t anymore. Until we finally understand for ourselves what Benjamin Franklin really meant. That knowing is better than wondering, that waking is better than sleeping, and even the biggest failure, even the worst, beat the hell out of never trying.&amp;quot; - Merideth Grey &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;At some point, you have to make a decision. Boundaries don&apos;t keep other people out. They fence you in. Life is messy. That&apos;s how we&apos;re made. So, you can waste your lives drawing lines. Or you can live your life crossing them. But there are some lines... that are way too dangerous to cross.&amp;quot; - Merideth Grey &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Pooh, promise me you won&apos;t forget about me, ever. Not even when I am a hundred.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;Pooh thought for a little. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;How old shall I be then?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Ninety-nine.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;Pooh nodded. &amp;quot;I promise,&amp;quot; he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you.&amp;quot;- Pooh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Pooh!&amp;quot; he whispered.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Yes, Piglet?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Nothing,&amp;quot; said Piglet, taking Pooh&apos;s paw. &amp;quot;I just wanted to be sure of you.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that&apos;s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person you&apos;ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave. A soul mate&apos;s purpose is to shake you up, tear your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;ll add more later.</description>
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  <title>anonymous only.</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r54/ankitapro/29mvkgm.jpg&quot; /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anonymously, tell me a secret, a confession, a compliment, something or anything. &lt;br /&gt;i&apos;ll reply to everything.&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <title>friends only.</title>
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