<?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-666461625341148807</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:07:58.786-08:00</updated><category term='grudge'/><category term='frown'/><category term='trust'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='May 2010 Election'/><category term='death'/><category term='manipulation of art'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='adobe'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='chain of love'/><category term='helping hand'/><category term='english jokes'/><category term='beauty tips'/><category term='hope'/><category term='smile'/><category term='scars'/><category term='good deed'/><category term='sick days'/><category term='anger'/><category term='self-esteem'/><category term='dating'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='mother'/><category term='weakness'/><category term='work policy'/><category term='growing up'/><category term='resentment'/><category term='vanity'/><category term='self acceptance'/><category term='pinoy jokes'/><category term='children'/><category term='love in action'/><category term='acceptance'/><category term='richness'/><category term='God'/><category term='son'/><category term='tagalog jokes'/><category term='unconditional love'/><category term='disappointments'/><category term='time'/><category term='life'/><category term='parents'/><category term='hurts'/><category term='disobedience'/><category term='lunch break'/><category term='strength'/><category term='english movies'/><category term='pain'/><category term='dress code'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='teens'/><category term='love'/><category term='gratitute'/><category term='sadness'/><title type='text'>Stories Of Life, Love And Laughter</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Regina Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054945072293799298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/Skr_AIned_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2zbaWDx_i5I/S220/reg3.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666461625341148807.post-4850270055263253752</id><published>2010-01-02T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T00:25:25.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke, Joke, Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PUPIL: Mam, bumubukol po ba ang utot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TEACHER: No! Definitely not! Kasi hangin lang yun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Remember, hindi bumubukol ang utot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PUPIL: Naku patay! Tae na to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;merong tatlong manliligaw...may nililigawan silang babae.pumunta sila sa bahay ng babae tapos nakita sila ng tatay ng babaeng liligawan nila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;tapos sabi nung tatay ng babae hoy kayong tatlong manliligaw sa anak ko....magdala kayo ng prutas bukas ng umaga... edi ayun.kinabukasan....ang unang manliligaw may dalang papaya.sabi nung tatay,kung mahal mo ang anak ko isoot mo yang papaya sa puwet mo.sinoout nya.naiyak.nagalit ang tatay..pinaalis..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;dumating ang panglawang manliligaw...may dalang buko. sabi nung tatay.. kung mahal mo ang anak ko issot mo yang buko sa pwet mo..sinoot.tumatawa.. (e malaki nga yung buko at masakit issot sa puwet) natawa pa sya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAKIT???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;kasi yung pangatlong manliligaw dala DURIAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;BaKit d pUede maG sUot nG haIrneT aNg mGa kaLbo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ANS: KasI maGmuMuka sLang MAGIC SING!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666461625341148807-4850270055263253752?l=storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4850270055263253752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-joke-joke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/4850270055263253752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/4850270055263253752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2010/01/joke-joke-joke.html' title='Joke, Joke, Joke'/><author><name>Regina Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054945072293799298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/Skr_AIned_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2zbaWDx_i5I/S220/reg3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666461625341148807.post-296370179641011507</id><published>2010-01-02T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:57:07.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Things To Think About</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Anger is a condition in which the tongue, works faster       than the mind.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     2. You can't change the past, but you can ruin the present       by worrying over the future.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     3. Love ... and you shall be loved.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     4. God always gives His best to those who leave the choice       with Him.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     5. All people smile in the same language.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     6. A hug is a great gift, one size fits all. It can be given       for any occasion and it's easy to exchange.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     7. Everyone needs to be loved, especially when they do not       deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     8. The real measure of a man's wealth is what he has       invested in eternity.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     9. Laughter is God's sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     10. Everything has beauty but not everyone sees it.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     11. It's important for parents to live the same things they       teach.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     12. Thank God for what you have, TRUST GOD for what you       need.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     13. If you fill your heart with regrets of yesterday and the       worries of tomorrow, you have no today to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     14. Happy memories never wear out... Relive them as often as       you want.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     15. Home is the place where we grumble the most, but are       often treated the best.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     16. Man looks at outward appearance but the Lord looks       within.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     17. The choice you make today will usually affect tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     18. Take time to laugh for it is the music of the soul.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     19. If anyone speaks badly of you, live so none will believe       it.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     20. Patience is the ability to idle your motor, when you       feel like stripping your gears.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     21. Love is strengthened by working through conflicts       together.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     22. The best thing parents can do for their children, is to       love each other.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     23. Harsh words break no bones but they do break hearts.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     24. To get out of a difficulty, one usually must go through       it.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     25. We take for granted the things that we should be giving       thanks for.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     26. Love is the only thing that can be divided, without       being diminished.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     27. Happiness is enhanced by others but does not depend upon       others.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     28. You are richer today if you have laughed, given or       forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     29. For every minute you are angry with someone, you lose 60       seconds of happiness that you can never get back.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     30. Do what you can, for who you can, with what you have,       and where you are.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     31.The best gifts to give:&lt;br /&gt;      To your friend, loyalty;&lt;br /&gt;      To your enemy, forgiveness;&lt;br /&gt;      To your boss, service;&lt;br /&gt;      To a child, a good example;&lt;br /&gt;      To your parents, gratitude and devotion;&lt;br /&gt;      To your mate, love and faithfulness;&lt;br /&gt;      To all men and women, charity;&lt;br /&gt;      and To God, your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666461625341148807-296370179641011507?l=storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/296370179641011507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2010/01/few-things-to-think-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/296370179641011507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/296370179641011507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2010/01/few-things-to-think-about.html' title='A Few Things To Think About'/><author><name>Regina Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054945072293799298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/Skr_AIned_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2zbaWDx_i5I/S220/reg3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666461625341148807.post-279910586995918085</id><published>2010-01-02T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:49:27.320-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unconditional love'/><title type='text'>Special Puppies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A farmer had some puppies he needed to      sell.  He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups.  And set      about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard.  As he was      driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his      overalls.  He looked down into the eyes of a little      boy.  "Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your puppies."&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    "Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat of the back of      his neck,&lt;br /&gt;    "These puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of      money."&lt;br /&gt;    The boy dropped his head for a moment.  Then reaching deep into      his&lt;br /&gt;    pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the      farmer.&lt;br /&gt;    "I've got thirty-nine cents.  Is that enough to take a look?"&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    "Sure," said the farmer.  And with that he let out a      whistle.  "Here, Dolly!" he called.  Out from the doghouse and      down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of      fur.  The little boy pressed his face against the chain link      fence.  His eyes danced with delight.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed      something else stirring inside the doghouse.  Slowly another      little ball appeared, this one noticeably smaller.  Down the      ramp it slid.  Then in a somewhat awkward manner, the little pup      began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up....&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    "I want that one," the little boy said, pointing to the      runt.  The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said, "Son,      you don't want that puppy.  He will never be able to run and      play with you like these other dogs would." With that the little      boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling      up one leg of his trousers.  In doing so he revealed a steel      brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a      specially made shoe.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    Looking back up at the farmer, he said, "You see sir, I don't      run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands."      With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and picked up      the little pup.  Holding it carefully he handed it to the little      boy.  "How much?" asked the little boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"No charge," answered the farmer, "There's      no charge for love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666461625341148807-279910586995918085?l=storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/279910586995918085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2010/01/special-puppies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/279910586995918085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/279910586995918085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2010/01/special-puppies.html' title='Special Puppies'/><author><name>Regina Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054945072293799298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/Skr_AIned_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2zbaWDx_i5I/S220/reg3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666461625341148807.post-5590772040696040675</id><published>2010-01-02T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:38:02.301-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love in action'/><title type='text'>What Is Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For those who misuse the word love, even kids have a       better understanding than adults. A group of professional       people posted this question to a group of 4 to 8 year olds:       "What does love mean?" The answers they got were broader and       deeper than anyone could have imagined.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     1. When my grandma got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and       paint her toenails anymore. So my grandpa does it for her       now all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too.       That's love.&lt;br /&gt;     Rebecca - age 8&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     2. When someone loves you, the way they say your name is       different. You just know that your name is safe in their       mouths.&lt;br /&gt;     Billy - age 4&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     3. Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on       shaving Cologne and they go out and smell each other.&lt;br /&gt;     Kari - age 5&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     4. Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of       your French Fries without making them give you any of       theirs.&lt;br /&gt;     Chrissy - age 6&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     5. Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.&lt;br /&gt;     Terri - age 4&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     6. Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she       takes a sip giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.&lt;br /&gt;     Danny - age 7&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     7. Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get       tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk       more. My mommy and daddy are like that. They look gross when       they kiss.&lt;br /&gt;     Emily - age 8&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     8. Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you       stop opening presents and listen.&lt;br /&gt;     Bobby - age 7&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     9. If you want to learn to love better, you should start       with a friend who you hate.&lt;br /&gt;     Nikka - age 6&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     10. Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he       wears it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;     Noelle - age 7&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     11. Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who       are still friends, even after they know each other so well.&lt;br /&gt;     Tommy - age 6&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     12. My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see       anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;     Clare - age 6&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     13. Love is when mommy sees daddy smelly and sweaty and       still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.&lt;br /&gt;     Chris - age 7&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     14. Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you       left him alone all day.&lt;br /&gt;     Mary Ann - age 4&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     15. When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down       and little stars come out of you.&lt;br /&gt;     Karen - age 7&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     16. Love is when mommy sees daddy on the toilet and doesn't       think it's gross.&lt;br /&gt;     Mark - age 6&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     17. You really shouldn't say "I LOVE YOU" unless you mean       it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People       forget.&lt;br /&gt;     Jessica - age 8&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     And the winner was a 4 year old child whose next door       neighbor was an elderly man who had just lost his wife. When       the child saw the man cry, the little boy went over into the       man's yard and climbed on top of the man's lap and just sat       there.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     When the boy's mother asked him what he'd said to the       neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him       cry."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666461625341148807-5590772040696040675?l=storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5590772040696040675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-is-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/5590772040696040675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/5590772040696040675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-is-love.html' title='What Is Love?'/><author><name>Regina Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054945072293799298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/Skr_AIned_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2zbaWDx_i5I/S220/reg3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666461625341148807.post-5964829562085201201</id><published>2009-10-28T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T04:17:28.208-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manipulation of art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adobe'/><title type='text'>Brilliant Examples Of Photo Manipulation Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/SugoOTnuWDI/AAAAAAAAAH4/9PvDsGvGpzE/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/SugoOTnuWDI/AAAAAAAAAH4/9PvDsGvGpzE/s320/image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397608379653707826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/SugoB5syFeI/AAAAAAAAAHw/htFzDIxPaQY/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/SugoB5syFeI/AAAAAAAAAHw/htFzDIxPaQY/s320/image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397608166537172450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/SugoBkn5YwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/HftMbvKcao8/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/SugoBkn5YwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/HftMbvKcao8/s320/image006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397608160879534850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/SugoBJSLY0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/b2g79wQNMS8/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/SugoBJSLY0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/b2g79wQNMS8/s320/image007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397608153540682562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/SugoA_SGroI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Hmc0hykQgEU/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/SugoA_SGroI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Hmc0hykQgEU/s320/image008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397608150856019586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/SugoAnvavxI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/OP1-GPrp_3Q/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/SugoAnvavxI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/OP1-GPrp_3Q/s320/image009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397608144536518418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/SugnbD4psKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ZVa7KcaWmtk/s1600-h/image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/SugnbD4psKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ZVa7KcaWmtk/s320/image012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397607499256410274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/SugnawtthkI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f5j7ru2k0sI/s1600-h/image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/SugnawtthkI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f5j7ru2k0sI/s320/image013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397607494110250562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/Sugnaub3U1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/adQjBxLKG0M/s1600-h/image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/Sugnaub3U1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/adQjBxLKG0M/s320/image014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397607493498524498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/SugnaYu_K_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/HcU2puVy93s/s1600-h/image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/SugnaYu_K_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/HcU2puVy93s/s320/image015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397607487673150450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/SugnaNLw0fI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Rt4pF1eMMRo/s1600-h/image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/SugnaNLw0fI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Rt4pF1eMMRo/s320/image016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397607484572619250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/Sugm8ELCdgI/AAAAAAAAAGg/3Qt9JrSsxDY/s1600-h/image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/Sugm8ELCdgI/AAAAAAAAAGg/3Qt9JrSsxDY/s320/image018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397606966757586434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/Sugm76WTVNI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ir5HZg5OCf8/s1600-h/image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/Sugm76WTVNI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ir5HZg5OCf8/s320/image019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397606964120474834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/Sugm7jArtiI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/VBdpfXeSrnI/s1600-h/image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/Sugm7jArtiI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/VBdpfXeSrnI/s320/image020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397606957855782434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/Sugm7S-HUOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/2i2UDRmpiIc/s1600-h/image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/Sugm7S-HUOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/2i2UDRmpiIc/s320/image021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397606953550041314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/Sugm7NrjpHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GaIlqYfT4Ds/s1600-h/image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/Sugm7NrjpHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GaIlqYfT4Ds/s320/image024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397606952130028658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666461625341148807-5964829562085201201?l=storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5964829562085201201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/10/brilliant-examples-of-photo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/5964829562085201201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/5964829562085201201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/10/brilliant-examples-of-photo.html' title='Brilliant Examples Of Photo Manipulation Art'/><author><name>Regina Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054945072293799298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/Skr_AIned_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2zbaWDx_i5I/S220/reg3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/SugoOTnuWDI/AAAAAAAAAH4/9PvDsGvGpzE/s72-c/image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666461625341148807.post-7405637055046872233</id><published>2009-10-23T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T01:50:04.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty tips'/><title type='text'>Beauty Tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;A dear old lady was       asked what she used to make her complexion so beautiful and       her whole being so bright and attractive.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     She answered:&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"I use for my lips, truth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;I use for my voice, kindness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;I use for my ears, compassion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;I use for my hands, charity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;I use for my figure, uprightness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;I use for my heart, love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;I use for any who do not like me, prayer."      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666461625341148807-7405637055046872233?l=storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7405637055046872233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/10/beauty-tips.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/7405637055046872233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/7405637055046872233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/10/beauty-tips.html' title='Beauty Tips'/><author><name>Regina Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054945072293799298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/Skr_AIned_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2zbaWDx_i5I/S220/reg3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666461625341148807.post-1989096780118962759</id><published>2009-10-23T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T01:31:03.084-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='May 2010 Election'/><title type='text'>May 2010 Election Posters! lol xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/SuFpbErQqgI/AAAAAAAAAF4/vmdruSioYvU/s1600-h/ATT1257390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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Black hawk down - ibong maitim sa ibaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. dead man's chest - dede ng patay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i know what you did last summer - uyyyyy... aminin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. love, actually - sa totoo lang, mahal kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. million dollar baby - 50 million pisong sanggol (depende sa exchange rate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. the blair witch project - ang tinatrabaho ng bruhang si blair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. mary poppins - si mariang may putok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. snakes on a plane - nag-ahasan sa ere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. the postman always rings twice - ang kartero kapag dumutdot laging dalawang&lt;br /&gt;beses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. sum of all fears - takot mo, takot ko, takot nating lahat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.swordfish - talakitok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. pretty woman - ganda ng lola mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. robin hood, men in tights - si robin hood at ang mga felix bakat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. 4 weddings &amp;amp; a funeral - kahit 4 na beses ka pang magpakasal, mamamatay ka rin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. the good, the bad and the ugly - ako, ikaw, kayong lahat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. harry potter and the sorcerer's stone - si harry na adik tumira ng shabu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. click - isang pindot ka lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. brokeback mountain - may nawasak sa likod ng bundok ng tralala/bumigay sa&lt;br /&gt;bundok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. the day of the death - ayaw tumayo (ng mga patay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. waterworld - basang-basa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. there's something about mary - may kwan sa ano ni maria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. employee of the month - ang sipsip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. resident evil - ang biyenan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. kill bill - kilitiin sa bilbil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. the grudge - lintik lang ang walang ganti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. nightmare before christmas - binangungot sa noche buena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. annie hall - ang butas ni annie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. never been kissed - pangit kasi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. gone in 60 seconds - isang round, tulog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. the fast and the furious - ang bitin, galit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. too fast, too furious - kapag sobrang bitin, sobrang galit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. dude, where's my car - dudung, anong level ulit tayo nag-park? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. beauty and the beast - ang asawa ko at ang nanay nya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. the lord of the rings - ang alahero     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666461625341148807-7810524501460125626?l=storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7810524501460125626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/10/english-movies-translated-to-tagalog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/7810524501460125626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/7810524501460125626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/10/english-movies-translated-to-tagalog.html' title='English Movies Translated to Tagalog'/><author><name>Regina Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054945072293799298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/Skr_AIned_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2zbaWDx_i5I/S220/reg3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666461625341148807.post-5278215860858750658</id><published>2009-10-13T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T04:17:22.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures..Just At The Right Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/StRhTdzAvUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/CSF2s-Yy8rY/s1600-h/image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;A Smile is nature's best antidote for discouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; It brings rest to the weary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Sunshine to those who are frowning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; And hope to those who are hopeless and defeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; A Smile is so valuable that it can't be bought,&lt;br /&gt;Begged, borrowed, or taken away against your will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; You have to be willing to give a Smile away,&lt;br /&gt;Before it can do anyone else any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; So, if someone is too tired or grumpy to flash you a Smile,&lt;br /&gt;Let him have one of yours anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Nobody needs a Smile as much,&lt;br /&gt;As the person who has none to give....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Smile your smile for today...&lt;br /&gt;Pass it on to someone...&lt;br /&gt;Who needs some sunshine on a cloudy day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Remember,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how bad it seems at the time,&lt;br /&gt;It shall pass in a few moments,&lt;br /&gt;And.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; A Smile is simply a frown upside down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; So, stand on your head and look in the mirror...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Once you see how silly you look... a frown turns into Smile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666461625341148807-2519831875989426738?l=storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/2519831875989426738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/10/value-of-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/2519831875989426738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/2519831875989426738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/10/value-of-smile.html' title='The Value of a Smile'/><author><name>Regina Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054945072293799298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/Skr_AIned_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2zbaWDx_i5I/S220/reg3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666461625341148807.post-2033806018893037511</id><published>2009-10-02T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T19:03:27.026-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work policy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lunch break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dress code'/><title type='text'>New Work Policy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="line-height: 15pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;Dress Code:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height: 15pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;1) You are advised to come to work dressed according to your salary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height: 15pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;2) If we see you wearing Prada shoes and carrying a Gucci bag, we&lt;br /&gt;will assume you are doing well financially and therefore do not need&lt;br /&gt;a raise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height: 15pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;3) If you dress poorly, you need to learn to manage your money&lt;br /&gt;better, so that you may buy nicer clothes, and therefore you do not&lt;br /&gt;need a raise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height: 15pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;4) If you dress just right, you are right where you need to be and&lt;br /&gt;therefore you do not need a raise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height: 15pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height: 15pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;Sick Days:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height: 15pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;We will no longer accept a doctor’s statement as proof of sickness.&lt;br /&gt;If you are able to go to the doctor, you are able to come to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height: 15pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height: 15pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;Personal Days:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height: 15pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;Each employee will receive 104 personal days a year. They are called&lt;br /&gt;Saturdays &amp;amp; Sundays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height: 15pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height: 15pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;Bereavement Leave:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height: 15pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;This is no excuse for missing work. There is nothing you can do for&lt;br /&gt;dead friends, relatives or co-workers. Every effort should be made to&lt;br /&gt;have non-employees attend the funeral arrangements in your place. In&lt;br /&gt;rare cases where employee involvement is necessary, the funeral&lt;br /&gt;should be scheduled in the late afternoon. We will be glad to allow&lt;br /&gt;you to work through your lunch hour and subsequently leave one hour&lt;br /&gt;early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height: 15pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height: 15pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;Bathroom Breaks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height: 15pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;Entirely too much time is being spent in the toilet. There is&lt;br /&gt;now a strict three-minute time limit in the stalls. At the end of&lt;br /&gt;three minutes, an alarm will sound, the toilet paper roll will&lt;br /&gt;retract, the stall door will open, and a picture will be taken. After&lt;br /&gt;your second offense, your picture will be posted on the company&lt;br /&gt;bulletin board under the ‘Chronic Offenders’ category. Anyone caught&lt;br /&gt;smiling in the picture will be sectioned under the company’s mental&lt;br /&gt;health policy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height: 15pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height: 15pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;Lunch Break: (Love this one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height: 15pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;* Skinny people get 30 minutes for lunch, as they need to eat more,&lt;br /&gt;so that they can look healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height: 15pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;* Normal size people get 15 minutes for lunch to get a balanced meal&lt;br /&gt;to maintain their average figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height: 15pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;* Chubby people get 5 minutes for lunch, because that’s all the time&lt;br /&gt;needed to drink a Slim-Fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height: 15pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height: 15pt; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;Thank you for your loyalty to our company. We are here to provide a&lt;br /&gt;positive employment experience. Therefore, all questions, comments,&lt;br /&gt;concerns, complaints, frustrations, irritations, aggravations,&lt;br /&gt;insinuations, allegations, accusations, contemplations, consternation&lt;br /&gt;and input should be directed elsewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666461625341148807-2033806018893037511?l=storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/2033806018893037511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-work-policy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/2033806018893037511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/2033806018893037511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-work-policy.html' title='New Work Policy'/><author><name>Regina Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054945072293799298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/Skr_AIned_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2zbaWDx_i5I/S220/reg3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666461625341148807.post-4239387408276247632</id><published>2009-09-16T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T00:10:06.993-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-esteem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resentment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grudge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self acceptance'/><title type='text'>Can You Install Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Customer Service Rep: Can you install LOVE?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Customer:  I can do that.  I'm not very technical, but I think I am ready to install now.  What do I do first? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CS Rep:  The first step is to open your HEART.  Have you located your  HEART ma'am?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Customer:  Yes I have, but there are several programs running right now.  Is it okay to install while they are running? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CS Rep:  What programs are running ma'am?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Customer:  Let me see.... I  have PASTHURT.EXE, LOWESTEEM.EXE,  GRUDGE.EXE,  and RESENTMENT.COM running right now. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CS Rep:  No problem.  LOVE will automatically erase PASTHURT.EXE from your current operating system.  It may remain in your permanent memory, but it will no longer disrupt other programs.  LOVE will eventually overwrite LOWESTEEM.EXE with a module of its own called HIGHESTEEM.EXE.  However, you have to completely turn off GRUDGE.EXE and RESENTMENT.COM. Those programs prevent LOVE from being properly installed.  Can you turn those off ma'am?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Customer:  I don't know how to turn them off. Can you tell me how?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CS Rep: My pleasure. Go to your Start menu and invoke FORGIVENESS.EXE.   Do this as many times as necessary until GRUDGE.EXE and RESENTMENT.COM have been completely erased.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Customer:  Okay, I'm done.  LOVE has started installing itself automatically. Is that normal? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CS Rep:  Yes it is.  You should receive a message that says it will reinstall for the life of your HEART.  Do you see that message?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Customer:  Yes I do.  Is it completely installed? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CS Rep:  Yes, but remember that you have only the base program. You need to begin connecting to other HEARTS in order to get the upgrades.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Customer:  Oops...I have an error message already.  What should I do? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CS Rep:  What does the message say?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Customer:  It says "ERROR 412 - PROGRAM NOT RUN ON INTERNAL COMPONENTS." What does that mean? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CS Rep:  Don't worry ma'am, that's a common problem.  It means that the LOVE program is set up to run on external HEARTS but has not yet been run on your HEART.  It is one of those complicated programming things, but in non-technical terms it means you have to "LOVE" your own machine before it can "LOVE" others.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Customer:  So what should I do? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CS Rep:  Can you find the directory called SELFACCEPTANCE"?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Customer:  Yes, I have it. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CS Rep:  Excellent, you are getting good at this.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Customer:  Thank you. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CS Rep:  You're welcome.  Click on the following files and then copy them to the "MY HEART" directory:  FORGIVESELF.DOC, SELFESTEEM.TXT, REALIZEWORTH.TXT and GOODNESS.DOC. The system will overwrite any  conflicting files and begin patching any faulty programming.  Also, you need to delete SELFCRITIC.EXE from all directories, and then empty your recycle bin afterwards to make sure it is completely gone and never comes back.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Customer:  Got it.  Hey!  My HEART is filling up with really neat files. SMILE.MPG is playing on my monitor right now and it shows that WARMTH.COM, PEACE.EXE, and CONTENTMENT.COM are copying themselves all over my HEART! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CS Rep:  Then LOVE is installed and running.  You should be able to handle it from here.  One more thing before I go...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Customer:  Yes? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CS Rep:  LOVE is freeware.  Be sure to give it and its various modules to everybody you meet.  They will in turn share it with other people and they will return some really neat modules back to you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Customer:  I will.  Thank you for your help. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666461625341148807-4239387408276247632?l=storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4239387408276247632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/can-you-install-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/4239387408276247632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/4239387408276247632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/can-you-install-love.html' title='Can You Install Love?'/><author><name>Regina Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054945072293799298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/Skr_AIned_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2zbaWDx_i5I/S220/reg3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666461625341148807.post-524901157507775199</id><published>2009-09-14T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T04:12:11.720-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>The Missing Rib</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A girl in love asked her boyfriend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl (g): Tell me... who do you love most in this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy (b): You, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(g): In your heart, what am I to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(b): The boy thought for a moment and looked intently in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;and said, "You are my rib. In the Bible, it was said that God saw&lt;br /&gt;that Adam was lonely, during his sleep; God took one of Adam's&lt;br /&gt;rib and created Eve. Every man has been searching for his missing&lt;br /&gt;rib, only when you find the woman of your life; you'll no longer&lt;br /&gt;feel the lingering ache in your heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After their wedding, the couple had a sweet and happy life for a while.&lt;br /&gt;However, the youthful couple began to drift apart due to the busy schedule&lt;br /&gt;of life and the never-ending worries of daily problems....their life became&lt;br /&gt;mundane....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the challenges posed by the harsh realities of life began to gnaw away&lt;br /&gt;their dreams and love for each other... The couple began to have more&lt;br /&gt;quarrels and each quarrel became more heated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, after the quarrel, the girl ran out of the house.... At the&lt;br /&gt;opposite side of the road, she shouted, "You don't love me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy hated her childishness and out of impulse, retorted, "Maybe, it was&lt;br /&gt;a mistake for us to be together! You were never my missing rib!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, she turned quiet and stood there for a long while.... He regretted&lt;br /&gt;what he said but words spoken are like thrown away water, you can never take&lt;br /&gt;it back. With tears, she went home to pack her things and was determined in&lt;br /&gt;breaking-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before she left the house, "If I'm really not your missing rib, please let&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me go..... She continued, "It is less painful this way... let us go on our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;separate ways and search for our own partners..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Five years went by....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He never remarried but he had tried to find out about her life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;indirectly...... She had left the country and back.... She had married a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;foreigner and divorced..... He felt anguished that she never waited for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the dark and lonely night, he lit his cigarette and felt the lingering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ache in his heart. He couldn't bring himself to admit that he was missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One day, they finally met.... At the airport, a place where there were many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;reunions and good-byes.... He was going away on a business trip. She was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;standing there alone, with just the security door separating them. She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;smiled at him gently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(b): How are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(g): I'm fine. How about you... Have you found your missing rib?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(b): No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(g): I'll be flying to New York in the next flight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(b): I'll be back in 2 weeks time. Give me a call when you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;back...You know my number... Nothing has changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With a smile, she turned around and waved good-bye..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Good-bye.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One week later, he heard of her death. She had perished in New York. In the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;event that shocked the world..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Midnight..... Once again, he lit his cigarette..... And like before, he felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the lingering ache in his heart.... He finally knew, she was the missing rib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that he had carelessly broken....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes, people say things out of moments of fury..... Most often than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;not, the outcome could be disastrous and detrimental....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We vent our frustrations 99% at our loved ones.... And even though we know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that we ought to "think twice and act wisely", it's often easier said than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things happen each day, many of which are beyond our control....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let us treasure every moment and everyone in our lives....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tomorrow may never come; give and accept what you have today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/REGINE%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666461625341148807-524901157507775199?l=storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/524901157507775199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/missing-rib.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/524901157507775199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/524901157507775199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/missing-rib.html' title='The Missing Rib'/><author><name>Regina Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054945072293799298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/Skr_AIned_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2zbaWDx_i5I/S220/reg3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666461625341148807.post-1069474771053902753</id><published>2009-09-11T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T19:34:24.684-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><title type='text'>The Whisper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Recently, I heard a touching story which illustrates the power   that words have to change a life -- a power that lies right in the   hands of those reading this article. Mary had grown up knowing   that she was different from the other kids, and she hated it. She   was born with a cleft palate and had to bear the jokes and stares  of cruel children who teased her non-stop about her misshaped   lip, crooked nose, and garbled speech. With all the teasing,   Mary grew up hating the fact that she was "different". She was   convinced that no one, outside her family, could ever love her ...   until she entered Mrs. Leonard's class.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Mrs. Leonard had a warm smile, a round face, and shiny brown   hair.  While everyone in her class liked her, Mary came to love   Mrs. Leonard. In the 1950's, it was common for teachers to give   their children an annual hearing test. However, in Mary's case,   in addition to her cleft palate, she was barely able to hear out of  one ear. Determined not to let the other children have another  "difference" to point out, she would cheat on the test each year.   The "whisper test" was given by having a child walk to the   classroom door, turn sideways, close one ear with a finger, and   then repeat something which the teacher whispered. Mary turned  her bad ear towards her teacher and pretended to cover her   good ear. She knew that teachers would often say things like,   "The sky is blue," or "What color are your shoes?" But not on   that day. Surely, God put seven words in Mrs. Leonard's mouth   that changed Mary's life forever. When the "Whisper test" came,   Mary heard the words: "I wish you were my little girl."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Dads, I wish there was some way that I could communicate to   you the incredible blessing which affirming words impart to   children. I wish, too, that you could sit in my office, when I coun-  sel, and hear the terrible damage that individuals received from  not hearing affirming words--particularly affirming words from a   father.  While words from a godly teacher can melt a heart, words  from a father can powerfully set the course of a life.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;If affirming words were something rarely spoken in your home   growing up, let me give you some tips on words and phrases   that can brighten your own child's eyes and life.These words   are easy to say to any child who comes into your life. I'm proud   of you, Way to go, Bingo ... you did it, Magnificent, I knew you   could do it, What a good helper, You're very special to me, I   trust you,  What a treasure, Hurray for you, Beautiful work, You're   a real trooper, Well done, That's so creative, You make my day,   You're a joy, Give me a big hug, You're such a good listener,   You figured it out, I love you, You're so responsible, You remem-  bered, You're the best, You sure tried hard, I've got to hand it to   you, I couldn't be prouder of you, You light up my day, I'm praying   for you, You're wonderful, I'm behind you, You're so kind to your (brother/sister), You're God's special gift, I'm here for you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666461625341148807-1069474771053902753?l=storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1069474771053902753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/whisper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/1069474771053902753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/1069474771053902753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/whisper.html' title='The Whisper'/><author><name>Regina Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054945072293799298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/Skr_AIned_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2zbaWDx_i5I/S220/reg3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666461625341148807.post-3474701681433550154</id><published>2009-09-11T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T19:29:08.963-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weakness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strength'/><title type='text'>Weakness Or Strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sometimes your biggest weakness can become your biggest strength. Take, for example, the story of one 10-year-old boy who decided to study judo despite the fact that he had lost his left arm in a devastating car accident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The boy began lessons with an old Japanese judo master. The boy was doing well, so he couldn't understand why, after three months of training, the master had taught him only one move.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Sensei," the boy finally said, "shouldn't I be learning more moves?"  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"This is the only move you know, but this is the only move you'll ever need to know," the sensei replied.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Not quite understanding, but believing in his teacher, the boy kept training.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Several months later, the sensei took the boy to his first tournament. Surprising himself, the boy easily won his first two matches. The third match proved to be more difficult, but after some time, his opponent became impatient and charged; the boy deftly used his one move to win the match. Still amazed by his success, the boy was now in the finals.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;This time, his opponent was bigger, stronger, and more experienced. For a while, the boy appeared to be overmatched. Concerned that the boy might get hurt, the referee called a time-out. He was about to stop the match when the sensei intervened.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"No," the sensei insisted, "Let him continue."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Soon after the match resumed, his opponent made a critical mistake: he dropped his guard. Instantly, the boy used his move to pin him. The boy had won the match and the tournament. He was the champion.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;On the way home, the boy and sensei reviewed every move in each and every match. Then the boy summoned the courage to ask what was really on his mind.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Sensei, how did I win the tournament with only one move?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"You won for two reasons," the sensei answered. "First, you've almost mastered one of the most difficult throws in all of judo. Second, the only known defense for that move is for your opponent to grab your left arm."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The boy's biggest weakness had become his biggest strength.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666461625341148807-3474701681433550154?l=storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3474701681433550154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/weakness-or-strength.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/3474701681433550154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/3474701681433550154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/weakness-or-strength.html' title='Weakness Or Strength'/><author><name>Regina Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054945072293799298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/Skr_AIned_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2zbaWDx_i5I/S220/reg3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666461625341148807.post-9119061420050288593</id><published>2009-09-11T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T00:17:21.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acceptance'/><title type='text'>My Paintbrush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="PremiumBlogDisplay1_ContentBody1_PostPage1_ctl00_Post_Text" class="pb_blogpost_container"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I keep my paint brush with me &lt;br /&gt;Wherever I may go, &lt;br /&gt;In case I need to cover up &lt;br /&gt;So the real me doesn't show. &lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid to show you me, &lt;br /&gt;Afraid of what you'll do - that &lt;br /&gt;You might laugh or say mean things. &lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I might lose you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I'd like to remove all my paint coats &lt;br /&gt;To show you the real, true me, &lt;br /&gt;But I want you to try and understand, &lt;br /&gt;I need you to accept what you see. &lt;br /&gt;So if you'll be patient and close your eyes, &lt;br /&gt;I'll strip off all my coats real slow. &lt;br /&gt;Please understand how much it hurts &lt;br /&gt;To let the real me show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Now &lt;premium&gt;my coats are all stripped off. &lt;br /&gt;I feel naked, bare and cold, &lt;br /&gt;And if you still love me with all that you see, &lt;br /&gt;You are my friend, pure as gold. &lt;br /&gt;I need to save my paint brush, though, &lt;br /&gt;And hold it in my hand, &lt;br /&gt;I want to keep it handy &lt;br /&gt;In case someone doesn't understand. &lt;br /&gt;So please protect me, my dear friend &lt;br /&gt;And thanks for loving me true, &lt;br /&gt;But please let me keep my paint brush with me &lt;br /&gt;Until I love me, too. &lt;/premium&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;By Davd, Wizard of Oz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/666461625341148807-9119061420050288593?l=storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/9119061420050288593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-paintbrush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/9119061420050288593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/9119061420050288593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-paintbrush.html' title='My Paintbrush'/><author><name>Regina Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054945072293799298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/Skr_AIned_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2zbaWDx_i5I/S220/reg3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666461625341148807.post-9046638980260064241</id><published>2009-09-11T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T00:10:32.835-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappointments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unconditional love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>Unconditional Love Is The Answer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There was a time in my life I became afraid to love. Because all those times I fell in love, I got hurt. I thought maybe that's why it's called "falling" in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I would give my all, loving deeply and wholeheartedly. It would be a truly emotional, extremely euphoric experience. I would dream about the object of my affection all day and all night, imagining good times together, thinking of what I can do or give him to show how much I cared. I would feel light as a feather, energized and excited, literally blooming with the joy I felt inside. Then somehow something would go wrong and my whole world would crash. Disappointment. Resentment. Anger. Pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why? Can we not love without pain? Is disappointment really a price to pay for all the happiness we feel when we're in love? Should we blindly accept that because we love we get hurt? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;premium&gt;&lt;/premium&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was only after many years of soul-searching and internalizing inspirational writings that I discovered that I can love without getting hurt. I finally understood that unconditional love was the answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love is one of the most powerful forces in the universe. It is the fire that burns inside, the essence of being. Love is the source of all our comfort and contentment. It is a precious gift that defines our purpose in life. If we keep in mind that we can indeed preserve its true meaning, we can love to the fullest and be happy the rest of our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Accept that people express love in different ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;How do YOU express your love? You say "I love you" three times a day, you kiss and embrace him every chance you get, you never forget your anniversaries, and you always prepare his favorite dishes. How does HE express his love? He rarely says "I love you", he seldom kisses you, he forgets your birthday, and he doesn't even try to cook. But he works overtime, walks the dog, helps you with the laundry, takes you to the movies, and calls you "Honey". He probably loves you as much as you love him, he just shows it differently. If you can accept that difference then you can have a healthier perspective of your relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Derive happiness from giving love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When you love, do it because you want to. There is indescribable joy in loving. Just give it. And cherish the satisfaction in having given someone something of yourself. It's like giving a gift. Whether it is appreciated or not, find joy in simply giving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love without expecting anything in return. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now this is where pain comes in: when you demand something in return for the love you give. You are actually setting yourself up for disappointment because love cannot always be reciprocal. Love between two people can never be of the same intensity at the same time and place. No matter how much your partner loves you, she will never be able to fill all your needs all the time. And you are worst off if you believe you should love only when you are sure to receive equal love in return. Sad to say, you will be waiting in misery forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The past is gone and the future is just a dream. All of yesterday's aches and pains, even the joys and laughter, are mere memories. Let them go. And your fantasies and worries? They may never come. So why dwell on them? Live now. Give love now. Do it now and enjoy the moment. That is the secret of inner contentment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Throw away those destructive habits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When you insist upon yourself that you always have to be in control, that you always have to be right, that others must always please you, you mold unreasonable expectations of yourself and the ones you love. Loving relationships are flexible, dynamic, and evolving. Give room for change and interaction. Allow for new behavior and learning experiences. When we welcome these into our lives, we open ourselves up to love and affection rather than anger and frustration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes, you will say that unconditional love is easier said than done. Especially when we have always believed that love is give and take. Try believing that love is simply giving. They say "Give until it hurts". Let's say "Love until it hurts no more". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666461625341148807-9046638980260064241?l=storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/9046638980260064241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/unconditional-love-is-answer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/9046638980260064241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/9046638980260064241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/unconditional-love-is-answer.html' title='Unconditional Love Is The Answer'/><author><name>Regina Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054945072293799298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/Skr_AIned_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2zbaWDx_i5I/S220/reg3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666461625341148807.post-450191220185972706</id><published>2009-09-10T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T00:02:19.892-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Most Beautiful Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="PremiumBlogDisplay1_ContentBody1_PostPage1_ctl00_Post_Text" class="pb_blogpost_container"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine." The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing. &lt;premium&gt;&lt;/premium&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The people stared ­ "How can he say his heart is more beautiful?" they thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Yes," said the old man, "Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges - giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;They embraced and walked away side by side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/666461625341148807-450191220185972706?l=storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/450191220185972706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/most-beautiful-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/450191220185972706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/450191220185972706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/most-beautiful-heart.html' title='The Most Beautiful Heart'/><author><name>Regina Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054945072293799298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/Skr_AIned_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2zbaWDx_i5I/S220/reg3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666461625341148807.post-4038137806812864123</id><published>2009-09-10T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:51:39.808-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinoy jokes'/><title type='text'>Pinoy Jokes (Part II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="PremiumBlogDisplay1_ContentBody1_PostPage1_ctl00_Post_Text" class="pb_blogpost_container"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUAN: Pare, ang bilis kong nabuo 'tong puzzle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEDRO: Talaga? Gaano kabilis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUAN: 5 months!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEDRO: Tagal naman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUAN: Tagal ba 'yun? Nakalagay nga dito: "for 3 years &amp;amp; up"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;premium&gt;&lt;/premium&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Dodong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sa susunod anak, Nido non-fat na lang ang ipadala mo sa tatang mo. Nasisira kasi ang tiyan niya sa pinadala mong Nivea Moisturing Milk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nagmamahal - Nanay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mister: Kung gagawa ako ng pelikula, gusto ko, ako si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ZORRO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Misis: E ako, sino?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mister: Si DACOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Misis: Dacos? Sino 'yun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mister: DA COS of all my ZORROs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;tae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;pasyente:dok anu ba ang gagawin ko kc pag kumain ako ng duhat duhat ang tinataae ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;dok:bakit ganun hindi yata maganda yan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;pasyente:oo dok hindi na normal to dok,pag kumain ako ng saging saging ang tinatae ko,pag santol kinain ko santol din ang tinatae,misan langka kinain ko dok langka ang tinataae ko dok hirap na ako anu ba gagawin ko dok????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;dok:madali lang yan kumain ka ng tae para tae ang itae mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;silly question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;an Elephant ask the Camel! "why do u hev ur boobs on your back?" d camel laugh and replied,, " what a silly question from someone with a big penis on his Face!?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;panaginip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;pare 1:sama ng panaginip ko pare kagabi..lahat daw ng bulsa ko may pera nagising ako kinapa ko wala naman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;pare 2: ano masama doon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;pare 1: nanaginip ulit ako eh..natae daw ako sa salawal ko..sabi ko panaginip lang kaya wala yon..kinapa ko meron!! tang na..pag pera wala pag ebak meron!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/666461625341148807-4038137806812864123?l=storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4038137806812864123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/pinoy-jokes-part-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/4038137806812864123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/4038137806812864123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/pinoy-jokes-part-ii.html' title='Pinoy Jokes (Part II)'/><author><name>Regina Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054945072293799298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/Skr_AIned_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2zbaWDx_i5I/S220/reg3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666461625341148807.post-1515742875976773801</id><published>2009-09-10T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:35:01.831-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>Under His Wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="PremiumBlogDisplay1_ContentBody1_PostPage1_ctl00_Post_Text" class="pb_blogpost_container"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;An article in National Geographic several years ago provided a penetrating picture of God's wings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt; &lt;premium&gt;&lt;/premium&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;After a forest fire in Yellowstone National Park, forest rangers began their trek up a mountain to assess the inferno's damage. One ranger found a bird literally petrified in ashes, perched statuesquely on the ground at the base of a tree. Somewhat sickened by the eerie sight, he knocked over the bird with a stick. When he struck it, three tiny chicks scurried from under their dead mother's wings. The loving mother, keenly aware of impending disaster, had carried her offspring to the base of the tree and had gathered them under her wings, instinctively knowing that the toxic smoke would rise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;She could have flown to safety but had refused to abandon her babies. When the blaze had arrived and the heat had scorched her small body, the mother had remained steadfast. Because she had been willing to die, those under the cover of her wings would live. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/666461625341148807-1515742875976773801?l=storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1515742875976773801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/under-his-wings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/1515742875976773801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/1515742875976773801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/under-his-wings.html' title='Under His Wings'/><author><name>Regina Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054945072293799298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/Skr_AIned_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2zbaWDx_i5I/S220/reg3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666461625341148807.post-5843950431984553112</id><published>2009-09-10T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:40:28.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><title type='text'>A Story Of Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="PremiumBlogDisplay1_ContentBody1_PostPage1_ctl00_Post_Text" class="pb_blogpost_container"&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;of the world outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;premium&gt;&lt;/premium&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene. One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days and weeks passed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for himself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Epilogue. . . .There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled. If you want to feel rich, just count all of the things you have that money can't buy. "Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/666461625341148807-5843950431984553112?l=storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5843950431984553112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/story-of-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/5843950431984553112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/5843950431984553112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/story-of-hope.html' title='A Story Of Hope'/><author><name>Regina Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054945072293799298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/Skr_AIned_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2zbaWDx_i5I/S220/reg3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666461625341148807.post-202851458933572129</id><published>2009-09-10T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:27:03.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;" id="PremiumBlogDisplay1_ContentBody1_PostPage1_ctl00_Post_Text" class="pb_blogpost_container"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;As you go through life, don't forget to KISS (Keep It Simple, Stupid!) Don't complicate your life, your relationships, your lifestyle. Simple is beautiful, right?&lt;br /&gt;Make your life simple and peaceful by keeping these attitudes in mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;premium&gt;&lt;/premium&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Gr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;atitude for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; the past. Be grateful for everything and everyone, good or bad, in your past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust in the future. Learn to surrender all your plans and worries to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love in the present. Do your best now, and you will have no regrets about the past, and no worries about the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/666461625341148807-202851458933572129?l=storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/202851458933572129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/kiss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/202851458933572129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/202851458933572129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/kiss.html' title='Kiss'/><author><name>Regina Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054945072293799298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/Skr_AIned_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2zbaWDx_i5I/S220/reg3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666461625341148807.post-4449540062536649116</id><published>2009-09-10T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:23:51.492-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinoy jokes'/><title type='text'>Pinoy Jokes (Part I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="PremiumBlogDisplay1_ContentBody1_PostPage1_ctl00_Post_Text" class="pb_blogpost_container"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;arabo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;an arab was interviewed at US chekpoint &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;name pls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;arab:abdul aziz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;interviewer:sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;arab:6x a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;interviewer:i mean male or female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;arab:doesn't matter, sumtyms even camel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;interviewer:HOLY COW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;arab:yes, cow, and dogs too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;interviewer:oh dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;arab:deer? no deer! dey run fast! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;premium&gt;&lt;/premium&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;COMPLETE VERSION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Dad: Anak bili mo ko soft drinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Anak: Coke o Pepsi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Dad: Coke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Anak:Diet o Regular?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Dad: Regular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak:Bote O Can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Bote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak: 8 oz. o Litro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Punyeta! Tubig na lang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak: Natural o Mineral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Mineral!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak: Malamig o Hindi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Hampasin kaya kita ng walis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak: tambo o ting ting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Animal ka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak: Baka o Baboy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Layas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak: Ngayono bukas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Ngayon na!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak: Hatid mo ko Indi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAd: Patayin kaya kita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak:saksakin o barilin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Babarilin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak: Ulo o Tiyan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Pesteeeee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak: Ipis o Daga??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;NEWS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;1. Isang malamig na bangkay natagpuang BUHAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;2. Buntis sinaksak baby nakailag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;3. Anak sa labas pinapasok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;4. May bagyong papalapit sa pilipinas pero pilipinas lumalayo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;5. Invisible man nakita na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;6. Basurero binasura!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;7. Aso nasagasaan dalawang garapata sugatan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;8. Bading ginahasa tuwang tuwa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;9. Dalawang kalbo nagsabunutan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;10. Palaisdaan nasunog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;11. Dalawang pilay nagsipaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;12. Dalawang pipi nagsigawan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;13. Dalawang bulag nagtinginan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;14. Isang bata sinaksak walang sugat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;15. Isang bingi nakarinig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;16. Kuto napautot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;17. Rapist nirape &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/666461625341148807-4449540062536649116?l=storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4449540062536649116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/pinoy-jokes-part-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/4449540062536649116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/4449540062536649116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/pinoy-jokes-part-i.html' title='Pinoy Jokes (Part I)'/><author><name>Regina Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054945072293799298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/Skr_AIned_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2zbaWDx_i5I/S220/reg3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666461625341148807.post-3381450226730528791</id><published>2009-09-10T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:19:40.415-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='son'/><title type='text'>Scars Of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="PremiumBlogDisplay1_ContentBody1_PostPage1_ctl00_Post_Text" class="pb_blogpost_container"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Some years ago on a hot summer day in south Florida a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house. In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out the back door, leaving behind shoes, socks, and shirt as he went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He flew into the water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, an alligator was swimming toward the shore. His mother in the house was looking out the window saw the two as they got closer and closer together. In utter fear, she ran toward the water, yelling to her son as loudly as she could. Hearing her voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his mother. It was too late. Just as he reached her, the alligator reached him. From the dock, the mother grabbed her little boy by the arms just as the alligator snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war between the two. The alligator was much stronger than the mother, but the mother was much too passionate to let go. A farmer happened to drive by, heard er screams, raced from his truck, took aim and shot the alligator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;premium&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy survived. His legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack of the animal. And, on his arms, were deep scratches where his mother's fingernails dug into his flesh in her effort to hang on to the son she loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newspaper reporter, who interviewed the boy after the trauma, asked if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his pant legs. And then, with obvious pride, he said to the reporter, "But look at my arms. I have great scars on my arms, too. I have them because my Mom wouldn't let go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars, too. Not from an alligator, but the scars of a painful past. Some of those scars are unsightly and have caused us deep regret. But, some wounds, my friend, are because God has refused to let go. In the midst of your struggle. He's been there holding on to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Scripture teaches that God loves you. You are a child of God. He wants to protect you and provide for you in every way. But sometimes we foolishly wade into dangerous situations, not knowing what lies ahead. The swimming hole of life is filled with peril - and we forget that the enemy is waiting to attack. That's when the tug-of-war begins - and if you have the scars of His love on your arms be very, very grateful. He did not and will not ever let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never judge another person's scars, because you don't know how they were made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/premium&gt;&lt;/span&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/666461625341148807-3381450226730528791?l=storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3381450226730528791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/scars-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/3381450226730528791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/3381450226730528791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/scars-of-love.html' title='Scars Of Love'/><author><name>Regina Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054945072293799298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/Skr_AIned_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2zbaWDx_i5I/S220/reg3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666461625341148807.post-3591083295282609273</id><published>2009-09-10T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:16:42.942-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='richness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>A Cry For Help</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  id="PremiumBlogDisplay1_ContentBody1_PostPage1_ctl00_Post_Text" class="pb_blogpost_container" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, and all of the others, including Love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all repaired their boats and left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to persevere until the last possible moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When the island was almost sinking, Love decided to ask for help. &lt;premium&gt;&lt;/premium&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, "Richness, can you take me with you?" Richness answered, "No I can't..There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place for you here." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love decided to ask Vanity, who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel, "Vanity, please help me!" "I can't help you Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat," Vanity answered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sadness was close by so Love asked for help, "Sadness let me go with you." "Oh...Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happiness passed by Love too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come Love, I will take you." It was an elder. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that he even forgot to ask the elder her name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. Love, realizing how much he owed the elder, asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who helped me?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"It was Time," Knowledge answered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is. &lt;/span&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/666461625341148807-3591083295282609273?l=storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3591083295282609273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/cry-for-help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/3591083295282609273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/3591083295282609273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/cry-for-help.html' title='A Cry For Help'/><author><name>Regina Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054945072293799298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/Skr_AIned_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2zbaWDx_i5I/S220/reg3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666461625341148807.post-680814704330779004</id><published>2009-09-10T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:12:01.987-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english jokes'/><title type='text'>Two Nuns</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" id="PremiumBlogDisplay1_ContentBody1_PostPage1_ctl00_Post_Text" class="pb_blogpost_container"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;There were two nuns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;premium&gt;&lt;/premium&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;One of them was known as Sister Mathematical (SM), and the other one was known as Sister Logical (SL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is getting dark and they are still far away from the convent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SM: Have you noticed that a man has been following us for the past thirty-eight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a half minutes? I wonder what he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SL: It's logical. He wants to rape us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SM: Oh, no! At this rate he will reach us in 15 minutes at the most?  What can we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SL: The only logical thing to do of course is to walk faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SM: It's not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SL: Of course it's not working. The man did the only logical thing. He started to walk faster, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SM: So, what shall we do? At this rate he will reach us in one minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SL: The only logical thing we can do is split. You go that way and I'll go this way. He cannot follow us both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the man decided to follow Sister Logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister Mathematical arrives at the convent and is worried about what has happened to Sister Logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sister Logical arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SM: Sister Logical! Thank God you are here!&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SL: The only logical thing happened.  The man couldn't follow us both,so he followed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SM: Yes, yes! But what happened then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SL: The only logical thing happened. I started to run as fast as I could and he started to run as fast as he could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SM: And?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SL: The only logical thing happened. He reached me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SM: Oh, dear! What did you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SL: The only logical thing to do. I lifted my dress up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SM: Oh, Sister! What did the man do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SL: The only logical thing to do. He pulled down his pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SM: Oh, no! What happened then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SL: Isn't it logical, Sister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nun with her dress up can run faster&lt;br /&gt;than man with his pants down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/666461625341148807-680814704330779004?l=storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/680814704330779004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/two-nuns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/680814704330779004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/680814704330779004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/two-nuns.html' title='Two Nuns'/><author><name>Regina Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054945072293799298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/Skr_AIned_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2zbaWDx_i5I/S220/reg3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666461625341148807.post-1834298244854378962</id><published>2009-09-10T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:09:38.056-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><title type='text'>Now, Not Later</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="PremiumBlogDisplay1_ContentBody1_PostPage1_ctl00_Post_Text" class="pb_blogpost_container"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;I would like to share with you a beautiful poem I read which sums up the urgency of loving now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;premium&gt;&lt;/premium&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;One Little Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather have one little rose&lt;br /&gt;From the garden of a friend&lt;br /&gt;Than to have the choicest flowers&lt;br /&gt;When my stay on earth must end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather have one pleasant word&lt;br /&gt;In kindness said to me&lt;br /&gt;Than flattery when my heart is still&lt;br /&gt;And life has ceased to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather have a loving smile&lt;br /&gt;From friends I know are true&lt;br /&gt;Than tears shed' round my casket&lt;br /&gt;When this world I've bid adieu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me all your flowers today&lt;br /&gt;Whether pink, or white, or red&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have one blossom now&lt;br /&gt;Than a truckload when I'm dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666461625341148807-1834298244854378962?l=storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1834298244854378962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/now-not-later.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/1834298244854378962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/1834298244854378962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/now-not-later.html' title='Now, Not Later'/><author><name>Regina Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054945072293799298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/Skr_AIned_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2zbaWDx_i5I/S220/reg3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666461625341148807.post-4299180764546642297</id><published>2009-09-10T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:58:15.956-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disobedience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>MoonLight Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-size: 130%; font-family: arial;"&gt;The story is told about Jenny who lied to her parents that she was sleeping in her friends house, and ended up in a "moonlight ride" with Jeff, her date, who was drunk, and who tried to make a pass at her. They ended up in a car accident. Jeff died, and as Jenny lay there dying, she asked the nurse to relay to the family of the two people in the other car who died that she was really sorry. And her last request to the nurse was to ask forgiveness from her Mom and Dad. The nurse just stood there so sad..because the two people who died in the other car were Jenny's Mom and Dad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/666461625341148807-4299180764546642297?l=storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4299180764546642297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/moonlight-ride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/4299180764546642297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/666461625341148807/posts/default/4299180764546642297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesoflifeloveandlaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/moonlight-ride.html' title='MoonLight Ride'/><author><name>Regina Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14054945072293799298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W9aaXncrVx4/Skr_AIned_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2zbaWDx_i5I/S220/reg3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666461625341148807.post-1766109474908910436</id><published>2009-09-10T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:54:44.036-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chain of love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helping hand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good deed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love in action'/><title type='text'>A Good Act Comes Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;He almost didn't see the old lady, stranded on the side of the road. But even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her car and go out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help her for the last hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fears can put in you. He said, "I'm here to help you ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and hurt his hands. As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. She asked him how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the things that could have happened if he had not stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan never thought twice about the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was helping someonein need, and God knows there were plenty who had given him a hand in the past. He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, "...and think of me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill of before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She has a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lady finished her meal and the waitress went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, the lady slipped right out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be, then she noticed something written on the napkins under which were four $100 bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: "You don't owe me anything, I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard. 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