tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91750660169001227482011-07-08T09:48:13.715+05:30Live Fast, Die Young...RejiL WorlDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106728097707521940noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175066016900122748.post-12249645571299676662008-11-10T11:00:00.004+05:302010-04-03T11:26:46.174+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_taqeFSAX-GA/S7bYl09dhVI/AAAAAAAAHrc/CFY037f95Eo/s1600/scan0004.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_taqeFSAX-GA/S7bYl09dhVI/AAAAAAAAHrc/CFY037f95Eo/s320/scan0004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455786142989124946" /></a><br />"You know when you listen to music playing from another room? And you're singing along because it's a tune that you really love? When a door closes or a train passes by so you can't hear the music anymore, but you sing along anyway...then, no matter how much time passes, when you hear the music again, you're still in the exact same time with it. That's what love is like"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175066016900122748-1224964557129967666?l=rejilworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>RejiL WorlDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106728097707521940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175066016900122748.post-90272691001765218212008-06-18T12:21:00.000+05:302011-03-16T15:43:55.095+05:30<div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175066016900122748-9027269100176521821?l=rejilworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>RejiL WorlDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106728097707521940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175066016900122748.post-91846260252721681502008-06-14T10:21:00.001+05:302010-04-03T11:50:35.013+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_taqeFSAX-GA/S7beK5a4h_I/AAAAAAAAHrk/3oQy07gEVrM/s1600/scan0047.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_taqeFSAX-GA/S7beK5a4h_I/AAAAAAAAHrk/3oQy07gEVrM/s320/scan0047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455792277399570418" /></a><br />I don't believe professional athletes should be role models. I believe parents should be role models.... It's not like it was when I was growing up. My mom and my grandmother told me how it was going to be. If I didn't like it, they said, "Don't let the door hit you in the ass on your way out." Parents have to take better control.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175066016900122748-9184626025272168150?l=rejilworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>RejiL WorlDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106728097707521940noreply@blogger.com1