<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336159656837633057</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:00:11.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Laugh Love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://38livelaughlove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336159656837633057/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://38livelaughlove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>live.laugh.love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01645623954174055214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336159656837633057.post-7247083553662454345</id><published>2009-05-13T23:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:46:49.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>your treasure?</title><content type='html'>what you value most is your treasure.&lt;br /&gt;where you spend your time and your money is your treasure.&lt;br /&gt;whatever dominates your conversation is what you treasure.&lt;br /&gt;what others know you for is a good indication of what your treasure is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most christians are quick to claim that God is their first priority.&lt;br /&gt;yet only their actions reveal that their treasure is not God but things of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some christians find it difficult to discuss their relationship with God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but they can chatter easily about their family, friends, or hobbies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some find it impossible to rise early in order to spend time with God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but they willingly get up at dawn to pursue a hobby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some find it difficult to give an offering to God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but readily spend lavishly on recreation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some are painfully timid in telling others about their Saviour,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but boldly approach strangers to sell a product.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some give hundreds of hours to serve in volunteer organizations,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but they feel they have no time available to serve God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are unsure where your treasure is, examine where you spend your available time n money on.&lt;br /&gt;reflect on what it is you most enjoy thinking about and discussing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask your friends tell you what they think is most important to you.&lt;br /&gt;ask your children to list things most valuable to you.&lt;br /&gt;it may surprise you to know what others  consider to be your treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find it very meaningful n true :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;credits: BPGC devotional book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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treasure?'/><author><name>live.laugh.love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01645623954174055214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336159656837633057.post-6908239511382395512</id><published>2009-05-13T02:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T02:16:59.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lack of updates!</title><content type='html'>sorry for the lack of updates,&lt;br /&gt;as we are having exams currently.&lt;br /&gt;please continue to check in here for the end of the next week.&lt;br /&gt;till then! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336159656837633057-6908239511382395512?l=38livelaughlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336159656837633057.post-499223119360462731</id><published>2009-05-01T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:09:30.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="realText"&gt;&lt;p style="border-left: 1px dotted silver; margin: 0px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;" onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';"&gt;Hilary Duff - Fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-left: 1px dotted silver; margin: 0px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;" onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';"&gt;In a moment everything can change&lt;br /&gt;Feel the wind on your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;For a minute all the world can wait&lt;br /&gt;Let go of your yesterday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-left: 1px dotted silver; margin: 0px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;" onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';"&gt;Can you hear it calling?&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel it in your soul?&lt;br /&gt;Can you trust its longing and take control?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-left: 1px dotted silver; margin: 0px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;" onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly&lt;br /&gt;Open up the part of you that wants to hide away&lt;br /&gt;You can shine&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the reasons why you can't in life&lt;br /&gt;And start to try&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's your time&lt;br /&gt;Time to fly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-left: 1px dotted silver; margin: 0px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;" onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';"&gt;All your worries, leave them somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;Find a dream you can follow&lt;br /&gt;Reach for something when there's nothing else&lt;br /&gt;And the world's feeling hollow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-left: 1px dotted silver; margin: 0px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;" onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';"&gt;Can you hear it calling?&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel it in your soul?&lt;br /&gt;Can you trust its longing and take control?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-left: 1px dotted silver; margin: 0px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;" onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly&lt;br /&gt;Open up the part of you that wants to hide away&lt;br /&gt;You can shine&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the reasons why you can't in life&lt;br /&gt;And start to try&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's your time&lt;br /&gt;Time to fly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-left: 1px dotted silver; margin: 0px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;" onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';"&gt;And when you're down and feel alone,&lt;br /&gt;Just want to run away&lt;br /&gt;Trust yourself and don't give up&lt;br /&gt;You know you better than anyone else&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-left: 1px dotted silver; margin: 0px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;" onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';"&gt;In a moment everything can change&lt;br /&gt;Feel the wind on your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;For a minute all the world can wait&lt;br /&gt;Let go of yesterday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-left: 1px dotted silver; margin: 0px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: arial;" onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly&lt;br /&gt;Open up the part of you that wants to hide away&lt;br /&gt;You can shine&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the reasons why you can't in life&lt;br /&gt;And start to try&lt;br /&gt;Fly&lt;br /&gt;forget about the reasons why you can't in life&lt;br /&gt;And start to try&lt;br /&gt;'cause it's your time&lt;br /&gt;time to fly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-left: 1px dotted silver; margin: 0px; background: rgb(247, 247, 247) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In a moment, everything can chan&lt;/span&gt;ge\&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-left: 1px dotted silver; margin: 0px; background: rgb(247, 247, 247) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: left;" onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This song is actually sort of like a story if you take a closer look at the lyrics:                 starting from the first part of the song , Hilary tells us that at anytime , anything can change and to let go of the past and continue to the future , and there's a part inside you calling you to let it out . Then the chorus encourages you to let it out , to fly and to shine, to try rather than think of reasons as to why you can't do something . then the second part tells you to keep all your woes away , to find a dream to follow and to reach for something which you think you cannot reach. Towards the end of the song , she tells us to trust and believe ourselves when we're feeling upset or lonely . This catchy tune tells a lot . So! believe in yourself ! let go of all the past grievances and carry on in life ! every day's a better day you just gotta have faith !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-left: 1px dotted silver; margin: 0px; background: rgb(247, 247, 247) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336159656837633057-499223119360462731?l=38livelaughlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://38livelaughlove.blogspot.com/feeds/499223119360462731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336159656837633057&amp;postID=499223119360462731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336159656837633057/posts/default/499223119360462731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336159656837633057/posts/default/499223119360462731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://38livelaughlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/fly.html' title='Fly'/><author><name>live.laugh.love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01645623954174055214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336159656837633057.post-8174323030805728079</id><published>2009-04-17T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T07:33:46.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Susan Boyle @ britains got talent</title><content type='html'>Pause the music at the left side and play this video :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="322"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.40"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=12964979&amp;amp;vid=4863134&amp;amp;lang=en-gb&amp;amp;intl=sg&amp;amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//l.yimg.com/a/p/i/bcst/videosearch/8332/83622614.jpeg&amp;amp;embed=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.40" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#000000" flashvars="id=12964979&amp;amp;vid=4863134&amp;amp;lang=en-gb&amp;amp;intl=sg&amp;amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//l.yimg.com/a/p/i/bcst/videosearch/8332/83622614.jpeg&amp;amp;embed=1" width="512" height="322"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.video.yahoo.com/watch/4863134/12964979"&gt;Susan Boyle on Britains Got Talent 2009!! Incredible Voice!!&lt;/a&gt; @ &lt;a href="http://sg.video.yahoo.com/"&gt;Yahoo! Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, for those who judge a book by its cover,&lt;br /&gt;on your face! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336159656837633057-8174323030805728079?l=38livelaughlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://38livelaughlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8174323030805728079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336159656837633057&amp;postID=8174323030805728079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336159656837633057/posts/default/8174323030805728079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336159656837633057/posts/default/8174323030805728079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://38livelaughlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/susan-boyle-britains-got-talent.html' title='Susan Boyle @ britains got talent'/><author><name>live.laugh.love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01645623954174055214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336159656837633057.post-3611519423821049316</id><published>2009-04-16T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T02:01:13.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 4 wives</title><content type='html'>Hello all,&lt;br /&gt;i know this site has not been updated for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll update it now! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take time to read this.&lt;br /&gt;It is really meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The 4 wives &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a rich merchant who had 4 wives. He loved the 4th wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to delicacies. He took great care of her and gave her nothing but the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also loved the 3rd wife very much. He's very proud of her and always wanted to show off her to his friends. However, the merchant is always in great fear that she might run away with some other men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He too, loved his 2nd wife. She is a very considerate person, always patient and in fact is the merchant's confidante. Whenever the merchant faced some problems, he always turned to his 2nd wife and she would always help him out and tide him through difficult times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the merchant's 1st wife is a very loyal partner and has made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and business as well as taking care of the household. However, the merchant did not love the first wife and although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the merchant fell ill. Before long, he knew that he was going to die soon. He thought of his luxurious life and told himself, "Now I have 4 wives with me. But when I die, I'll be alone. How lonely I'll be!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, he asked the 4th wife, "I loved you most, endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?" "No way!" replied the 4th wife and she walked away without another word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer cut like a sharp knife right into the merchant's heart. The sad merchant then asked the 3rd wife, "I have loved you so much for all my life. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?" "No!" replied the 3rd wife. "Life is so good over here! I'm going to remarry when you die!" The merchant's heart sank and turned cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then asked the 2nd wife, "I always turned to you for help and you've always helped me out. Now I need your help again. When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?" "I'm sorry, I can't help you out this time!" replied the 2nd wife. "At the very most, I can only send you to your grave." The answer came like a bolt of thunder and the merchant was devastated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a voice called out : "I'll leave with you. I'll follow you no matter where you go." The merchant looked up and there was his first wife. She was so skinny, almost like she suffered from malnutrition. Greatly grieved, the merchant said, "I should have taken much better care of you while I could have !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we all have 4 wives in our lives &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The 4th wife is our body&lt;/span&gt;. No matter how much time and effort we lavish in making it look good, it'll leave us when we die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. Our 3rd wife ? &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Our possessions, status and wealth&lt;/span&gt;. When we die, they all go to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. The 2nd wife is our &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;family and friends&lt;/span&gt;. No matter how close they had been there for us when we're alive, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d. The 1st wife is in fact our &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;soul&lt;/span&gt;, often neglected in our pursuit of material, wealth and sensual pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day - On which wife had you spent your most time on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, we dont know what to invest our time on.&lt;br /&gt;time is precious, and are we investing it on the right thing?&lt;br /&gt;is that thing worth your investment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;set your priorities right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: remember to visit this blog everyday! we will update it ASAP. sorry for the lack of updates as we were very busy. lets make the hits high alright? feel free to tag about how you feel after reading. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag more too! make it flood to north pole!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336159656837633057-3611519423821049316?l=38livelaughlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://38livelaughlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3611519423821049316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336159656837633057&amp;postID=3611519423821049316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336159656837633057/posts/default/3611519423821049316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336159656837633057/posts/default/3611519423821049316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://38livelaughlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/4-wives.html' title='The 4 wives'/><author><name>live.laugh.love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01645623954174055214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336159656837633057.post-7880504810152300764</id><published>2009-04-06T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T03:05:20.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn to be. Be glad.</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry there isn't any inspirational stories being posted here.&lt;div&gt;But, something has been always in my mind for quite a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever felt how it feels like when a needle pokes you unexpectedly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you feel painful? A sharp one? Or an ordinary pain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A pain that is so surprising and it feels like a sting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A pain that you couldn't control and explain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When someone makes a mistake or a blunder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great or tiny, it's still a wrong move that the someone has made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a friend, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would you bring that person to the streets where many people are to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;embarrass her? Bring her down to shame?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let everyone know her wrongdoings and everyone starts to judge her?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, let's pretend we have done something wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And your friend whom you loved and respected exposed your foolishness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How would you feel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Compare the pain with a stranger doing that to a FRIEND doing that to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pain has a huge difference right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pain that a friend has brought was just like the ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;sharp stingy pain that the needle has done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody makes mistakes, even I.&lt;div&gt;We're human beings and we sin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do we have to choose to hurt people instead of forgiving them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If he/she didn't own up, it doesn't matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't be ablaze just because you caught that someone and you start criticizing him/her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe you love her and you want her to change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But doing this kind of method is rather too mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speak to him/her, slowly say your thoughts out and try not to use cruel words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgive them for what they have done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because if we criticise, judge and speak rude words,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we're adding salt to him/her wounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be loving and the person will change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time can't be stopped or reversed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words that were said yesterday couldn't be retrieved back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope my post rang a bell in your head/ let you learn or realize something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please continue to support us and daily click our URL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tag us or email to : bowlcut_bobhair@hotmail.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/3336159656837633057-7880504810152300764?l=38livelaughlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://38livelaughlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7880504810152300764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336159656837633057&amp;postID=7880504810152300764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336159656837633057/posts/default/7880504810152300764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336159656837633057/posts/default/7880504810152300764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://38livelaughlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/learn-to-be-be-glad.html' title='Learn to be. Be glad.'/><author><name>live.laugh.love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01645623954174055214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336159656837633057.post-2321167489688827474</id><published>2009-04-03T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T20:19:11.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3AsyxfvPxA/SdbM83tstKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xqyUfGecgNM/s1600-h/ac0c8301c058eef2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320665355904660642" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3AsyxfvPxA/SdbM83tstKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xqyUfGecgNM/s400/ac0c8301c058eef2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;A kindergarten teacher has decided to let her class play a game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;The teacher told each child in the class to bring along a plastic bag containing a few potatoes. Each potato will be given a name of a person that the child hates, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;so the number of potatoes that a child will put in his/her plastic bag will depend on the number of people he/she hates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;So when the day came,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;every child brought some potatoes with the name of the people he/she hated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Some had 2 potatoes; some 3 while some up to 5 potatoes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;The teacher then told the children to carry with them the potatoes in the plastic bag wherever they go (even to the toilet) for 1 week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Days after days passed by, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;and the children started to complain due to the unpleasant smell let out by the rotten potatoes. Besides, those having 5 potatoes also had to carry heavier bags. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;After 1 week, the children were relieved because the game had finally ended.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;The teacher asked: "How did you feel while carrying the potatoes with you for 1 week?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;The children let out their frustrations and started complaining of the trouble that they had to go through having to carry the heavy and smelly potatoes wherever they go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Then the teacher told them the hidden meaning behind the game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The teacher said: "This is exactly the situation when you carry your hatred for somebody inside your heart. The stench of hatred will contaminate your heart and you will carry it with you wherever you go. If you cannot tolerate the smell of rotten potatoes for just 1 week, can you imagine what is it like to have the stench of hatred in your heart for your lifetime?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;In life , there's hatred but we should forgive and forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Think about it , do we have to hate ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;what do we gain from hating ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;what can we achieve from hatred ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Imaging if it was not a game , and it was reality .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;It might not only be the stench of the potatoes , but something more drastic .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;you will have to carry the stench around and you might be the one who is hated . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;how would you feel ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;If you were out casted or left out , what will be your thoughts ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;so according to the bible , we should LOVE OUR ENEMIES ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Remember , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Forgive &amp;amp; Forgive ( F&amp;amp;F )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Turn To God And Seek Forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Stand In The Shoes Of The Person You Hate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Try To Feel How They Feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE YOUR ENEMIES ! LOVE YOUR ENEMIES ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336159656837633057-2321167489688827474?l=38livelaughlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://38livelaughlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2321167489688827474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336159656837633057&amp;postID=2321167489688827474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336159656837633057/posts/default/2321167489688827474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336159656837633057/posts/default/2321167489688827474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://38livelaughlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/kindergarten-teacher-has-decided-to-let.html' title=''/><author><name>live.laugh.love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01645623954174055214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3AsyxfvPxA/SdbM83tstKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xqyUfGecgNM/s72-c/ac0c8301c058eef2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336159656837633057.post-8330019111667197239</id><published>2009-04-01T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T08:53:54.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We've decided to close down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's too &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tiring&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are too busy with our own lives,&lt;br /&gt;school, study, family outings, church, friends n etc.&lt;br /&gt;we'll see each other in school, thats sufficient alright! :)&lt;br /&gt;we hope to see happy faces in 38th, unlike our current batch now x_x&lt;br /&gt;all the best to everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;?!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are still scrolling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! WHAT DO YOU WANT????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;L'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;OO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE DON'T FLAME US IN THE TAGBOARD~~&lt;br /&gt;it's just a joke ok!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you had an enjoyable april fool? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; To sec 4s: 2 more months to MT 'O' level. GOGOGO!!! SHUT DOWN YOUR COMPUTER NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336159656837633057-8330019111667197239?l=38livelaughlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://38livelaughlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8330019111667197239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336159656837633057&amp;postID=8330019111667197239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336159656837633057/posts/default/8330019111667197239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336159656837633057/posts/default/8330019111667197239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://38livelaughlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>live.laugh.love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01645623954174055214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336159656837633057.post-1710129155124324031</id><published>2009-03-31T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T01:36:56.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding faults</title><content type='html'>It's a nice story.&lt;br /&gt;If you read it &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;you might bring it with you down the &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;rest of the road of your lives&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man and his girlfriend were married.&lt;br /&gt;It was a large celebration.&lt;br /&gt;All of their friends and family came to see the lovely ceremony and to partake of the festivities and celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;All had a wonderful time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months later, the wife comes to the husband with a proposal:&lt;br /&gt;"I read in a magazine, a while ago, about how we can strengthen our marriage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She offered,&lt;br /&gt;"Each of us will write a list of the things that we find a bit annoying with the other person. Then, we can talk about how we can fix them together and make our lives happier together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband agreed.&lt;br /&gt;So each of them went to a separate room in the house and thought of the things that annoyed them about the other.&lt;br /&gt;They thought about this question for the rest of the day and wrote down what they came up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, at the breakfast table, they decided that they would go over their lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll start," offered the wife.&lt;br /&gt;She took out her list. It had many items on it. Enough to fill 3 pages, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;As she started reading the list of the little annoyances, she noticed that tears were starting to appear in her husband’s eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing" the husband replied, "keep reading your list."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife continued to read until she had read all three pages to her husband.&lt;br /&gt;She neatly placed her list on the table and folded her hands over top of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, you read your list and then we'll talk about the things on both of our lists." She said happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quietly the husband stated, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I don't have anything on my list. I think that you are perfect the way that you are. I don't want you to change anything for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You are lovely and wonderful and I wouldn't want to try and change anything about you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife, touched by his honesty and the depth of his love for her and his acceptance of her, turned her head and wept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN LIFE, there are enough times when we are disappointed, depressed and annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;we don't really have to go looking for them.&lt;br /&gt;we have a wonderful world that is full of beauty, light and promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why waste time in this world looking for the bad, disappointing or annoying when we can look around us, and see the wondrous things before us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that WE ARE HAPPIEST WHEN we see and praise the good and try our best to forget the bad.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect but we can find perfectness in them to change the way we see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-credits: citehr.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are we like the husband? or are we like the wife?&lt;br /&gt;its alright even if we are like the wife.&lt;br /&gt;everyone makes mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;its a matter of the willingness to change or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one question.&lt;br /&gt;how can we point out someone's mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when we have a plank in your eye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that plank refers to our own mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to help others, help &lt;strong&gt;yourself&lt;/strong&gt; first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;start with yourself!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why waste time finding faults of others?&lt;br /&gt;it is never ending, but it is ever accepting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting from today,&lt;br /&gt;look at yourselves in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you hurt someone today?&lt;br /&gt;did you gossip about someone today?&lt;br /&gt;did you do something that you feel guilty about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change it!&lt;br /&gt;accept other people's faults.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;because people accepted your faults too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to comment how you feel after reading this :D&lt;br /&gt;Remember to mail us @ &lt;a href="mailto:bowlcut_bobhair@hotmail.com"&gt;bowlcut_bobhair@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; for infos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336159656837633057-1710129155124324031?l=38livelaughlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://38livelaughlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1710129155124324031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336159656837633057&amp;postID=1710129155124324031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336159656837633057/posts/default/1710129155124324031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336159656837633057/posts/default/1710129155124324031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://38livelaughlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/finding-faults.html' title='Finding faults'/><author><name>live.laugh.love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01645623954174055214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336159656837633057.post-3690733910761822268</id><published>2009-03-27T23:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:46:02.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Stranger Passed By</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I found this story very inspirational.:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I ran into a stranger as he passed by, "Oh, excuse me Please" was my reply. &lt;br /&gt;He said, "Please excuse me too; Wasn't even watching for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were very polite, this stranger and I. &lt;br /&gt;We went on our way and we said good-bye. &lt;br /&gt;But at home a different story is told,&lt;br /&gt;How we treat our loved ones, young and old. &lt;br /&gt;Later that day, cooking the evening meal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;My daughter stood beside me very still.&lt;br /&gt;When I turned, I nearly knocked her down.&lt;br /&gt;"Move out of the way," I said with a frown. &lt;br /&gt;She walked away, her little heart was broken. I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I lay awake in bed,&lt;br /&gt;God's still small voice came to me and said, &lt;br /&gt;"While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use, &lt;br /&gt;But the children you love, you seem to abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look on the kitchen floor,&lt;br /&gt;You'll find some flowers there by the door. &lt;br /&gt;Those are the flowers she brought for you.&lt;br /&gt;She picked them herself: pink, yellow and blue. &lt;br /&gt;She stood quietly not to spoil the surprise, and you never saw the tears in her eyes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, I felt very small, and now my tears began to fall.&lt;br /&gt;I quietly went and knelt by her bed;&lt;br /&gt;"Wake up, little girl, wake up," I said. &lt;br /&gt;"Are these the flowers you picked for me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;She smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree. &lt;br /&gt;I picked 'em because they're pretty like you. &lt;br /&gt;I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I said, "Daughter, I'm sorry for the way I acted today; &lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;She said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay. I love you anyway."&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Daughter, I love you too, and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Are you aware that: If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could&lt;br /&gt;easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family --an unwise investment indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So what is behind the story?&lt;br /&gt;You know what is the full word of family?&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY= (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER, (I) (L)OVE (Y)OU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isn't that neat? Fill life with love and bravery and we shall live a life uncommon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s : we've changed the blog song! enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336159656837633057-3690733910761822268?l=38livelaughlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://38livelaughlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3690733910761822268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336159656837633057&amp;postID=3690733910761822268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336159656837633057/posts/default/3690733910761822268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336159656837633057/posts/default/3690733910761822268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://38livelaughlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/stranger-passed-by.html' title='A Stranger Passed By'/><author><name>live.laugh.love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01645623954174055214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336159656837633057.post-608753512445330166</id><published>2009-03-26T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T06:59:30.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspirational quotes</title><content type='html'>Some nice quotes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;credits: pokerworld (youtube)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let what you can't do stop you from doing what you can do-&lt;br /&gt;- John wooden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.&lt;br /&gt;- Oscar wilde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we took so long at the closed door that we do not see the one that has been opened for us.&lt;br /&gt;- Helen keller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must be the change we wish to see.&lt;br /&gt;- Ghandi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.&lt;br /&gt;- Albert einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If you want to be happy, be.&lt;br /&gt;- Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are changing song soon.&lt;br /&gt;anyone have know of any nice Christian songs?&lt;br /&gt;cheeeeeeeeeers! 38th! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336159656837633057-608753512445330166?l=38livelaughlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://38livelaughlove.blogspot.com/feeds/608753512445330166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336159656837633057&amp;postID=608753512445330166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336159656837633057/posts/default/608753512445330166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336159656837633057/posts/default/608753512445330166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://38livelaughlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/inspirational-quotes.html' title='Inspirational quotes'/><author><name>live.laugh.love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01645623954174055214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336159656837633057.post-661104201134425712</id><published>2009-03-22T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T07:15:51.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 197px" height="248" src="http://joefelso.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/anger-m.jpg" width="391" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;credits: joefelso wordpress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that we are familiar about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often struggle when dealt with such situations.&lt;br /&gt;Without thinking, we would start cursing and swearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but have you ever stopped and think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- What are the consequences of your actions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much pain you have inflicted on your opponent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you could be forgiven for your actions.&lt;br /&gt;but it would &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;the painful words you used on your friend/foe,&lt;br /&gt;is like a nail being hammered to a fence.&lt;br /&gt;your friend might forgive you,&lt;br /&gt;and the nail is removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the hole left on the fence by the nail remains there forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember one thing.&lt;br /&gt;- Words is a powerful and deadly weapon.&lt;br /&gt;it can build up or tear down a thing very easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can say that the person you hurt was very mean and he/she disgusts you a lot.&lt;br /&gt;but sorry to disappoint you.&lt;br /&gt;the bible says,"Love your enemies".&lt;br /&gt;its hard, but nothing is ever easy.&lt;br /&gt;with God, there's no 'impossible' in the dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can choose what to take with you after reading this.&lt;br /&gt;1. these are all craps, i don't need to bother about it.&lt;br /&gt;2. do something, change the way you are acting now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its your own decision.&lt;br /&gt;its your own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there's one most important thing to remember (for the spammers)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; What you do with your life does not concern us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But if it interfered our lives, its your fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: this post doesn't mean we are perfect like this.&lt;br /&gt;we are also &lt;u&gt;learning&lt;/u&gt; from these lessons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336159656837633057-661104201134425712?l=38livelaughlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://38livelaughlove.blogspot.com/feeds/661104201134425712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336159656837633057&amp;postID=661104201134425712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336159656837633057/posts/default/661104201134425712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336159656837633057/posts/default/661104201134425712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://38livelaughlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/anger.html' title='Anger'/><author><name>live.laugh.love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01645623954174055214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336159656837633057.post-5178568703393917926</id><published>2009-03-22T06:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T06:56:57.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To spammers.</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;This post is specially typed for the spammers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you didn't notice,&lt;br /&gt;under the information segment,&lt;br /&gt;there's this sentence written:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Vulgarities and spams are not tolerated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case we are afraid that more spammers might not see it,&lt;br /&gt;we have &lt;strong&gt;bold&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;coloured&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are really bored and itching to spam,&lt;br /&gt;go create your own cbox, spam as much as you like, then delete them again :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336159656837633057-5178568703393917926?l=38livelaughlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://38livelaughlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5178568703393917926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336159656837633057&amp;postID=5178568703393917926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336159656837633057/posts/default/5178568703393917926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336159656837633057/posts/default/5178568703393917926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://38livelaughlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-spammers.html' title='To spammers.'/><author><name>live.laugh.love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01645623954174055214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336159656837633057.post-5140113533589900691</id><published>2009-03-19T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T06:56:47.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflect</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The wooden bowl: ( please read )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. "We must do something about Grandfather," said the son. "I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor". So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed their dinners together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl. When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;The four-year-old watched it all in silence. One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?" Just as sweetly, the boy responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when you get old." The four year old smiled and went back to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;The words so struck the parents that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done. That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt something from this story.&lt;br /&gt;" What we did or say, will reflect very well on us. "&lt;br /&gt;readers, have you ever remember what things we have said/ do that hurt someone feelings?&lt;br /&gt;we might not even remember.&lt;br /&gt;a slight remark for example " she's too stupid for everything. "&lt;br /&gt;could hurt that person's feelings and she may do something reckless.&lt;div&gt;or something even worse.. Suicide.&lt;br /&gt;we may mistreat our parents.&lt;div&gt;when they nag, we would always call them to "shut up".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but hold on, just imagine. have you ever thought about this before?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;' what if i'm a parent and my child say those stuffs to me?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do you feel hurt? or happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the words we speak, hurts a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there have been a case that there was a girl who committed suicide upon getting bad remarks about her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we should cherish the one we love, not making life worser for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our parents, they work and earn income to give us good life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all these are counted as a blessing, yet some of us are not satisfied of what we have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in other countries there are many children who do not have food to eat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who do not have proper homes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we must not mistreat our parents!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they nag, yes. but they love and care for us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they might be tired of working for so many long hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but if you show them care and love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they don't mind AND they would feel better!&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time you said " i love you dad mom! " ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reach out, show your love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it may not be your parents, it could be a friend, a teacher, or someone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;give them care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people will &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; forget how you made them feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you could choose this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) make someone feel depressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) make someone smile happily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;make someone's day BETTER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we'll change our blogskin soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336159656837633057-5140113533589900691?l=38livelaughlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://38livelaughlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5140113533589900691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336159656837633057&amp;postID=5140113533589900691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336159656837633057/posts/default/5140113533589900691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336159656837633057/posts/default/5140113533589900691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://38livelaughlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/wooden-bowl-please-read-frail-old-man.html' title='Reflect'/><author><name>live.laugh.love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01645623954174055214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336159656837633057.post-2225445123889457994</id><published>2009-03-19T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T04:02:11.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am useless.</title><content type='html'>Hello all!&lt;br /&gt;Todays topic is about- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Are you useless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt before -&lt;br /&gt;when we are useful, people would surround us and try to get our favours?&lt;br /&gt;when we failed, people would slowly leave us, or even worse, ignore us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully speaking, i have felt this way before too.&lt;br /&gt;it's nothing to be ashamed of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a story to share: (Yup, again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;$20 bill story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A well known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20 bill.&lt;br /&gt;In the room of 200, he asked. "Who would like this $20 bill?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands started going up.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "I am going to give this $20 to one of you - but first, let me do this."&lt;br /&gt;He proceeded to crumple the 20 dollar note up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then asked. "Who still wants it?" Still the hands were up in the air.&lt;br /&gt;"Well," he replied, "what if I do this?"&lt;br /&gt;He dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe.&lt;br /&gt;He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty.&lt;br /&gt;"Now, who still wants it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still the hands went into the air.&lt;br /&gt;"My friends, you have all learned a very valuable lesson.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value.&lt;br /&gt;It was still worth $20.&lt;br /&gt;Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way.&lt;br /&gt;We feel as though we are worthless;&lt;br /&gt;but no matter what happened or what will happen,&lt;br /&gt;you will never lose your value."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you are still priceless to those who love you.&lt;br /&gt;The worth of our lives comes, not in what we do or who we know,&lt;br /&gt;but by ...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHO WE ARE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You are special - don't ever forget it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times we are bring looked down for our faults.&lt;br /&gt;we make the wrong decisions like lying, stealing, gossiping, hatred and more.&lt;br /&gt;we felt that we are useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like what previously mentioned,&lt;br /&gt;people think that we are failures - does that mean we are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; failures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about this.&lt;br /&gt;what people judge about you, does it define you?&lt;br /&gt;or does it define themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you fail, stand up again!&lt;br /&gt;what failure really is, is when u failed and you give up.&lt;br /&gt;for that, you deserve to be looked down.&lt;br /&gt;prove to people your worth!&lt;br /&gt;don't let other people determine your own worth.&lt;br /&gt;your own worth is decided by yourself, not by others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now think again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Are you useless?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a funny video to share to all! :D&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FwSqdL7fiE8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FwSqdL7fiE8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please pause the song at the sidebar before playing this video =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Please feel free to mail us @ &lt;a href="mailto:bowlcut_bobhair@hotmail.com"&gt;bowlcut_bobhair@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; for anything you want to know about. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336159656837633057-2225445123889457994?l=38livelaughlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://38livelaughlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2225445123889457994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336159656837633057&amp;postID=2225445123889457994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336159656837633057/posts/default/2225445123889457994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336159656837633057/posts/default/2225445123889457994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://38livelaughlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-useless.html' title='I am useless.'/><author><name>live.laugh.love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01645623954174055214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336159656837633057.post-1632086393068647762</id><published>2009-03-17T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T06:31:10.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The house of 1000 mirrors.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 337px; height: 227px;" src="http://www.dkimages.com/discover/previews/820/20011253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Credits: eons.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Take time to read this story &lt;/u&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.getsmileyface.com/new/japanese_love/21.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;Long ago in a small, far away village, there was place known as the House of 1000 Mirrors.&lt;br /&gt;A small, happy little dog learned of this place and decided to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;When he arrived, he bounced  happily up the stairs to the doorway of the house.&lt;br /&gt;He looked through the doorway with his ears lifted high and his tail wagging as fast as it could. To his great surprise, he found himself staring at 1000 other happy little dogs with their tails wagging just as fast as his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;He smiled a great smile, and was answered with 1000 great smiles just as warm and friendly. As he left the House, he thought to himself, "This is a wonderful place. I will come back and visit it often." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;In this same village, another little dog, who was not quite as happy as the first one, decided to visit the house.&lt;br /&gt;He slowly climbed the stairs and hung his head low as he looked into the door.&lt;br /&gt;When he saw the 1000 unfriendly looking dogs staring back at him, he growled at them and was horrified to see 1000 little dogs growling back at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;As he left, he thought to himself, "That is a horrible place, and I will never go back there again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;All the faces in the world are mirrors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What kind of reflections do you see in the faces of the people you meet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, we feel that everything is against us.&lt;br /&gt;even the world, and God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but slow down your steps and think,&lt;br /&gt;what did you do to try and improve your situation?&lt;br /&gt;or are you just sitting down and complain and condemn the whole world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how we want others to treat us, depends on how we treat others as well.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, we have to put ourselves in others shoes and consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can say, "we smiled to the world, but we don't get a smile back."&lt;br /&gt;think about this.&lt;br /&gt;does other people's action determines how you behave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's doing it does not mean it is right.&lt;br /&gt;everything is started by someone.&lt;br /&gt;be the someone to change it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to be the dog(as an example) who gets back many smiley faces and enjoys everything in the world?&lt;br /&gt;Or the dog who dislikes and loathes everything and running away from it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How you perceive others, is how you are perceived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Everyone has  problems, some are just better at hiding them. (Unknown)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you for reading this blog!&lt;br /&gt;Please continue to check for updates here as we will keep this blog updated A.S.A.P&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for the next post!&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to tag about how you feel after reading these posts.&lt;br /&gt;Comments are greatly appreciated!! &lt;img src="http://www.getsmileyface.com/new/japanese_love/2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336159656837633057-1632086393068647762?l=38livelaughlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://38livelaughlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1632086393068647762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336159656837633057&amp;postID=1632086393068647762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336159656837633057/posts/default/1632086393068647762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336159656837633057/posts/default/1632086393068647762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://38livelaughlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/house-of-1000-mirrors.html' title='The house of 1000 mirrors.'/><author><name>live.laugh.love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01645623954174055214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336159656837633057.post-7605904760144154567</id><published>2009-03-16T12:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T12:44:06.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiring video.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sQVPR71QdHA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sQVPR71QdHA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please watch! &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in life, we faced many obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;Exams, parents, friends, BGR problems.&lt;br /&gt;Stress is always in your mind..&lt;br /&gt;and you always felt like giving up.&lt;br /&gt;moreover, sometimes you felt that school work is making life difficult..&lt;br /&gt;but do remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't change the direction of the wind, but i can adjust my sails to always reach my destination." Jimmy Dean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sentence touched me, what it meant was, you can change your attitude/mindset to reach your goal.&lt;br /&gt;so what if you get bad results and people laughed at you?&lt;br /&gt;you can choose:&lt;br /&gt;1) cry and give up. let people comments trampled on you everywhere&lt;br /&gt;or!&lt;br /&gt;2) laugh and make it a lesson learn.&lt;br /&gt;say that it's another step to success! &lt;br /&gt;next time round, you can do it better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe, failure is a part of success.&lt;br /&gt;everyone falls but it depends on you, yourself, to get on.&lt;br /&gt;people may push you, encourage you.&lt;br /&gt;but at the end, it's your attitude, to move on or just give everything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so never EVER think that life is over when you get all sorts of problems!&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT A POSITIVE POINT OF VIEW.&lt;br /&gt;A BRIGHTER SIDE (:&lt;br /&gt;say it's possible to do great things and start working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a small work, can accumulate it into a big work.&lt;br /&gt;a tear drop, can accumulate into a pool of tears.&lt;br /&gt;a tiny snow ball, can accumulate into a BIG snow ball.&lt;br /&gt;a word, can form a sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you must, you can and you will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336159656837633057-7605904760144154567?l=38livelaughlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://38livelaughlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7605904760144154567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336159656837633057&amp;postID=7605904760144154567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336159656837633057/posts/default/7605904760144154567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336159656837633057/posts/default/7605904760144154567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://38livelaughlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/inspiring-video.html' title='Inspiring video.'/><author><name>live.laugh.love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01645623954174055214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336159656837633057.post-3907591391703053063</id><published>2009-02-27T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T19:57:23.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello :)</title><content type='html'>hello!!!&lt;br /&gt;this is our first blog posting as Y.S.C.Y.P!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEEP SUPPORTING US (and be our fans)&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned to this blog!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more postings would be coming to your way!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;YSCYP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336159656837633057-3907591391703053063?l=38livelaughlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://38livelaughlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3907591391703053063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3336159656837633057&amp;postID=3907591391703053063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336159656837633057/posts/default/3907591391703053063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336159656837633057/posts/default/3907591391703053063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://38livelaughlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello.html' title='hello :)'/><author><name>live.laugh.love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01645623954174055214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
