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they were my hope for the year 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I am going to polish and shine them up to face the ordeal of the coming public examination.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slowly opened my mouth and stated my expectations from them, my requirements from them, my commitments and promises to them, and how together we could create a better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not a very good opening speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was definitely one that was sincere and true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has put me here this year for a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all that is required of me I will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come 2010 with the new beginning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready and waiting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled at my students and... they smiled back at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="padding:10px; 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Most of the buses were fully packed with 70-80 people day and night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company was doing well and expanding fast, taking over other bus company and new bus routes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could still remember how the bus conductor charged everyone in the bus according to their heights, which always put me in the disadvantage.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the bus company prospered, special monthly bus fare for students and old folks was introduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the good news was that there were always enough buses around to cater for early birds and the midnight movie goers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus transport company had really done a great service to the people in the city and the nearby districts and towns....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During its prime, it had more than 120 buses and provided jobs for more than 200 workers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today there are only 60 workers, majority of which are in their 40s and 60s, and the oldest is already in his 80s....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the saying goes, things don't always stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the economy of the country booms, more people could afford to buy cars and motorbikes, and less people would prefer to use public transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the developmental needs of the rural people required the government authorities to legalize private van transport services to cater for the daily needs and wants of the country people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens next was beyond control....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more private transport services moved freely in the city, districts and towns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Competitions between the bus company and the private transport services became fiercer and tougher....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, the bus company was incurring losses of hundreds of thousands every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to sustain the business, pieces of land and properties had to be sold....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus company held discussions and negotiations with the government authorities to resolve the situation. But no effective measure was taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 10 years, more and more legalized and illegal private transport services abounded everywhere and at every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The board of directors finally came to this decision: The bus company must stop operations.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It was reported in the paper that another bus transport company would take over, to run the city and the international airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can it withstand the onslaughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how about those bus routes that had been abandoned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that another bus service is gone, it leaves us with much feeling of hopelessness and frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the bus service be gone forever from this country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="padding:10px; border: 0px none ; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/91/BF396E1D94C8B32E5B1BDEDE96A6FB2C.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3137455852267174093-8636408957674864029?l=mutuallove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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he was very philosophical and had many great ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved to play chinese chess with him, only to realize he was cooler and wiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he told me that he had stomach ulcer because of his gastric problems during his school days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he had taught as a temporary teacher for many years to finance his monthly medication....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came his fiancee teaching in the same school....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to tease him about his relationship... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the unexpected happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His fiancee broke up with him.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me how he had sponsored her in her studies.... shaking his head always with tears swelling on his eyes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long later, his ex-fiancee died of leukemia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......And he ultimately left the school to continue his study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no news about him until few years later when I met him again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....He was teaching in another town......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he came back to my school again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had advanced health and mental problems......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't talk to me much, except an occasional greeting and talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a totally different person......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't teach much and I could see his frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had spent thousands on medication that has side-effects.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But his conditions were getting worse and worse.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he started to skip school and went elsewhere during the school days.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started to do things as he pleased.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had taken a few cars....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he was happily married to a beautiful girl.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he started to wear charms and amulets......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he started to behave weird and crazy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt sorry for him and I followed him a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't remember seeing him after June this year......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the unexpected news came early last month..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had collapsed on the road after shopping in a pharmacy...... Most probably after buying his monthly medical supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was unconscious and someones sent him to a hospital......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He remained in ICU until he passed away.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a sad end of another story of a common man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happens everywhere and every time.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one seems to care or mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only those who are close and familiar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, he was my friend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A respected and dear friend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long my friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="padding:10px; border: 0px none ; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/91/BF396E1D94C8B32E5B1BDEDE96A6FB2C.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3137455852267174093-3453264053865141447?l=mutuallove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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I finally made it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled to myself from ear to ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had learnt something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....... don't panic, it is not the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....... reason well and think through, the problem at hand may not necessarily be difficult or braincracking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....... Try.........no try no gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a journey of discoveries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday has its own thrills, challenges, and rewards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may wait til you are older and readier.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....or you may always rely on others to help you and make money from you.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... or you may just read more resounces and tips.... try and try and try.... somehow somewhere there maybe a good solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computers may crash, people may die, relationships may fall apart..... but don't make them a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...... enjoy life and enjoy solving problems in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...... live to the fullest and put the past behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, if the problem is beyond our capability and control, then we have to seek for professionals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, problem is not problem if we are willing and ready to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile to myself :) ..... now that my computer is alive and well.... :) .... and new :)........  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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CM_PcRl5-Q/SozGkd-xqUI/AAAAAAAAC7U/Io0mFTzmmNA/s400/smiling+asian+children-700x298.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371886785371679042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Smiling can make us look younger and more attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our smile is always the first thing people take notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling can change our mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling can boost our confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile can always brighten our darkest day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling can be contagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we smile, we help to change the moods of others, and make them happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A warm and genuine smile can go a long way in making all of us happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling can relieves stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling helps to prevent us from looking tired, worn down, and overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling helps our immune system to work better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we smile, our immune function will improve because we are more relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile can make us live longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling reduces our blood pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A healthy smile can last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling can make us more successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling makes us more confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are more likely to be promoted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are more likely to be approached at meetings and appointments and people will react to us differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling can help us to stay positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bright and beautiful smile may land us the job we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let us remember to smile more often....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, when we smile, the whole world will be smiling with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait for others to smile at us first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us start by smiling at them first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, a smile can change lives, alter situations, calm us down, and break down walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile can make a tremendous  impact both on our personal and professional relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile can even have a positive effect on bullies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us smile more often, and live a better day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; 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Sometimes it seem impossible, as my thoughts are carried away by so many considerations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try not to write with the intention to hurt others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself that if I can't find something edifying and constructive to others, then I don't write. The world has enough troubles and ugliness of its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in building up people and communities, not tearing down people and institutions with our ideologies, strong feelings and assertions, or some very serious contemplations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe all of us have the gift to write down all our thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing down my thoughts help to organize my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing down my thoughts help to improve my reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing down my thoughts help me to stand by my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing down my thoughts help me to understand just how insufficient and shallow are my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to read through all the comments in my blogs again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe readers out there are a great help to me to improve on my writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will continue blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging heals my soul when I am downcast and lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging calms my thoughts when I am provoked and get really mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging fills me with strong emotion when there are so much concern and love out there in the bloggersphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging inspires me and fills me with enthusiasm to live positively and productively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, blogging is my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't give up blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; padding: 10px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/91/BF396E1D94C8B32E5B1BDEDE96A6FB2C.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3137455852267174093-8615412148925447863?l=mutuallove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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For some of us, that is our only source of revenue. Some of us do get ourselves involved in many other money making activities. Nevertheless, working with other people has taken up a major portion of our time everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us are unable to meet our ends with our meager salary and ever increasing food prices. And the fact that many of us are thrown out of jobs during the present economic crisis has caused many of us to give up all hope of living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us have put our money in the property markets. We buy shop houses, shop space, or commercial property. We invest in houses, flats, villas and resorts. We collect rentals and charges. We buy and sell properties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But situation changes fast. The economic crisis has adversely affected the business world. Not many are willing to invest in businesses and real estate. Not many want to buy properties. And there are the high operating cost and interest payments on bank loans to look after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us invest most of our money in stock market, commodity market, and foreign exchange market. Market sentiments are really bad and many of us are losing money. We have incurred great loss but too late to get out. We are badly burnt by the markets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want big money but many of us just don't want to work hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen newspaper vendors working hard at 3.00 every morning, distributing newspapers despite the heavy rains and thunderstorms just to make ends meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen vegetable, fruit, fish, and meat hawkers who are smiling away every  evening with their daily sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen food, drink, souvenir, and various retail stalls that never run out of customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are people who desire just to live and feed their family with their own hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are many more among us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, here we are, still not satisfied with what we have and what we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look around and see how so many of the poor are still having a decent living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not that poor. Aren't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't we fare much better than them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; padding: 10px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/91/BF396E1D94C8B32E5B1BDEDE96A6FB2C.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3137455852267174093-3296000426667116647?l=mutuallove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Just how lonely can a loner be?! I start to question myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I start to think about it and let my thoughts flow freely... to this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe Adam was lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God had given him the garden of Eden to cultivate and to take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He must have been happy with his daily workload. Everything thrived and grew well under the most wonderful conditions, by the grace of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He must have been happy with the natural surroundings and the beautiful landscapes. He must have been enjoying the amazing and breathtaking scenery. And his personal experiences  everyday must have given him sweet dreams every night and caused him to chuckle in delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had all the living creatures as his friends and neighbors. He must have taken good care of them and they in turn must have taken good care of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful flowers, plants, and trees must have brighten his days and made him even more optimistic and enthusiastic about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Adam was terribly lonely even with what he had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he made his request known to God the Creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam needed family ties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam needed human relatives and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam needed the humankind for companions and fellowships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam needed the human race community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so God granted Adam's wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave him Eve as his life partner and soul mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God promised to bless him and give him a big family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were to multiply the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the human race evolved and spread across the globe all these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with it came human happiness and sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with it came human culture and civilization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with it came human history and dominance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with it came tender loving care and......loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say loneliness kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so they want to relive the old Adam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They become nature enthusiasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They become animal or plant lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They become outdoor explorers and adventurers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They live a secluded life away from the eyes of the public and the troubles of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they think they will be happy and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are yet another Adam in agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, with so many people around, loneliness needs not kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If no one seems to understand us, learn to show interests to those who need understanding. Sooner or later, there will be mutual understanding and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If no one seems to care about us, learn to show tender loving care to those in need of love. Sooner or later, they will be mutual love and care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If no one seem to want to talk to us, learn to show concerns and interests to those who are in-need of listening ears. Sooner or later, we will be able to make our voice heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If no one want to be with us, learn to be with someone who need our companion and friend. Sooner or later, we will be beaming with smiles and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is common among us to be lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no one needs to be a loner. 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