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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ABQn4_eip7ImA9WhRRFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357853849628382214</id><updated>2011-11-28T07:15:53.042+08:00</updated><title>Esther SanSan</title><subtitle type="html">A Emotionality girl,always think a lot of things.Sometime just a little thing can make the girl think much and feel down,sometime just a little thing can make the girl feel happy like a small kid.
A girl like to write down the feeling,because dare not to share to people sometime.So just share whatever in her mind at here...</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sansan1313.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sansan1313.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4357853849628382214/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>EstherSanSan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14231803510513395987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZtkncrCAXk/TF49lcFWWjI/AAAAAAAAATQ/hA48ccLHKbU/S220/38023_424869272179_720827179_4631197_3954762_n.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/EstherSansan" /><feedburner:info uri="esthersansan" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYMQXo8eSp7ImA9Wx9QFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357853849628382214.post-1435118961091156691</id><published>2010-12-29T17:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T17:16:20.471+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-29T17:16:20.471+08:00</app:edited><title>Doggy Poo</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZtkncrCAXk/TRr8AkuU41I/AAAAAAAAAYk/PMo5W5h6IVU/s1600/155eb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZtkncrCAXk/TRr8AkuU41I/AAAAAAAAAYk/PMo5W5h6IVU/s320/155eb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556030177103110994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;Doggy Poo, released in 2004, is a 30-minute claymated short from Korea about a piece of dog poop. It's not just a clever name. The whole thing starts when a dog ambles into the screen and takes a dump on a dirt road. And then the dump starts to talk. What would a dog poo talk about, you ask? Nothing less than the meaning of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doggy Poo is a seriously unique viewing experience. It's not like I haven't seen an animated talking poop before - South Park had that covered years ago. The truly bizarre part of Doggy Poo is the tone. It's a children's story! It totally reminded me of those old Rankin/Bass holiday themed stop-motion movies, like Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. Doggy Poo was based on a children's book of the same name written in 1968 by Annie Rose Godsman. I haven't read the book, but I can tell you the short is truly a sight to behold. The turd plops down, opens his eyes, and starts crying. It has little rosy cheeks, a child's voice, and an inescapable penchant for asking the big questions in life. Why am I here? What's my purpose? Why am I made of shit? That sort of thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;*P/S : My favorite animation ever...&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/4357853849628382214-1435118961091156691?l=sansan1313.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Now, all their children have already grown up, have their own family, there's nothing else the old couple have to worry about, all they wanted is to lead their own life free from all these years of unhappiness from their marriage, so both agree on a divorce....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-left: 15px; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Lawyer was having a hard time trying to get the papers done, because he felt that after 40 yrs of marriage at the age of 70, he couldnt understand why the old couple would still want a divorce..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-left: 15px; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 12px; "&gt;While they were signing the papers, the wife told the husband..&lt;br /&gt;"I really love u, but i really cant carry on anymore, I'm sorry.."&lt;br /&gt;"Its o.k, i understand.." said the husband. Lookin at this, the lawyer suggested a dinner together, just 3 of them,wife thought, why not, since they are still gonna be friends..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-left: 15px; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 12px; "&gt;At the dining table, there was a silence of awkardness.&lt;br /&gt;The first dish was roasted chicken, immediately, the old man took the drumstick for the old lady.."take this, its your favourite.."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-left: 15px; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Looking at this, the lawyer thought maybe theres still a chance, but the wife was frowning when she answer.."&lt;br /&gt;This is always the problem, you always think so highly of yourself, never thought about how I feel, dont you know that i hate drumsticks?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-left: 15px; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Little did she know that, over the years, the husband have been trying all ways to please her, little did she know that drumsticks was the husband's favourite. Little did he know that she never thought he understand her at all, little did he know that she hates drummsticks even though all he wants is the best for her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-left: 15px; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 12px; "&gt;That night, both of them couldnt sleep, toss and turn, toss and turn...after hours, the old man couldnt take it anymore, he knows that he still loves her, and he cant carry on life without her, he wants her back, he wants to tell her, he is sorry, he wanted to tell her "i love you"...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-left: 15px; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 12px; "&gt;He picks up the phone, starting dialing her number....ringing never stops..he never stop dialing....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-left: 15px; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 12px; "&gt;On the other side, she was sad, she couldn’t understand how come after all these years, he still doesnt understand her at all, she loves him a lot, but she just cant take it anymore....phone's ringing, she refuses to answer knowing that its him..."whats the point of talking now that its over...i have ask for it and now i wanna keep it this way, if not i will lose face.."she thought...still ringing...she have decided to pull out the cord...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-left: 15px; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Little did she remember, he have heart problems...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-left: 15px; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 12px; "&gt;The next day, she received news that he had passed away...she rushed down to his apartment, saw his body, lying on the couch still holding on to the phone...he had a heart attack when he was still trying to get through her phone line....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-left: 15px; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 12px; "&gt;As sad as she could be...she will have to clear his belongings...when she was looking thru the drawers, she saw this insurance policy, dated from the day they got married, with the beneficiary being her... And together in those file, there was this note...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-left: 15px; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 12px; "&gt;"To my dearest wife, by the time you're reading this, I'm sure I'm no longer around, I bought this policy for you, though the amount is only $100k, I hope it will be able to help me continue my promise that i have made when we got married, I might not be around anymore, I want this amount of money to continue taking care of you, just like the way I will if I could have live longer. I want you to know Iwill always be around, by your side... I love you"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-left: 15px; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Tears flowed like river......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-left: 15px; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 12px; "&gt;"When you love someone, let them know... You never know what will happen the next minute.... Learn to build a life together.. Learn to love each other. For who they are.. not what they are..."&lt;/p&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/4357853849628382214-296367385669916268?l=sansan1313.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am going out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Then old Mrs. Rabbit took a basket and her umbrella, and went through the wood to the baker's. She bought a loaf of brown bread and five currant buns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail, who were good little bunnies, went down the lane to gather blackberries;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;But Peter, who was very naughty, ran straight away to Mr. McGregor's garden, and squeezed under the gate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;First he ate some lettuces and some French beans; and then he ate some radishes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;And then, feeling rather sick, he went to look for some parsley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;But round the end of a cucumber frame, whom should he meet but Mr. McGregor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Mr. McGregor was on his hands and knees planting out young cabbages, but he jumped up and ran after Peter, waving a rake and calling out, "Stop thief."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Peter was most dreadfully frightened; he rushed all over the garden, for he had forgotten the way back to the gate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;He lost one of his shoes among the cabbages, and the other shoe amongst the potatoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;After losing them, he ran on four legs and went faster, so that I think he might have got away altogether if he had not unfortunately run into a gooseberry net, and got caught by the large buttons on his jacket. It was a blue jacket with brass buttons, quite new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Peter gave himself up for lost, and shed big tears; but his sobs were overheard by some friendly sparrows, who flew to him in great excitement, and implored him to exert himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Mr. McGregor came up with a sieve, which he intended to pop upon the top of Peter; but Peter wriggled out just in time, leaving his jacket behind him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;And rushed into the tool shed, and jumped into a can. It would have been a beautiful thing to hide in, if it had not had so much water in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Mr. McGregor was quite sure that Peter was somewhere in the tool shed, perhaps hidden underneath a flower-pot. He began to turn them over carefully, looking under each.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Presently Peter sneezed-- "Kertyschoo!" Mr. McGregor was after him in no time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;And tried to put his foot upon Peter, who jumped out of a window, upsetting three plants. The window was too small for Mr. McGregor, and he was tired of running after Peter. He went back to his work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Peter sat down to rest; he was out of breath and trembling with fright, and he had not the least idea which way to go. Also he was very damp with sitting in that can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;After a time he began to wander about, going lippity--lippity--not very fast, and looking all around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;He found a door in a wall; but it was locked, and there was no room for a fat little rabbit to squeeze underneath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;An old mouse was running in and out over the stone doorstep, carrying peas and beans to her family in the wood. Peter asked her the way to the gate, but she had such a large pea in her mouth that she could not answer. She only shook her head at him. Peter began to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Then he tried to find his way straight across the garden, but he became more and more puzzled. Presently, he came to a pond where Mr. McGregor filled his water-cans. A white cat was staring at some goldfish; she sat very, very still, but now and then the tip of her tail twitched as if it were alive. Peter thought it best to go away without speaking to her; he has heard about cats from his cousin, little Benjamin Bunny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;He went back towards the tool shed, but suddenly, quite close to him, he heard the noise of a hoe--scr-r-ritch, scratch, scratch, scritch. Peter scuttered underneath the bushes. But presently, as nothing happened, he came out, and climbed upon a wheelbarrow, and peeped over. The first thing he saw was Mr. McGregor hoeing onions. His back was turned towards Peter, and beyond him was the gate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Peter got down very quietly off the wheelbarrow, and started running as fast as he could go, along a straight walk behind some black-currant bushes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Mr. McGregor caught sight of him at the corner, but Peter did not care. He slipped underneath the gate, and was safe at last in the wood outside the garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Mr. McGregor hung up the little jacket and the shoes for a scare-crow to frighten the blackbirds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Peter never stopped running or looked behind him till he got home to the big fir-tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;He was so tired that he flopped down upon the nice soft sand on the floor of the rabbit-hole, and shut his eyes. His mother was busy cooking; she wondered what he had done with his clothes. It was the second little jacket and pair of shoes that Peter had lost in a fortnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;I am sorry to say that Peter was not very well during the evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;His mother put him to bed, and made some camomile tea; and she gave a dose of it to Peter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;"One table-spoonful to be taken at bed-time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;But Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail had bread and milk and blackberries for supper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;THE END&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/4357853849628382214-2530972148761288175?l=sansan1313.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Life is more than what you see Now!</title><content type="html">Thought of sharing it as it is wise to know why we living our lives or how we should be LIVING our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Written by Regina Brett, 90 years old, of the Plain Dealer, Cleveland , Ohio .&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me. It is the most requested column I've ever written.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My odometer rolled over to 90 in August, so here is the column once more:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents will. Stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5. Pay off your credit cards every month.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8. It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;11. Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;12. It's OK to let your children see you cry.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;13. Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don't worry; God never blinks.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;16. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;17. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;18. Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;19. It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;22. Over prepare, then go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;23. Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;24. The most important sex organ is the brain.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;25. No one is in charge of your happiness but you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words 'In five years, will this matter?'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;27. Always choose life.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;28. Forgive everyone everything.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;29. What other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;32. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;33. Believe in miracles.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;35. Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;36. Growing old beats the alternative -- dying young.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;37. Your children get only one childhood.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;38. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;41. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;42. The best is yet to come...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;43. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;44. Yield.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;45. Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift."﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357853849628382214-4863572924773623771?l=sansan1313.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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How could any habit be worth this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, most smokers do understand. They also understand the huge financial toll of smoking, with a pack of 20 cigarettes costing RM 9 in some areas.Then why do millions still smoke? In good part, because the nicotine in cigarettes is highly addictive. In good part, because smoking provides psychological comfort to some people. Perhaps most of all, because quitting smoking is so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Researchers and businesses have responded strongly to the last point. Never have there been so many tools, systems, and programs available for quitting smoking. And with every month that passes, there is more research showing the benefits of quitting, and the drawbacks of not quitting. So if you smoke, consider again whether it is time, finally, to quit. If yes, you'll need to think through the best approach, perhaps working with your doctor or an expert. But the following 25 tips will help you succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514836262509535842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZtkncrCAXk/TIiiXKVS4mI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/suv8QUJpbGc/s320/stop-smoking-cigarettes-af.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Make an honest list of all the things you like about smoking. Draw a line down the center of a piece of paper and write them on one side; on the other side make a list of all the things you dislike, such as how it can interfere with your health, work, family, etc. If you are brave enough, get feedback from family and friends about things they don't like about your use of cigarettes. When the negative side outweighs the positive side, you are ready to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Then make another list of why quitting won't be easy. Be thorough, even if the list gets long and discouraging. Here's the important part: Next to each entry, list one or more options for overcoming that challenge. For instance, one item might be: "Nicotine is an addictive drug." Your option might be: "Try a nicotine replacement alternative." Another reason might be: "Smoking helps me deal with stress." Your option might be: "Take five-minute walks instead." The more you anticipate the challenges to quitting, and their solutions, the better your chance of success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Set a quit date and write a "quit date contract" that includes your signature and that of a supportive witness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Write all your reasons for quitting on an index card and keep it near you at all times. Here are some to get you started: "My daughter, my granddaughter, my husband, my wife..." You get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. As you're getting ready to quit, stop buying cartons of cigarettes. Instead, only buy a pack at a time, and only carry two or three with you at a time (try putting them in an Altoids tin). Eventually you'll find that when you want a smoke, you won't have any immediately available. That will slowly wean you down to fewer cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Keep a list of when you smoke, what you're doing at the time, and how bad the craving is for a week before quitting to see if specific times of the day or activities increase your cravings, suggests Gaylene Mooney, chair of the American Association for Respiratory Care's Subcommittee on Smoking and Tobacco-Related Issues. Then arrange fun, unique things to do during those times, like some of the ones we recommend here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Prepare a list of things to do when a craving hits. Suggestions include: take a walk, drink a glass of water, kiss your partner or child, throw the ball for the dog, wash the car, clean out a cupboard or closet, have sex, chew a piece of gum, wash your face, brush your teeth, take a nap, get a cup of coffee or tea, practice your deep breathing, light a candle. Make copies of the list and keep one with you at all times so when the craving hits, you can whip out the list and&lt;br /&gt;quickly do something from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When your quit date arrives, throw out anything that reminds you of smoking. That includes all smoking paraphernalia -- leftover cigarettes, matches, lighters, ashtrays, cigarette holders, even the lighter in your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Instead of a cigarette break at work, play a game of solitaire on your computer. It takes about the same time and is much more fun (although, like cigarettes, it can get addictive). If your company prohibits games like that, find another five- minute diversion: a phone call, a stroll, or eating a piece of fruit outdoors (but not where smokers congregate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Switch to a cup of herbal tea whenever you usually have a cigarette. That might be at breakfast, midmorning, or after meals. The act of brewing the tea and slowly sipping it as it cools will provide the same stress relief as a hit of nicotine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Switch your cigarette habit for a nut habit -- four nuts in their shell for every cigarette you want to smoke. This way, you're using your hands and your mouth, getting the same physical and oral sensations you get from smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Carry some cinnamon-flavored toothpicks with you. Suck on one whenever a cig craving hits.&lt;br /&gt;13. Make an appointment with an acupuncturist. There's some evidence that auricular acupuncture (i.e., needles in the ears) curbs cigarette cravings quite successfullyYou can even do it yourself by taping "seeds" (small beads) onto the acupuncture points and squeezing them whenever cravings arise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Swing by the health food store for some Avena sativa (oat) extract. One study found that, taken at 1 milliliters four times daily, it helped habitual tobacco smokers significantly decrease the number of cigarettes they smoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Think of difficult things you have done in the past. Ask people who know you well to remind you of challenges you have successfully overcome. This will give you the necessary self-confidence to stick with your pledge not to smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. To minimize cravings, change your routine. Sit in a different chair at breakfast or take a different route to work. If you usually have a drink and cigarette after work, change that to a walk. If you're used to a smoke with your morning coffee, switch to tea, or stop at Starbucks for a cup of java -- the chain is smoke-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Tell your friends, coworkers, boss, partner, kids, etc., how you feel about situations instead of bottling up your emotions. If something makes you angry, express it instead of smothering it with cigarette smoke. If you're bored, admit to yourself that you're bored and find something energetic to do instead of lighting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you relapse, just start again. You haven't failed. Some people have to quit as many as eight times before they are successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Put all the money you're saving on cigarettes in a large glass jar. You want to physically see how much you've been spending. Earmark that money for something you've always dreamed of doing, but never thought you could afford, be it a first-class ticket to visit an old college friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Switch to decaf until you've been cigarette-free for two months. Too much caffeine while quitting can cause the jitters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Create a smoke-free zone. Don't allow anyone to use tobacco in your home, car, or even while sitting next to you in a restaurant. Make actual "No Smoking" signs and hang them around your house and in your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Find a healthy snack food you can keep with you and use in place of cigarettes to quench that urge for oral gratification. For instance, try pistachio nuts, sunflower seeds, sugarless lollipops or gum, carrot or celery sticks. The last ones are best if you are concerned about weight gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Picture yourself playing tennis. Or go play tennis. British researchers found volunteers trying to quit smoking were better able to ignore their urges to smoke when they were told to visualize a tennis match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Quit when you're in a good mood. Studies find that you're less likely to be a successful quitter if you quit when you're depressed or under a great deal of stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Post this list in a visible location in your house. Whenever you're tempted to light up, take a look at all the ways smoking can damage your health:&lt;br /&gt;•Increases risk of lung, bladder, pancreatic, mouth, esophageal,other cancers, including leukemia &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;•Reduces fertility&lt;br /&gt;•Contributes to thin bones&lt;br /&gt;•Affects mental capacity and memory&lt;br /&gt;•Reduces levels of folate, low levels of which can increase the risk of heart disease, depression, and Alzheimer's disease&lt;br /&gt;•Increases likelihood of impotence&lt;br /&gt;•Affects ability to smell and taste&lt;br /&gt;•Results in low-birth-weight, premature babies&lt;br /&gt;•Increases risk of depression in adolescents&lt;br /&gt;•Increases risk of heart disease, stroke, high blood pressure&lt;br /&gt;•Increases risk of diabetes&lt;br /&gt;•Increases your child's risk of obesity and diabetes later in life if you smoked while pregnant&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357853849628382214-1258198778013080579?l=sansan1313.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Especially since you're the one who set them up in the first place. After all, just because the two of you didn't work out doesn't mean he shouldn't find happiness with someone else. On the flip side, if he happened to know someone who might just be your soul mate, you're sure he'd do the same for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;You feel no urgent need to return his phone calls, texts and emails.&lt;/strong&gt; Because he no longer holds the number one spot in your heart. And it's not as if he's going to see the error of his ways simply because you're prompt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;You are interested in other men.&lt;/strong&gt; When you and your ex first broke up, you hit the bar scene in earnest with your best gal pals, but your heart just wasn't it, no matter how many jolly rancher shots they plied you with. But just the other day, that sexy bartender smiled at you, and you experienced a moment of zing! And yesterday evening, you brushed shoulders with Mr. Tall, Dark, &amp;amp; Handsome as you were picking up your kids from school, and your stomach did flip-flops. It looks like you're ready to date again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;You now realize that a lot of his personality "quirks" were really annoying or lame.&lt;/strong&gt; Like the fact that he was a compulsive liar. Or the fact that he constantly preened in front of the full-length mirror, making it really difficult for you to get dressed in the morning. If you're done seeing him through rose-colored glasses, you're over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;You consider your relationship a learning experience.&lt;/strong&gt; When you think back on the happy memories the two of you created together, you can't help but smile. Yes there were serious problems, but now, thank your lucky stars, you know what to look out for in the future. And that awful angst you experienced during your breakup and subsequent mourning period? It only made you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;You no longer blame him for everything. &lt;/strong&gt;In the past, the bitterness you experienced due to your breakup caused you to inject spiteful comments about him into every conversation, in a Tourette's-like stream. Thank god that's over and done with.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514824399461390882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZtkncrCAXk/TIiXkpCNmiI/AAAAAAAAAXI/DR5K3p5dFLg/s320/enjoy-life-wallpaper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;When you meet a new guy, you don't automatically compare him to your ex.&lt;/strong&gt; Not only that, but you're not even tempted to bring him up on your first date. Instead, you're truly interested in learning more about this new guy's life and, when asked about your own, are able to present yourself as a woman with hobbies and interests separate from those you shared with your old S.O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;You think of yourself as a single person...not as someone who's just gotten out of a relationship.&lt;/strong&gt; You've wallowed in self-pity for long enough, and are again ready to embrace the fun, adventure and boundless possibilities inherent in singledom. If you're excited to be single, you've put Mr. Past where he belongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;You truly feel that the relationship wasn't meant to be.&lt;/strong&gt; And that you're that much closer to finding the one you are supposed to be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;You try to think of his middle name or phone number and can't recall it. &lt;/strong&gt;Congratulations! The unnecessary detritus from your time together has been officially flushed from your system! Now go out and find someone who doesn't give you chronic migraines. Or just take it easy and spend some quality time with someone super-important: You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357853849628382214-3114028459160301936?l=sansan1313.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We're not suggesting that you can reach a permanent state called "happiness" and remain there. But there are many ways to swerve off the path of anxiety, anger, frustration, and sadness into a state of happiness once or even several times throughout the day. Here are 20 ideas to get you started. Choose the ones that work for you. If tuning out the news or making lists will serve only to stress you further, try another approach. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514820244528152722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZtkncrCAXk/TIiTyys7wJI/AAAAAAAAAW4/0-Of0QiVabg/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Practice mindfulness.&lt;/strong&gt; Be in the moment. Instead of worrying about your checkup tomorrow while you have dinner with your family, focus on the here and now -- the food, the company, the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Laugh out loud.&lt;/strong&gt; Just anticipating a happy, funny event can raise levels of endorphins and other pleasure-inducing hormones and lower production of stress hormones. Researchers at the University of California, Irvine, tested 16 men who all agreed they thought a certain videotape was funny. Half were told three days in advance they would watch it. They started experiencing biological changes right away. When they actually watched the video, their levels of stress hormones dropped significantly, while their endorphin levels rose 27 percent and their growth hormone levels (indicating benefit to the immune system) rose 87 percent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Go to sleep. &lt;/strong&gt;We have become a nation of sleep-deprived citizens. Taking a daily nap or getting into bed at 8 p.m. one night with a good book -- and turning the light out an hour later -- can do more for your mood and outlook on life than any number of bubble baths or massages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;strong&gt; Hum along.&lt;/strong&gt; Music soothes more than the savage beast. Studies find music activates parts of the brain that produce happiness -- the same parts activated by food or sex. It's also relaxing. In one study older adults who listened to their choice of music during outpatient eye surgery had significantly lower heart rates, blood pressure, and cardiac workload (that is, their heart didn't have to work as hard) as those who had silent surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Declutter. &lt;/strong&gt;It's nearly impossible to meditate, breathe deeply, or simply relax when every surface is covered with papers and bills and magazines, your cabinets bulge, and you haven't balanced your checkbook in six months. Plus, the repetitive nature of certain cleaning tasks -- such as sweeping, wiping, and scrubbing -- can be meditative in and of itself if you focus on what you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Just say no.&lt;/strong&gt; Eliminate activities that aren't necessary and that you don't enjoy. If there are enough people already to handle the church bazaar and you're feeling stressed by the thought of running the committee for yet another year, step down and let someone else handle things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Make a list. &lt;/strong&gt;There's nothing like writing down your tasks to help you organize your thoughts and calm your anxiety. Checking off each item provides a great sense of fulfillment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Do one thing at a time.&lt;/strong&gt; Edward Suarez, Ph.D., associate professor of medical psychology at Duke, found that people who multitask are more likely to have high blood pressure. Take that finding to heart. Instead of talking on the phone while you fold laundry or clean the kitchen, sit down in a comfortable chair and turn your entire attention over to the conversation. Instead of checking e-mail as you work on other projects, turn off your e-mail function until you finish the report you're writing. This is similar to the concept of mindfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Garden.&lt;/strong&gt; Not only will the fresh air and exercise provide their own stress reduction and feeling of well-being, but the sense of accomplishment that comes from clearing a weedy patch, watching seeds turn into flowers, or pruning out dead wood will last for hours, if not days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Tune out the news.&lt;/strong&gt; For one week go without reading the newspaper, watching the news, or scanning the headlines online. 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZtkncrCAXk/THDKSetPdOI/AAAAAAAAAVg/bS4gYtNeQb4/s1600/11549_193780442179_720827179_2924191_5652923_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508124763103392994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZtkncrCAXk/THDKSetPdOI/AAAAAAAAAVg/bS4gYtNeQb4/s200/11549_193780442179_720827179_2924191_5652923_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZtkncrCAXk/THDKEMZgtFI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/0OLvS0877BU/s1600/11549_193754062179_720827179_2924038_244605_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508124517670630482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZtkncrCAXk/THDKEMZgtFI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/0OLvS0877BU/s200/11549_193754062179_720827179_2924038_244605_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508125404663902290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZtkncrCAXk/THDK30tL8FI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ySkJKXtRBrE/s200/4651_90986367179_720827179_1856338_2791690_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2010 - March - I changed my look,went to cut my hair short. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZtkncrCAXk/THDLMo5CveI/AAAAAAAAAVw/CnjZEyWaeck/s1600/24564_382296757179_720827179_3640009_3096071_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508125762269658594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZtkncrCAXk/THDLMo5CveI/AAAAAAAAAVw/CnjZEyWaeck/s200/24564_382296757179_720827179_3640009_3096071_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZtkncrCAXk/THDMeHTBoeI/AAAAAAAAAWA/hgNPnPyQHKg/s1600/24564_382296777179_720827179_3640011_3926972_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508127162001105378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZtkncrCAXk/THDMeHTBoeI/AAAAAAAAAWA/hgNPnPyQHKg/s200/24564_382296777179_720827179_3640011_3926972_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508126051223351122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZtkncrCAXk/THDLddU-L1I/AAAAAAAAAV4/luxhmgkWG4A/s200/38023_424869272179_720827179_4631197_3954762_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2010 - August -I changed my look again, be a model for a hair show.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZtkncrCAXk/THDN9XB8jXI/AAAAAAAAAWg/_9RJ5cJ7Thk/s1600/41250_430996502179_720827179_4778298_4646586_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508128798312009074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZtkncrCAXk/THDN9XB8jXI/AAAAAAAAAWg/_9RJ5cJ7Thk/s320/41250_430996502179_720827179_4778298_4646586_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508128593981620210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZtkncrCAXk/THDNxd1yP_I/AAAAAAAAAWY/91LO7_xa3Eg/s320/45777_430996197179_720827179_4778288_2704488_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2010 - September - I'm going to cut my hair shorter and dye my hair again...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stay Tuned!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357853849628382214-1171732721619247677?l=sansan1313.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A love story for this day is about the 7th  daughter of Emperor of Heaven and an orphaned cowherd. The Emperor  separated them. The 7th daughter was forced to move to the star Vega and  the cowherd moved to the star Altair. They are allowed to meet only  once a year on the day of 7th day of 7th lunar month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The story began from the good-looking poor orphaned boy living with  his elder brother and sister-in-law. After his parents past away, his  brother inherited the house and the land. The boy owned an old ox. He  needed to work on the farm's field with the ox everyday. So he was  called a cowherd. His daily life was just like in a Cinderella story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The 7th daughter of Emperor is good at handcrafting, especially  weaving clothing. So she was called a Weaving Maid. The Emperor likes  her skill to weave clouds and rainbows to beautify the world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The ox was actually an immortal from the Heaven. He made mistakes in  the Heaven and was punished as an ox in the Earth. One day, the ox  suddenly said to the cowherd, "You are a nice person. If you want to get  married, go to the brook and your wish will be come true."   The cowherd went to the brook and saw all 7 pretty daughters of Emperor  came down from Heaven and took a bath in there. Fascinated by the  youngest and also the most beautiful one, he took away her fairy clothes  secretly. The other six fairies went away after bath. The youngest  couldn't fly back without her fairy clothes. Then the cowherd appeared  and told her that he would not return her clothes unless she promised to  be his wife. After a little hesitation and with a mixture of shyness  and eagerness, she agreed to the request from this handsome man. So they  married and had two children two years later. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One day, the old ox was dying and told the cowherd that he should keep his hide for emergency purpose.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZtkncrCAXk/TGjEq4WNfFI/AAAAAAAAAUo/F0YoHmDqJGc/s1600/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZtkncrCAXk/TGjEq4WNfFI/AAAAAAAAAUo/F0YoHmDqJGc/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505866785419525202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Emperor found the sky's not that beautiful as before without the  7th daughter weaving clouds and rainbows. He wanted his daughter's  grandmother to find the missing daughter and to bring her back. . While  the 7th princess was flying to the Heaven with her grandmother, the  cowboy wore the ox hide, took his children in two bamboo baskets with  his wife's old fairy clothes and chased after his wife in the sky. The  grandmother made a milky way in the sky with her hairpin, which kept  them separated. The 7th princess was moved to the star Vega (The  swooping - Eagle) in the Lyra (Harp) constellation. And the cowherd with  his two children stayed in the star Altair (Flying one) in the Aquila  (Eagle) constellation. The star of Vega is also known as the Weaving  Maid Star and the star of Altair is as the Cowherd Star in China.&lt;/p&gt;Magpies were moved by their true love and many of them gathered and  formed a bridge for the couple to meet in the evening of the 7th day of  the 7th lunar month, which is the day the Emperor allowed them to meet  once a year. &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They said that it's hard to find a magpie on Chinese Valentine's  Day in China, because all magpies fly to make the bridge for the Weaving  Maid and Cowherd. The one thing to prove that is the feathers on the  head of the magpies are much lesser after the Chinese Valentine's Day.  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I love Beach..when i saw Krabi's photo, i thought the photo was fake and edited, because the sea was clean and blue extremely. Some more the rock amazing. Krabi is a place good for relax and enjoy. This is a paradise! So,friends! Come and plain this trip together!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZtkncrCAXk/TGIl0DbmxLI/AAAAAAAAATw/ZGj7m0vsQ58/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZtkncrCAXk/TGIl0DbmxLI/AAAAAAAAATw/ZGj7m0vsQ58/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504003270804686002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's looks a edited photo,rite?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZtkncrCAXk/TGImEKBU3fI/AAAAAAAAAT4/pGUD43iBJFI/s1600/2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZtkncrCAXk/TGImEKBU3fI/AAAAAAAAAT4/pGUD43iBJFI/s320/2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504003547451416050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the sea! It is extreme clean..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZtkncrCAXk/TGImYHprJjI/AAAAAAAAAUI/y5mVbixP5CU/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 155px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZtkncrCAXk/TGImYHprJjI/AAAAAAAAAUI/y5mVbixP5CU/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504003890412725810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love Beach!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZtkncrCAXk/TGImjWVZZSI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/o9C0p1B7WQg/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZtkncrCAXk/TGImjWVZZSI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/o9C0p1B7WQg/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504004083332769058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at the rock!!! It is amazing!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZtkncrCAXk/TGImvBfO82I/AAAAAAAAAUY/ujKvJqsrPSI/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 155px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UZtkncrCAXk/TGImvBfO82I/AAAAAAAAAUY/ujKvJqsrPSI/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504004283895313250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope can swim like them...I love Beach &amp;amp; Sea extremely!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357853849628382214-7334247272433987026?l=sansan1313.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have a beloved childhood's teddy bear, where I always bring it along. I remember once, I left the  teddy bear in my grandmother's house, i cried all the night and my father sent me to grandmother's house to get back my teddy bear. Of course, I was happy to got back my teddy bear, but my father and grandmother don't have a nice sleep on that night. . Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my first time away from home to work in Kuala Lumpur, staying with my relatives, I have brought few teddy bear along. My uncle asked: "Why come to work also with some teddy bear?" At that time, I really do not know how to answer, I just  can not sleep well without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, I was brought with some teddy bears to Malacca to study. At that time, mother and grandmother said: "Are you going to study? Why go with teddy bear? Feel like you are moving to Malacca..." Any friends came to my room would be very surprised that why my room has so many teddy bears, they always said: "Esther, I really did not expect you have so much teddy bear in your room ! This bed for teddy bears to sleep or for me?How you gonna sleep with so many teddy bears on the small bed?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZtkncrCAXk/TFbx7_D4dmI/AAAAAAAAATI/iN2TUJ8hlnc/s1600/lovely+lace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZtkncrCAXk/TFbx7_D4dmI/AAAAAAAAATI/iN2TUJ8hlnc/s320/lovely+lace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500850007721932386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Why I always bring with my teddy bears to outside ?&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the teddy bear was brought from my house, and all have the home sweet home feeling, such like my family supporting me. When i feel frustrated, I always hold my teddy bear, hold it very tight. . . Because when I holding my teddy bear, i feel home sweet home, feel the support of my family. When homesick, I will hold tight my teddy bear. . . Just hold them, I felt very safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teddy bear for me, is home sweet home, a family support, a spiritual pillar. . . Because of them I do not feel lonely. So, I always bring the teddy bears to outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4357853849628382214-3496596787964992974?l=sansan1313.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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For those people who treat you bad, please do not mind so much in your life. Remember, No one is obligated to treat you well, but your family. In addition for those people who treat you good, you must cherish gratitude but please don't forget to put the precaution against on him, because everyone doing everything ,there is always have the reason. He/ She say "Hi", not really because she/he like you. So you have to figured out and do not too fast to take each other as true friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.No one is irreplaceable, there is nothing we must have. May be you lose your love or something no longer to be with you, but You'll understand that is not a big deal after you go through or seen through this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Life is short. Today you are wasting your life, but you'll find that your life is far away from you tomorrow. Therefore, we appreciate and understand the value of life that's mean you have more time to enjoy the life. Instead we hoping for longevity, it is better we enjoy our life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;span id="result_box" class="long_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="（四）世界上並沒有最愛這回事，愛情只是一種霎時的感覺，而這感覺絕對會隨時日、心境而改變。" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;In  the world does not love such thing, love is just a sense of instant,  and this will definitely change of mind in anytime or any day. If your beloved leave you, please be patient and let the time to abstersion slowly, making your mind slowly settling it and your pain will gradually weaken. Remember, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="long_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="不要過分憧憬愛情的美，不要過分誇大失戀的悲。" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;Do not over look forward to the beauty of love, do not over-exaggerate the sadness of lost love. Love is love, there is no regret or not regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="long_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="不要過分憧憬愛情的美，不要過分誇大失戀的悲。" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="long_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="不要過分憧憬愛情的美，不要過分誇大失戀的悲。" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;5.Although a lot of successful people have not accept the higher education, but it does not mean you does not study hard to be success. The knowledge that you having is your powerful weapon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="long_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="不要過分憧憬愛情的美，不要過分誇大失戀的悲。" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="long_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="不要過分憧憬愛情的美，不要過分誇大失戀的悲。" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;6. Your parent will not ask you to support the second half lifetime, in the same way, they will not support your half lifetime too. When you grow up to be independent, your parent responsibility has ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="long_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="不要過分憧憬愛情的美，不要過分誇大失戀的悲。" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="long_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="不要過分憧憬愛情的美，不要過分誇大失戀的悲。" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;7. You can ask for your credit, but you can not ask for other keep the faith. You can ask yourself to treat people good, but you can not expect people to treat you good. You treat people well doesn't mean people will treat you good. If you can not understand this point, you are just making some unnecessary trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="long_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="不要過分憧憬愛情的美，不要過分誇大失戀的悲。" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="long_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="不要過分憧憬愛情的美，不要過分誇大失戀的悲。" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;8. Who want to be rich,must work hard. There is no free lunch in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="long_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="不要過分憧憬愛情的美，不要過分誇大失戀的悲。" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="long_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="不要過分憧憬愛情的美，不要過分誇大失戀的悲。" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;9. No matter how long get along with you in this life, there is only one of the fate. So please cherish the time because no matter love or not love there is do not get the second chance in next life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="long_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="不要過分憧憬愛情的美，不要過分誇大失戀的悲。" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;&lt;/span&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/4357853849628382214-5937482642484130776?l=sansan1313.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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