<?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-8883838</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:40:39.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~* SuRpRiSeS 4 U *~</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome! As what you have see from the title, this place hold all the different kind of surprises. From poems, nice quotes, nice pictures, nice stories and more...Do check it out often. There is sure got something for everyone. :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-9112708861275204405</id><published>2008-04-27T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T01:37:25.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>Smiles and happiness,&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and love,&lt;br /&gt;Blessings that fall&lt;br /&gt;Like snow from above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft little whispers&lt;br /&gt;From angels that sing,&lt;br /&gt;Remember I'm wishing you&lt;br /&gt;All of these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When life gets you down&lt;br /&gt;And you're feeling blue,&lt;br /&gt;May hopes of happiness&lt;br /&gt;Bring smiles to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have A Super Day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-9112708861275204405?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/9112708861275204405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=9112708861275204405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/9112708861275204405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/9112708861275204405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2008/04/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-4210101325849738021</id><published>2007-11-28T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T21:59:26.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Fish...</title><content type='html'>The Japanese have always loved fresh fish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the waters close to Japan have not held many fish for decades. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to feed the Japanese population, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishing boats got bigger and went farther than ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farther the fishermen went, the longer it took to bring in the fish. If the return trip took more than a few days, the fish were not fresh. The Japanese did not like the taste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To solve this problem, fishing companies installed freezers on their boats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They would catch the fish and freeze them at sea. Freezers allowed the boats to go farther and stay longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the Japanese could taste the difference between fresh and frozen and they did not like frozen fish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frozen fish brought a lower price . So fishing companies installed fish tanks. They would catch the fish and stuff them in the tanks, fin to fin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a little thrashing around, the fish stopped moving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were tired and dull, but alive. Unfortunately, the Japanese could still taste the difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the fish did not move for days, they lost their fresh-fish taste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Japanese preferred the lively taste of fresh fish, not sluggish fish . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how did Japanese fishing companies solve this problem? How do they get fresh-tasting fish to Japan? If you were consulting the fish industry, what &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you recommend? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down for answer :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is How Japanese Fish Stay Fresh: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep the fish tasting fresh, the Japanese fishing companies still put the fish in the tanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now they add a small shark to each tank. The shark eats a few fish, but most of the fish arrive in a very lively state. The fish are challenged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you realized that some of us are also living in a pond but most of the time tired &amp; dull, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we need a Shark in our life to keep us awake and moving? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically in our lives Sharks are new challenges to keep us active and lively .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-4210101325849738021?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/4210101325849738021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=4210101325849738021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/4210101325849738021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/4210101325849738021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2007/11/fresh-fish.html' title='Fresh Fish...'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-1044312623285606348</id><published>2007-11-28T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T21:56:29.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pyramid Of Life</title><content type='html'>Use this In Your Life&lt;br /&gt;Talk-------- ------Softly&lt;br /&gt;Walk-------- -------Humbly&lt;br /&gt;Eat--------- --------- -Sensibly&lt;br /&gt;Breathe----- --------- -----Deeply&lt;br /&gt;Sleep------- --------- -----Sufficiently&lt;br /&gt;Dress------- --------- --------- --Smartly&lt;br /&gt;Act--------- --------- --------- ----Fearlessly&lt;br /&gt;Work-------- --------- --------- -------Patiently&lt;br /&gt;Think------- --------- --------- --------- -Truthfully&lt;br /&gt;Believe----- --------- --------- --------- ----Correctly&lt;br /&gt;Behave------ --------- --------- --------- -------Decently&lt;br /&gt;Learn------- --------- --------- --------- --------- -Practically&lt;br /&gt;Plan-------- --------- --------- --------- --------- -------Orderly&lt;br /&gt;Earn-------- --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- Honestly&lt;br /&gt;Save-------- --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- ---Regularly&lt;br /&gt;Spend------- --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- ----Intelligently&lt;br /&gt;Love-------- --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- ------Passionately&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-1044312623285606348?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/1044312623285606348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=1044312623285606348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/1044312623285606348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/1044312623285606348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2007/11/pyramid-of-life.html' title='Pyramid Of Life'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-9167088867713944747</id><published>2007-11-28T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T21:54:45.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Read &amp; Enjoy</title><content type='html'>If your father is a poor man, it is your fate but, if your father-in-law is a poor man, it's your stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- ---&lt;br /&gt;Practice makes perfect..... But nobody's perfect..... . so why practice?&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- ---&lt;br /&gt;If it's true that we are here to help others, then, what exactly are the others here for?&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- ---&lt;br /&gt;Since light travels faster than sound, people appear bright until you hear them speak.&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- ---&lt;br /&gt;Money is not everything. There's Mastercard &amp; Visa.&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- ---&lt;br /&gt;One should love animals. They are so tasty.&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- ---&lt;br /&gt;Save water. Shower with your girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- ---&lt;br /&gt;Love thy neighbor. But don't get caught.&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- ---&lt;br /&gt;Behind every successful man, there is a woman. And behind every unsuccessful man, there are two.&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- ---&lt;br /&gt;Every man should marry. After all, happiness is not the only thing in life.&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- ---&lt;br /&gt;The wise never marry. And when they marry they become otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- ---&lt;br /&gt;"Your future depends on your dreams" So go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- ---&lt;br /&gt;There should be a better way to start a day than waking up every morning&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- ---&lt;br /&gt;"Hard work never killed anybody" But why take the risk !&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- --&lt;br /&gt;"Work fascinates me" I can look at it for hours !&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- ---&lt;br /&gt;God made relatives; Thank God we can choose our friends.&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- ---&lt;br /&gt;The more you learn, the more you know,&lt;br /&gt;The more you know, the more you forget&lt;br /&gt;The more you forget, the less you know&lt;br /&gt;So.. why learn.&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- ---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-9167088867713944747?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/9167088867713944747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=9167088867713944747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/9167088867713944747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/9167088867713944747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-read-enjoy.html' title='Just Read &amp; Enjoy'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-1947268143175952344</id><published>2007-11-28T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T21:48:36.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart Indian's</title><content type='html'>An Indian walks into a New York City bank and asks to see the loan officer. He says he is going to Europe on business for two weeks and needs to borrow $5,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bank officer says the bank will need some kind of security for such a loan, so the man hands over the keys of a new Rolls Royce parked on the street in front of the bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is checked out,and the bank agrees to accept the car as collateral for the loan. An employee drives the Rolls into the bank's underground garage and parks it there. Two weeks later, the man returns, repays the $5,000 and the interest, which comes to $15.41.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loan officer says, "We are very happy to have had your business, and this transaction has worked out very nicely, but we are little puzzled. While you were away, we checked you out and found that u are a multimillionaire. What puzzles us is why would you bother to borrow $5,000?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Indian replied ,"Where else in New York can I park my car for two weeks for 15 bucks?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-1947268143175952344?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/1947268143175952344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=1947268143175952344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/1947268143175952344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/1947268143175952344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2007/11/smart-indians.html' title='Smart Indian&apos;s'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-4561013292798579426</id><published>2007-11-28T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T21:46:22.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Happiness?</title><content type='html'>It is not easy to define happiness. Individual preferences overtake each other’s description of the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People often ask: “where do we find happiness?” money, richness, beauty, coloures, scents, nature etc. all give us immense pleasure. God has created this&lt;br /&gt;beautiful world only to enchant the occupants. There is some pleasure, which we can drive without directing our efforts towards it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The case of nature is the best example. The only thing we need is the inclination.&lt;br /&gt;Like the ways to God, the roads to happiness are also many. To derive pleasure out of one’s life is not something that comes directly from god. It lies within&lt;br /&gt;us. What we need to rekindle this state of mind is willingness to think wisely and positively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mind is a hotbed of emotions. To have the right mix of emotions, we need a better actor in us. How to emote to get the right mix of the mindset is what&lt;br /&gt;matters. Simple things can add colour to our disenchanted life if we have the time to pause and think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of anything cannot make one happy. But having this plenty disbursed to the have-nots make us feel the joy of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two neighbours. One was rich and the other the poor. Both were preparing for Diwali. The rich man decorated his house elaborately and illuminated it&lt;br /&gt;with lights. The poor man only lit a diya at the entrance of his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were both intimated by god that he would visit them on New year. The rich man was happy that he had outdone his neighbour. The poor man was happy that his&lt;br /&gt;diya was glowing in the darkness and that its light had a divine touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, God came to settle their claims. His attention was first drawn to the single&lt;br /&gt;diya that had lit up an entire dark patch. God was attracted to this and did not even look at the brightly-lit house on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The verdict was clear. We all yearn for happiness. Having plenty does not necessarily guarantee happiness. So don’t wait for heaven to come to you. Make efforts to steer your mind to a state of happiness by sharing the little you&lt;br /&gt;have. Even a single lamp can cheer up a completely dark area. Light it and you will find happiness shining there in your inner self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-4561013292798579426?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/4561013292798579426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=4561013292798579426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/4561013292798579426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/4561013292798579426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2007/11/whats-happiness.html' title='What&apos;s Happiness?'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-112410122517924491</id><published>2005-08-15T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T18:20:25.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I wish you a day of ordinary miracles----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fresh pot of coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you didn't make yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An unexpected phone call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from an old friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green stoplights on your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;way to work or shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you a day of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little things to rejoice in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fastest line at the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good sing along song on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your keys right where you look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you a day of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happiness and perfection--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you little bite-size pieces of perfection&lt;br /&gt;that give you the funny feeling&lt;br /&gt;that the Lord is smiling on you,&lt;br /&gt;holding you so gently&lt;br /&gt;because you are someone special and rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish You a day of Peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness and Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember&lt;br /&gt;to Make the Time for yourself&lt;br /&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-112410122517924491?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/112410122517924491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=112410122517924491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/112410122517924491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/112410122517924491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/08/bear.html' title='Bear'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-112410065074948430</id><published>2005-08-15T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T18:10:50.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Once Asked Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Someone asked me once about people online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't I find it silly to call them friends of mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pondered the thought for a little while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and slung 'em a story with a huge smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up in the mornin, I'll tell ya what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I race to my computer to check my mail, it's perfectly true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open each and everyone and reply with tender care;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe just a a line or two to let 'em know I'm there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen strange things, been so many places,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have even seen a few of their online faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter beans to me that they are far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meetin' them has surely brightened up my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've shared a morning coffee and at times we've shed a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been there for each other; even played cards and drank a beer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are just as real to me as you are standing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are always here for me with lots of love and care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing online has taught me; something I'll never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot of great people out there on the net!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you be friends with someone you've never met?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll smile and tell them, "You've never been online I bet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can find me silly if that's what ya wanna do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I care for them every bit as much as I care for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Author Unknown~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-112410065074948430?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/112410065074948430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=112410065074948430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/112410065074948430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/112410065074948430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/08/someone-once-asked-me.html' title='Someone Once Asked Me'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-112410051747792886</id><published>2005-08-15T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T18:09:33.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Smile! It's a sign of happiness&lt;br /&gt;just like a wink is a sign of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the different faces,&lt;br /&gt;a smile will make the most friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile to the left, smile to the right,&lt;br /&gt;then smile with all your might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance throughout the day&lt;br /&gt;with a smile on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile will turn your personality&lt;br /&gt;into a sweet treat for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your smile even&lt;br /&gt;when life gets goofy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile and just jump over&lt;br /&gt;the rough spots of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're feeling silly&lt;br /&gt;and full of fun.........SMILE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang on in the turns of life&lt;br /&gt;with a big ol' smile on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gentle face that has a smile "halo",&lt;br /&gt;will sprinkle chuckles in the lives of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take that ol' boring expression and&lt;br /&gt;smile.........and then........smile some more !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;THAT BIG OL ' SMILE&lt;br /&gt;OF YOURS WILL MAKE&lt;br /&gt;YOU HAPPY TOO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-112410051747792886?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/112410051747792886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=112410051747792886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/112410051747792886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/112410051747792886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/08/smile.html' title='Smile!'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-112410025231093628</id><published>2005-08-15T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T18:09:18.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things You Need!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;A two minute read.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this story, and&lt;br /&gt;follow the recommendation at&lt;br /&gt;the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking&lt;br /&gt;down life's highway&lt;br /&gt;many years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came upon a&lt;br /&gt;sign that read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavens Grocery Store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got a&lt;br /&gt;little closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the doors swung&lt;br /&gt;open wide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I came&lt;br /&gt;to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was standing&lt;br /&gt;inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a host of&lt;br /&gt;angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were&lt;br /&gt;standing everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One handed me a&lt;br /&gt;basket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and said "My&lt;br /&gt;child shop with care."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything a&lt;br /&gt;human needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was in that&lt;br /&gt;grocery store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what you&lt;br /&gt;could not carry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you could come&lt;br /&gt;back for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I got some&lt;br /&gt;Patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love was in that&lt;br /&gt;same row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further down was&lt;br /&gt;Understanding,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you need that&lt;br /&gt;everywhere you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a box or&lt;br /&gt;two of Wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Faith a bag&lt;br /&gt;or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Charity of&lt;br /&gt;course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would need some&lt;br /&gt;of that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't miss&lt;br /&gt;the Holy Ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all over&lt;br /&gt;the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then some&lt;br /&gt;Strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Courage to&lt;br /&gt;help me run this race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My basket was&lt;br /&gt;getting full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I remembered&lt;br /&gt;I needed Grace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I chose&lt;br /&gt;Salvation for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salvation was for&lt;br /&gt;free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get&lt;br /&gt;enough of that to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started to&lt;br /&gt;the counter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to pay my grocery&lt;br /&gt;bill,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I thought I&lt;br /&gt;had everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to do the Masters&lt;br /&gt;will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I went up the&lt;br /&gt;aisle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Prayer and&lt;br /&gt;put that in,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I knew when I&lt;br /&gt;stepped outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would run into&lt;br /&gt;sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and Joy&lt;br /&gt;were plentiful,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last things&lt;br /&gt;on the shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song and Praise&lt;br /&gt;were hanging near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I just helped&lt;br /&gt;myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I said to&lt;br /&gt;the angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now how much do&lt;br /&gt;I owe?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled and&lt;br /&gt;said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just take them&lt;br /&gt;everywhere you go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I asked&lt;br /&gt;"Really now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much do I&lt;br /&gt;owe?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My child" he&lt;br /&gt;said, "God paid your bill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a long long time&lt;br /&gt;ago."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem has&lt;br /&gt;been sent to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love and for&lt;br /&gt;good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It originated in&lt;br /&gt;the Netherlands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and has been&lt;br /&gt;around the world 9 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The luck has now&lt;br /&gt;come to you and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will receive&lt;br /&gt;good luck in the mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;within six days&lt;br /&gt;of receiving this letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;providing you&lt;br /&gt;sent it out to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not send money&lt;br /&gt;as this message&lt;br /&gt;has no price. Do&lt;br /&gt;not keep this letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but send it on to&lt;br /&gt;someone who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needs good luck.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, good luck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-112410025231093628?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/112410025231093628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=112410025231093628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/112410025231093628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/112410025231093628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/08/things-you-need.html' title='Things You Need!'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-112410011439072050</id><published>2005-08-15T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T18:01:54.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Time passes.&lt;br /&gt;Life happens.&lt;br /&gt;Distance separates.&lt;br /&gt;Children grow up.&lt;br /&gt;Jobs come and go.&lt;br /&gt;Love waxes and wanes.&lt;br /&gt;Men don't call when they say they will.&lt;br /&gt;Hearts break.&lt;br /&gt;Parents die.&lt;br /&gt;Colleagues forget favors.&lt;br /&gt;Careers end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT...........&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends are there, no matter how much time and how many miles are between you.&lt;br /&gt;A girlfriend is never farther away than needing her can reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have to walk that lonesome valley and you have to walk it by yourself, your girlfriends will be on the valley's rim, cheering you on, praying for you, pulling for you, intervening on your behalf, and waiting with open arms at the valley's end. Sometimes, they will even break the rules and walk beside you. Or come in and carry you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends, daughters, daughter-in-laws, sisters, sisters-in-law, mother, mother-in-law, aunties, nieces, cousins, and extended family, bless our life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world wouldn't be the same without them, and neither would I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we began this adventure called womanhood, we had no idea of the incredible joys or sorrows that lay ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor did we know how much we would need each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-112410011439072050?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/112410011439072050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=112410011439072050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/112410011439072050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/112410011439072050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/08/journey.html' title='Journey'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-112409968279515217</id><published>2005-08-15T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T17:55:28.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules to live by...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;1. Wake Up !!&lt;br /&gt;Decide to have a good day.&lt;br /&gt;"Today is the day the Lord hath made;&lt;br /&gt;let us rejoice and be glad in it."&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 118:24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Dress Up !!&lt;br /&gt;The best way to dress up is to put on a smile.&lt;br /&gt;A smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks.&lt;br /&gt;"The Lord does not look at the things man looks at.&lt;br /&gt;Man looks at outward appearance;&lt;br /&gt;but the Lord looks at the heart."&lt;br /&gt;I Samuel 16:7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Shut Up!!&lt;br /&gt;Say nice things and learn to listen.&lt;br /&gt;God gave us two ears and one mouth, so He must have meant&lt;br /&gt;for us to do twice as much listening as talking.&lt;br /&gt;"He who guards his lips guards his soul."&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 13:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Stand Up!!...&lt;br /&gt;For what you believe in.&lt;br /&gt;Stand for something or you will fall for anything..&lt;br /&gt;"Let us not be weary in doing good; for at the proper time,&lt;br /&gt;we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good..."&lt;br /&gt;Galatians 6:9-10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Look Up !!...&lt;br /&gt;To the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;"I can do everything through Christ who strengthens me."&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 4:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Reach Up !!...&lt;br /&gt;For something higher.&lt;br /&gt;"Trust in the Lord with all your heart,&lt;br /&gt;and lean not unto your own understanding.&lt;br /&gt;In all your ways, acknowledge Him,&lt;br /&gt;and He will direct your path."&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 3:5-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Lift Up !!...&lt;br /&gt;Your Prayers.&lt;br /&gt;"Do not worry about anything;&lt;br /&gt;instead PRAY ABOUT&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING."&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 4:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was mighty special, just like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this on and brighten someone's day, and remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God answers Knee-Mail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-112409968279515217?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/112409968279515217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=112409968279515217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/112409968279515217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/112409968279515217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/08/rules-to-live-by.html' title='Rules to live by...'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-111581885041091758</id><published>2005-05-11T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T21:40:50.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dare to Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Everybody Knows:&lt;br /&gt;You can't be all things to all people.&lt;br /&gt;You can't do all things at once.&lt;br /&gt;You can't do all things equally well.&lt;br /&gt;You can't do all things better than everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;Your humanity is showing just like everyone else's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So:&lt;br /&gt;You have to find out who you are, and be that.&lt;br /&gt;You have to decide what comes first, and do that.&lt;br /&gt;You have to discover your strengths, and use them.&lt;br /&gt;You have to learn not to compete with others,&lt;br /&gt;Because no one else is in the contest of *being you*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then:&lt;br /&gt;You will have learned to accept your own uniqueness.&lt;br /&gt;You will have learned to set priorities and make decisions.&lt;br /&gt;You will have learned to live with your limitations.&lt;br /&gt;You will have learned to give yourself the respect that is due.&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be a most vital mortal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dare To Believe:&lt;br /&gt;That you are a wonderful, unique person.&lt;br /&gt;That you are a once-in-all-history event.&lt;br /&gt;That it's more than a right, it's your duty, to be who you are.&lt;br /&gt;That life is not a problem to solve, but a gift to cherish.&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be able to stay one up on what used to get you down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Author Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-111581885041091758?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/111581885041091758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=111581885041091758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111581885041091758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111581885041091758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/05/dare-to-believe.html' title='Dare to Believe'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-111572482228601625</id><published>2005-05-10T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T19:33:42.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you send this to just one person, it should make it all the way&lt;br /&gt;around the world by Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's okay honey, Mommy's here." Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can't be comforted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors. And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the grandmothers who wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat. For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then read it again. "Just one more time "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home -- or even away at college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for all the step-mothers who raised another woman's child or children, and gave their time, attention, and love... sometimes totally unappreciated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it in her heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby? The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when you just want to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home? Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation... And mature mothers learning to let go. For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers. Single mothers and married mothers. Mothers with money, mothers without. This is for you all. For all of us. Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best we can. Tell them every day that we love them. And pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pass along to all the Moms in your life. "Home is what catches you when you fall - and we all fall." Please pass this on to a wonderful mother you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-111572482228601625?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/111572482228601625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=111572482228601625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111572482228601625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111572482228601625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/05/mothers.html' title='Mothers'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-111572444867213587</id><published>2005-05-10T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T19:27:28.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women Are Wonderful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;They smile when they want to scream.&lt;br /&gt;They sing when they want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;They cry when they are happy and&lt;br /&gt;laugh when they are nervous.&lt;br /&gt;They fight for what they believe in.&lt;br /&gt;They stand up for injustice.&lt;br /&gt;They don't take "NO" for an answer when&lt;br /&gt;they believe there is a better solution.&lt;br /&gt;They go without new shoes so their children can have them.&lt;br /&gt;They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.&lt;br /&gt;They love unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;They cry when their children excel and cheer when&lt;br /&gt;their friends get awards.&lt;br /&gt;They are happy when they hear about a birth&lt;br /&gt;or a new marriage.&lt;br /&gt;Their hearts break when a friend dies.&lt;br /&gt;They have sorrow at the loss of a family member, yet they&lt;br /&gt;are strong when they think there is no strength left.&lt;br /&gt;They know that a hug and kiss can heal a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;Women come in all sizes, in all colors and shapes.&lt;br /&gt;They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show how&lt;br /&gt;much they care about you.&lt;br /&gt;The heart of a woman is what makes the world spin!&lt;br /&gt;Women do more than just give birth.&lt;br /&gt;They bring joy and hope.&lt;br /&gt;They give compassion and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;They give moral support to their family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;Women have a lot to say and a lot to give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHERS' DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-111572444867213587?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/111572444867213587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=111572444867213587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111572444867213587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111572444867213587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/05/women-are-wonderful.html' title='Women Are Wonderful'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-111536522860332275</id><published>2005-05-06T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T15:40:28.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunny Pokey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;You put your bunny ears in,&lt;br /&gt;You put your bunny ears out,&lt;br /&gt;You put your bunny ears in,&lt;br /&gt;And you shake them all about.&lt;br /&gt;You do the Bunny-Pokey,&lt;br /&gt;And you hop yourself around-&lt;br /&gt;That's what it's all about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put your bunny nose in,&lt;br /&gt;You put your bunny nose out,&lt;br /&gt;You put your bunny nose in,&lt;br /&gt;And you shake them all about.&lt;br /&gt;You do the Bunny-Pokey,&lt;br /&gt;And you hop yourself around-&lt;br /&gt;That's what it's all about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put your bunny tail in,&lt;br /&gt;You put your bunny tail out,&lt;br /&gt;You put your bunny tail in,&lt;br /&gt;And you shake them all about.&lt;br /&gt;You do the Bunny-Pokey,&lt;br /&gt;And you hop yourself around-&lt;br /&gt;That's what it's all about!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-111536522860332275?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/111536522860332275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=111536522860332275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111536522860332275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111536522860332275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/05/bunny-pokey.html' title='Bunny Pokey'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-111536515631520317</id><published>2005-05-06T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T15:39:16.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A FRIEND AS TRUE AS YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Friendship is like a flower and grows from a seed,&lt;br /&gt;That is planted in hearts with a mutual need.&lt;br /&gt;Love is nurtured by trust...as a rose by rain,&lt;br /&gt;It puts forth its fragrance...through its joy and its pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the pretty rose which through time will decay,&lt;br /&gt;The flower of friendship grows sweeter everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Its perfume I savor 'cause true friends are so few,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful to have a friend as true as you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-111536515631520317?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/111536515631520317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=111536515631520317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111536515631520317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111536515631520317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/05/friend-as-true-as-you.html' title='A FRIEND AS TRUE AS YOU'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-111536511145278826</id><published>2005-05-06T15:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T13:13:24.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDS ARE OUR ANGELS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;HERE ON EARTH FRIENDLY ANGEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend...we have not known each other very long,&lt;br /&gt;But I do know that our friendship can not be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;God brings people into our lives for a reason,&lt;br /&gt;To help each other...to be friends for all seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are a gift from God...they are a real treasure,&lt;br /&gt;And friends bring into our lives so much true pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;You are a friend so very true and very rare,&lt;br /&gt;I will cherish your friendship as our lives we share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends do care for each other to the very end,&lt;br /&gt;Love...care...respect...honesty...that makes a true friend.&lt;br /&gt;You are worth so much...your friendship I would not sell,&lt;br /&gt;You truly are my very own...Friendly Angel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-111536511145278826?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/111536511145278826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=111536511145278826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111536511145278826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111536511145278826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/05/friends-are-our-angels.html' title='FRIENDS ARE OUR ANGELS'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-111536504813235610</id><published>2005-05-06T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T15:37:28.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDS TO THE END</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;You'll always be in my heart every day,&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you ever do or say.&lt;br /&gt;That will not ever change...just look at me...&lt;br /&gt;You'll see my love shining...it'll always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask nothing of me...nothing but love,&lt;br /&gt;I ask for love like God gives from above.&lt;br /&gt;We don't ask much...but we give much...that's true,&lt;br /&gt;We are making happy memories too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I create a real sense of worth,&lt;br /&gt;In our own garden of heaven on earth.&lt;br /&gt;We let each other be free...free to grow...&lt;br /&gt;In a loving friendship we truly know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dear...there's no commitment that we've made,&lt;br /&gt;But you always know...the truth will not fade.&lt;br /&gt;The truth is...that you're my forever friend,&lt;br /&gt;I gave you my heart...we're friends to the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©ANGEL EVE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-111536504813235610?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-111536500940165236</id><published>2005-05-06T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T15:36:49.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDSHIP NEVER EVER ENDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When we met...we were strangers...you and I,&lt;br /&gt;I've found a friend...as true blue as the sky.&lt;br /&gt;In heaven...I hope we meet...my dear friend,&lt;br /&gt;Because true friendship...never...ever ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-111536500940165236?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/111536500940165236/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-111536488642123516</id><published>2005-05-06T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T13:13:46.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;There are many treasures in life...we recognize so few,&lt;br /&gt;There is power and money with which to buy things brand new.&lt;br /&gt;But yet...you can be wealthy and you can feel regal too,&lt;br /&gt;You just have to strive to look for the treasures within you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the treasures in this life really are not hard to find,&lt;br /&gt;Just look so very deep in your heart...your soul...and your mind.&lt;br /&gt;You truly need to be willing to share what is within,&lt;br /&gt;When you do these things...your search for riches will surely end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joy and the laughter...along with the smile that you bring,&lt;br /&gt;And then the heart will be unafraid to love and to sing.&lt;br /&gt;There is always a hand willing to help others in need,&lt;br /&gt;There are those ready to reach out...to labor and to feed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for sharing your great gifts that are inside,&lt;br /&gt;For your caring...your cheering...the hug for the one who cried.&lt;br /&gt;You give of your energy...lots of encouragement too,&lt;br /&gt;Most of all...thanks for sharing the treasures that are in you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-111536488642123516?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/111536488642123516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;one old love she can imagine going back to and one who reminds her how far she has come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own even if she never wants to or needs to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something perfect to wear if the employer or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a youth she's content to leave behind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to retelling it in her old age...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a set of screwdrivers, cordless drill, and a black lace bra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one friend who always makes her laugh... and one who lets her cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal that will make her guests feel honored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a feeling of control over her destiny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to fall in love without losing herself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to quit a job, break up with a lover, and confront a friend without ruining the friendship... and how to change a tire!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when to try harder... and when to walk away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that she can't change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that her childhood may not have been perfect...but its over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;what she would and wouldn't do for love or more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to live alone... even if she doesn't like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whom she can trust, whom she can't, and why she shouldn't take it personally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where to go...be it to her best friend's kitchen table..or a charming inn in the woods...when her soul needs soothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what she can and can't accomplish in a day...a month...and a year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SEND THIS TO 3 WOMEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will have good luck for an entire day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SEND THIS TO 6 WOMEN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will have good luck for all of the year. but if nothing else... know that you are truly loved and thought of by the friend who sent this to you...and that she only wishes the best for you and your life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-111254159735136742?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/111254159735136742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=111254159735136742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111254159735136742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111254159735136742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/04/woman-should-have.html' title='A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-111194281442229169</id><published>2005-03-28T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T01:00:14.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Need to Know About Life I Learned from the Easter Bunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Don't put all of your eggs in one basket.&lt;br /&gt;Walk softly and carry a big carrot.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone needs a friend who is all ears.&lt;br /&gt;There's no such thing as too much candy.&lt;br /&gt;All work and no play can make you a basket case.&lt;br /&gt;A cute little tail attracts a lot of attention.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is entitled to a bad hare day.&lt;br /&gt;Let happy thoughts multiply like rabbits.&lt;br /&gt;Some body parts should be floppy.&lt;br /&gt;Keep your paws off other people's jellybeans.&lt;br /&gt;The grass is always greener in someone else's basket.&lt;br /&gt;An Easter bonnet can tame even the wildest hare.&lt;br /&gt;To show your true colors you have to come out of your shell.&lt;br /&gt;The best things in life are still sweet and gooey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-111194281442229169?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-111168191054851888</id><published>2005-03-25T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T13:14:51.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To all my friends whom I love dearly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Friends are cherished people&lt;br /&gt;whom we carry in our hearts wherever we go in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may spend a lot of time together,&lt;br /&gt;getting to know each other and sharing each others` lives,&lt;br /&gt;then have to move on to other places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter where we go in life, we always remember&lt;br /&gt;the people who loved us and helped us learn more&lt;br /&gt;about ourselves, the people who stayed by us when we had&lt;br /&gt;to face difficult times, and with whom we felt safe enough&lt;br /&gt;to reveal our true selves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are the unforgettable people we dreamed and planned&lt;br /&gt;great futures with, who accepted us as we were and&lt;br /&gt;encouraged us to become all that we wanted to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-111168191054851888?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/111168191054851888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=111168191054851888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111168191054851888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111168191054851888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/03/to-all-my-friends-whom-i-love-dearly.html' title='To all my friends whom I love dearly'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-111133984835491595</id><published>2005-03-21T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T13:15:37.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Life is beauty; appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a dream; realize it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a challenge; meet it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a duty; complete it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a game; play it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a sorrow; feel it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a song; sing it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a struggle; accept it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is an adventure; risk it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is luck; make it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a puzzle; solve it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is opportunity; take it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a song; sing it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a mission; fulfill it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is life; live it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-111133984835491595?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/111133984835491595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=111133984835491595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111133984835491595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111133984835491595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/03/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-111133893543788470</id><published>2005-03-21T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T01:15:35.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT DO ANGELS LOOK LIKE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Like the little old lady who returned your wallet yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the taxi driver who told you that your eyes light up the world, when you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the small child who showed you the wonder in simple things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the poor man who offered to share his lunch with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the rich man who showed you that it really is all possible, if only you believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the stranger who just happened to come along, when you had lost your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the friend who touched your heart, when you didn't think you had one to touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels come in all sizes and shapes, all ages and skin types.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some with freckles, some with dimples some with wrinkles, some without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come disguised as friends, enemies, teachers, students, lovers and fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't take life too seriously, they travel light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They leave no forwarding address, they ask nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are hard to find when your eyes are closed, but they are everywhere you look, when you choose to see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-111133893543788470?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/111133893543788470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=111133893543788470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111133893543788470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111133893543788470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-do-angels-look-like.html' title='WHAT DO ANGELS LOOK LIKE?'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-111114881631772188</id><published>2005-03-18T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T20:26:56.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Make The World Go Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;People come into your life for a Reason, a Season, or a Lifetime. When&lt;br /&gt;you know which one it is for a person, you will know what to do for that&lt;br /&gt;person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need&lt;br /&gt;you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to&lt;br /&gt;provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally,&lt;br /&gt;or spiritually. They may seem like a Godsend, and they are! They are there&lt;br /&gt;for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrong doing on your&lt;br /&gt;part, or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to&lt;br /&gt;bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes the y die. Sometimes they walk&lt;br /&gt;away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. What we must&lt;br /&gt;realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work&lt;br /&gt;is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered, and now it is time to&lt;br /&gt;move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has come&lt;br /&gt;to share, grow, or learn. They bring you an experience of peace, or make&lt;br /&gt;you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually&lt;br /&gt;give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it! It is real! But, only&lt;br /&gt;for a season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime le ssons: things you must build&lt;br /&gt;upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept&lt;br /&gt;the lesson, love the person, and put what you have learned to use in all&lt;br /&gt;other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind,&lt;br /&gt;but friendship is clairvoyant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a part of my life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-111114881631772188?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/111114881631772188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=111114881631772188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111114881631772188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111114881631772188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/03/friends-make-world-go-around.html' title='Friends Make The World Go Around'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-111114570930094552</id><published>2005-03-18T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T13:17:12.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOTHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;God took the wisdom of an owl...the softness of a cloud,&lt;br /&gt;The clucking of a mother hen...who scolds her chicks quite loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The imagination of a child...yet the logic of a man,&lt;br /&gt;The swiftness of an eagle...and the softness of a lamb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The uniqueness of a snow flake...and the glow of early dawn,&lt;br /&gt;The special love of mother deer to each special newborn fawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweetness of a lollipop...the beauty of a rose,&lt;br /&gt;The ability to wash a dirty face...and wipe a runny nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To bandage up a cut or ment a broken doll,&lt;br /&gt;To pick you up and love you when you slip and fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The listening ear...the encouraging word...the patience of no other...&lt;br /&gt;God put all these things together to make my special mother! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-111114570930094552?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/111114570930094552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=111114570930094552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111114570930094552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111114570930094552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/03/mother.html' title='MOTHER'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-111114561804028889</id><published>2005-03-18T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T13:17:37.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALWAYS RESURRECTED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Each of the raindrops in Heaven have a lesson for us all,&lt;br /&gt;Each one trembled in the Heavens...wondering if it should fall.&lt;br /&gt;The glistening raindrop argued with the genie of the sky,&lt;br /&gt;I am beautiful and lovely as a sparkle here on high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I hang here.I will become part of the rainbow's hue,&lt;br /&gt;I will shimmer like a diamond bright...for all the world to view.&lt;br /&gt;The genie asked the raindrop..."Why do you hesitate to go?&lt;br /&gt;You will be much more beautiful if you fall to earth below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you will sink in the soil and be lost awhile from sight,&lt;br /&gt;When you reappear on earth...you'll be looked upon with delight.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you will be known as the raindrop that quenched the thirsty ground,&lt;br /&gt;Because you helped the lovely flowers to blossom all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your resurrection...you'll appear in regal queenly clothes,&lt;br /&gt;With a beauty of the sky...and the sweet fragrance of a rose.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing ever lost or eternally neglected, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-111114561804028889?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/111114561804028889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=111114561804028889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111114561804028889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111114561804028889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/03/always-resurrected.html' title='ALWAYS RESURRECTED'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-111114483574867020</id><published>2005-03-18T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T19:20:35.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU AND I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;The priceless gift of friendship...it can not be bought or ever sold,&lt;br /&gt;Understanding friends...they are worth far more than all their weight in gold.&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate and value the true friendship you give to me,&lt;br /&gt;Faithful...true and caring friends is what you and I will always be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-111114483574867020?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/111114483574867020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=111114483574867020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111114483574867020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111114483574867020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/03/you-and-i.html' title='YOU AND I'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-111113284463071063</id><published>2005-03-18T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T16:00:44.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;You are strong&lt;br /&gt;when you take your grief and teach it to smile.&lt;br /&gt;You are brave&lt;br /&gt;when you overcome your fear and help others to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;You are happy&lt;br /&gt;when you see a flower and give it your blessing.&lt;br /&gt;You are loving&lt;br /&gt;when your own pain does not blind you to the pain of others.&lt;br /&gt;You are wise&lt;br /&gt;when you know the limits of your wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;You are true&lt;br /&gt;when you admit there are times you fool yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You are alive&lt;br /&gt;when tomorrow's hope means more to you than yesterday's mistake.&lt;br /&gt;You are growing&lt;br /&gt;when you know what you are but not what you will become.&lt;br /&gt;You are free&lt;br /&gt;when you are in control of yourself and do not wish to&lt;br /&gt;control others.&lt;br /&gt;You are honorable&lt;br /&gt;when you find your honor is to honor others.&lt;br /&gt;You are generous&lt;br /&gt;when you can take as sweetly as you can give.&lt;br /&gt;You are humble&lt;br /&gt;when you do not know how humble you are.&lt;br /&gt;You are thoughtful&lt;br /&gt;when you see me just as I am and treat me just as you are.&lt;br /&gt;You are merciful&lt;br /&gt;when you forgive in others the faults you condemn in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You are beautiful&lt;br /&gt;when you don't need a mirror to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;You are rich&lt;br /&gt;when you never need more than what you have.&lt;br /&gt;You are you&lt;br /&gt;when you are at peace with who you are not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-111113284463071063?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/111113284463071063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=111113284463071063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111113284463071063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111113284463071063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/03/you-are.html' title='You Are'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-111113260989119402</id><published>2005-03-18T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T15:56:49.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Our friends are like angels,&lt;br /&gt;who brighten our days.&lt;br /&gt;In all kinds of wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;Magical ways.&lt;br /&gt;Their thoughtfulness comes,&lt;br /&gt;As a gift from above.&lt;br /&gt;And we feel we're surrounded,&lt;br /&gt;By warm, caring love.&lt;br /&gt;Like upside-down rainbows,&lt;br /&gt;Their smiles bring the sun.&lt;br /&gt;And they fill ho-hum moments,&lt;br /&gt;With laughter and fun.&lt;br /&gt;Friends are like angels,&lt;br /&gt;Without any wings.&lt;br /&gt;Blessing our lives,&lt;br /&gt;With the most precious things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-111113260989119402?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/111113260989119402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=111113260989119402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111113260989119402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111113260989119402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/03/precious.html' title='Precious'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-111113211383082234</id><published>2005-03-18T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T15:48:33.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOGETHER…LET’S GROW OLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;As we grow older…you grow more special each and every day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have grown accustomed to each other…we are here to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love for each other flies as freely as a pretty lark,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we have lost some of our vitality and spark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have grown more precious…so much sweeter with each passing year,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you…I’ll never leave you…of that you don’t have to fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these years and you’re still the only man that can melt my heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve seen each other through good and bad…our love will not depart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re extremely lucky to have each other to always love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were given to each other by God in heaven above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brought us together and He has kept us together too,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have shared and we have cared…we’ve been companions…me and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gift of love is the very best thing we did acquire,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love remains forever…even though we’ve lost the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the body has headed south and we show wrinkles of time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together each ocean we will cross…each mountain we will climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you are the only person I want in my life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m proud and happy that you’re my husband and I am your wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love for each other is strong and warm…it is never cold,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best is yet to come…so Darling…together…let’s grow old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-111113211383082234?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/111113211383082234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=111113211383082234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111113211383082234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111113211383082234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/03/togetherlets-grow-old.html' title='TOGETHER…LET’S GROW OLD'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-111079542211728266</id><published>2005-03-14T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T13:18:23.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Forget about the days when its been cloudy,&lt;br /&gt;but don't forget your hours in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the times you've been defeated,&lt;br /&gt;but don't forget the victories you've won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about mistakes that you can't change now,&lt;br /&gt;but don't forget the lessons that you've learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about misfortunes you encounter,&lt;br /&gt;but don't forget the times your luck has turned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the days when you've been lonely,&lt;br /&gt;but don't forget the friendly smiles you've seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the plans&lt;br /&gt;that didn't seem to work out right,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not forget that you have friends,&lt;br /&gt;that you can always count on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-111079542211728266?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/111079542211728266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=111079542211728266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111079542211728266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111079542211728266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/03/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-111079533929254605</id><published>2005-03-14T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T18:15:39.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipe for How To Be a Good Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1 tongue that does not slander&lt;br /&gt;1 heart, generous and kind&lt;br /&gt;1 dash of wit&lt;br /&gt;2 eyes, overlooking others&lt;br /&gt;faults&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 dash sunny disposition 2 ears, closed to gossip&lt;br /&gt;1 mind, full of tolerance&lt;br /&gt;1 large dash of smiles&lt;br /&gt;2 hands extended to help others&lt;br /&gt;1 dash of cheerfulness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blend together and form into one being&lt;br /&gt;and serve in generous portions daily to everyone you meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-111079533929254605?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/111079533929254605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=111079533929254605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111079533929254605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111079533929254605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/03/recipe-for-how-to-be-good-friend.html' title='Recipe for How To Be a Good Friend'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-111018589896929450</id><published>2005-03-07T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T16:58:18.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Says it All</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;This says it All&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distance separates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love waxes and wanes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearts break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careers end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jobs come and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleagues forget favors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men don't call when they say they will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends are there, no matter how much time and how many miles are between you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girlfriend is never farther away than needing her can reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have to walk that lonesome valley and you have to walk it for yourself, your girlfriends will be on the valley's rim, cheering you on, praying for you, pulling for you, intervening on your behalf, and waiting with open arms at the valley's end. Sometimes, they will even break the rules and walk beside you. Or come in and carry you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter, Daughter-in-laws, sisters, sisters-in-law, mother, mother-in-law, aunties, nieces, cousins, extended family, and friends bless our life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world wouldn't be the same without them, and neither would I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we began this adventure called womanhood, we had no idea of the incredible joys or sorrows that lay ahead. Nor did we know how much we would need each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day, we need each other still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this on to the women who help make your life work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-111018589896929450?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/111018589896929450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=111018589896929450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111018589896929450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111018589896929450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/03/says-it-all.html' title='Says it All'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-110870496827887478</id><published>2005-02-18T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T13:24:36.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Safety Tips For Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Please take the time to read this. I know you are smart enough to know these pointers but there will be some, where you will go "hmm I must remember that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans: if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you.... chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won't see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping, eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON'T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side, put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU GET INTO YOUR CAR, LOCK THE DOORS AND LEAVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Be aware: look around you, look into your car, at the passenger side floor, and in the back seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. Look at the car parked on the driver's side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs.(Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked "for help" into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-110870496827887478?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/110870496827887478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=110870496827887478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110870496827887478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110870496827887478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/02/safety-tips-for-women.html' title='Safety Tips For Women'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-110870447210214262</id><published>2005-02-18T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T13:27:52.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AS EYES SEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;God is a gracious and a very loving man,&lt;br /&gt;He touches everything with His almighty hand.&lt;br /&gt;He makes the world beautiful with flowers and trees,&lt;br /&gt;With the mountains, the valleys, the oceans and seas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each thing in this world is touched by the hand of God,&lt;br /&gt;Every living creature that walks upon earth's sod.&lt;br /&gt;He blesses us from heaven with the sun so fair,&lt;br /&gt;He gives rain to help us live and makes beauty rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gives rainbows after rain...for colors so grand,&lt;br /&gt;So we can enjoy all the beauties on this land.&lt;br /&gt;We can enjoy all these wonders that grow so free,&lt;br /&gt;God has given these things to us to always see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tending is required…seeds are blown in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;God's angels help all creatures themselves to defend.&lt;br /&gt;Animals graze on this great land and freely roam,&lt;br /&gt;As eyes see…hearts grasp…beauty is to each his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are given by God to help all hurts to cure,&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship and love will be unequaled for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Cultivate friendships and love continue to sow,&lt;br /&gt;As God loves and tends all things…let love truly grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-110870447210214262?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/110870447210214262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=110870447210214262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110870447210214262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110870447210214262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/02/as-eyes-see.html' title='AS EYES SEE'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-110870440991883540</id><published>2005-02-18T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T13:32:12.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AN ANGEL HAS TRULY SMILED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Children bring so much beauty into our lives...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;just like a pretty flower,&lt;br /&gt;They grow from a babe in weakness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;to a person with knowledge and power.&lt;br /&gt;These beautiful flowers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;our children.grow within the garden...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;of our God,&lt;br /&gt;They keep their eyes to the sky and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;they grow so tall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;from the clay and the sod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will grow in so much beauty and sweetness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;when given care,&lt;br /&gt;Children are like plants that are very tender and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;are so wondrously rare.&lt;br /&gt;If they are neglected they become really ragged...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;they grow so wild, Remember that this sweet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;wistful soul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;is a truly needing and loving child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You.as a gardner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;need to give each flower...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;so much tender love and care,&lt;br /&gt;Don't let them lack your attention...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;always nurture and give them all their share...&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things that they need...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;such as tender loving care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;warmth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and much light,&lt;br /&gt;To help protect them each and everyday from all things and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;from all the blight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very glad day will come when their bloom shall truly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;beautifully unfold,&lt;br /&gt;If they are nurtured...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;they'll reflect a real beauty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;a rare sweetness untold.&lt;br /&gt;In this wonderful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;beautiful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and very sensitive soul of a child,&lt;br /&gt;They will really make it seem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;upon you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;An Angel Has Truly Smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-110870440991883540?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/110870440991883540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=110870440991883540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110870440991883540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110870440991883540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/02/angel-has-truly-smiled.html' title='AN ANGEL HAS TRULY SMILED'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-110870435686906189</id><published>2005-02-18T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T13:25:56.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AN ENDLESS LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;God gave the birds the power of flight,&lt;br /&gt;Some fly in day and some in night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful it surely must be,&lt;br /&gt;For them to land in the tallest tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To soar through valleys and see below,&lt;br /&gt;The summer greens and the winter snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They never seem to have a care...&lt;br /&gt;'Cause most times their food is everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before you wish to be a bird,&lt;br /&gt;I do have some facts that should be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most birds only live such a short span,&lt;br /&gt;Unlike what God has given to man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they die their life will surely end,&lt;br /&gt;They will never be reborn again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has put a soul in each of us,&lt;br /&gt;And He only wants our love and trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as our earthly life is through,&lt;br /&gt;Our life in heaven we will ensure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please do not wish for wings to fly,&lt;br /&gt;No bird on this earth could go that high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As when God lifts our soul high above,&lt;br /&gt;And showers us with an endless love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-110870435686906189?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/110870435686906189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=110870435686906189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110870435686906189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110870435686906189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/02/endless-love.html' title='AN ENDLESS LOVE'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-110870393821419610</id><published>2005-02-18T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T21:08:25.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love is complicated...it's not as simple as roses and candlelight,&lt;br /&gt;It's a day-to-day living...taking time...making time...making life so bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is being there...with open arms and a giving heart with so much care,&lt;br /&gt;It takes work...but love is the special life that you and I will always share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/HappyTimePig-vi.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-110870393821419610?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/110870393821419610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=110870393821419610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110870393821419610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110870393821419610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/02/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-110870390027043742</id><published>2005-02-18T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T21:13:52.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE'S OUR GREATEST BLESSING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;You have a loving heart...a gentle smile...and a warm tender touch,&lt;br /&gt;You give so many things to me...but nothing means as much...&lt;br /&gt;As when you give me true inspiration...you don't let me lose hope,&lt;br /&gt;All the kind words of encouragement you give me...helps me to cope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three little words...I Love You...lets you know I will always be there...&lt;br /&gt;To hold your hand in full support of you...you are in all my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;Love is never silent...because it has so very much to say,&lt;br /&gt;Love's our greatest blessing...especially when we give it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/thismuchblinky-vi.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-110870390027043742?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/110870390027043742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=110870390027043742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110870390027043742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110870390027043742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/02/loves-our-greatest-blessing.html' title='LOVE&apos;S OUR GREATEST BLESSING'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-110864978897705881</id><published>2005-02-17T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T22:16:28.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright Ideas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;1.Soak, new, brightly colored garments in cold, salty water before laundering. The colors will stay brighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When washing colored or printed material for the first time, add one tsp. Epsom salts to one gallon of water. The material with neither fade nor run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Soaking blue jeans in 1/2 cup vinegar and two quarts water for one hour before the first washing helps prevent them from fading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When washing blue jeans, wash in cold water, put in dryer for 10 minutes or so, then fold on a wooden clothes hanger and continue to dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always turn corduroy pants inside out before washing. This will keep them lint free and they will also last longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pin socks in pairs before washing them and you won't waste time trying to match them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rub a sticky zipper with a lead pencil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rub beeswax inside and outside your zippers on boots, purses, jackets etc. to keep them running smoothly and quietly. This also removes dust and grime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To save on dry-cleaning bills, wash your wool blankets in a mild dishwasher soap or Zero on a gently cycle. Dry on air fluff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silk garments must be hand washed. Use cool water with Lux or Zero soap. When rinsing, add a bit of lanolin to restore and protect the material. Drip dry and press, using a soft cloth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Club soda is a great stain remover for clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make your own spot remover, combine two parts water with one part rubbing alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glass cleaner is a good spot remover. If you get a spot on a dress, for example, place a tissue on your hand under the spot. Give the spot a spray of glass cleaner and rub gently using another tissue on top to make the spot disappear. Reapply if necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make your own prewash spray combine 1/3 cup each of water, liquid detergent and ammonia. Mix, then store in a spray bottle. This is excellent to spray on collars, spots and stains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use vinegar to remove perspiration, grass and slight scorch stains from clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To remove stains, soak garment in baking soda and water for several hours, then wash as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dissolve your soap flakes thoroughly in water before putting into washing machine. This will eliminate powdery buildups on clothes and extra washings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To use up slivers of soap, put them in a white sock, tie a knot in the sock and toss into the washing machine. This will keep your socks whiter and save money because you use less detergent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always measure any detergent used with appropriate scoops. This prevents using an excessive amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you accidentally put too much soap in the washer, pour two tbsp. vinegar or a capful of fabric softener into the machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make certain that clothes receive a thorough rinsing, add one cup white vinegar to the rinse cycle. This will help dissolve the alkaline in soaps and detergents, plus it will give you soft sweet-smelling clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When washing clothes, use cold water for the rinse cycle. Clothes will retain their shape and color better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean your washing machine by occasionally running through the wash cycle, using warm water and vinegar. Do not put clothes in for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a whiter wash, add 1/4 cup dishwasher detergent to your load of white wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dishwasher detergent can be used to whiten sweat socks and cottons. Just add to regular washload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of bleach, use about three tsp. peroxide in your wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White socks can be white again if you soak them in boiling water to which a slice of lemon has been added. Wash as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To bleach handkerchiefs, soak 1/2 hour in sour milk and wash as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whiten lace, wash in sour milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To remove blood stains, cover stains with a paste of meat tenderizer and cold water, let stand 15-30 minutes, then sponge with cool water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To remove blood stains, dab with hydrogen peroxide. It will fizz up and the stain will disappear.&lt;br /&gt;To remove blood stains from clothing, sponge the stain with three-percent hydrogen peroxide. Let soak for a few seconds, rub then launder as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When fruit juice is spilled on a tablecloth or clothing, boil a kettle full of water and pour full kettle directly over the stain. The stain will be removed immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrub toothpaste into grass stains for removal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To remove grass stains from children's clothing and white shoes, just rub the stain well with molasses, leave overnight, then wash with soap (not detergent.) The stains will disappear like magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most grass stains can be removed with methyl alcohol. (Remember: Test colors first to see if they are affected.) If a stain remains on white material, use a mild solution of sodium perborate, chlorine bleach or hydrogen peroxide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grease and oil stains may be removed from fabric by first rubbing lard on the spots, then wash with liquid detergent. Repeat if necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put 1/4 cup Spic and Span in your wash water for each tub of clothes to help remove stains and grease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To remove grease and dirt spots, put cornstarch on grease spots and rub in. Brush off the cornstarch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greasy work clothes will wash easily if you add a bottle of cola to the detergent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To remove grease or lipstick stains, pour Mr. Clean on the stain, rub in and wash normally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To remove lipstick from linen napkins, dab on a little petroleum jelly, then wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place clothing, which has gum stuck to it, in the freezer for a couple of hours. Remove from freezer and crumble off gum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To remove ink from clothing, use a dab of toothpaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ink stains on clothes disappear when hair spray is used on them prior to washing the article as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To remove ink from any material, place a slice of raw tomato on the ink spot. It will soak up the ink and then you can wash the material as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To remove ball-point pen from dolls, use a lemon juice and salt mixture on the ink and leave in the sun for a few hours. Wipe clean.&lt;br /&gt;Wet iodine stains with water, then put baking soda on thickly and let stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To remove ring around the collar, rub shampoo on the ring and wash in the usual manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For ring around the collar use a mixture of 1/3 cup Palmolive dish soap, 1/3 cup ammonia and 1/3 cup water. Place mixture in a squeeze bottle and rub on with an old toothbrush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy a large bottle of liquid starch concentrate and mix one-part starch to one-part water and pour into a spray bottle to make your own spray starch. A light spray of starch helps prevent ring around the collar and protects against various stains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To remove rust marks from clothing, squeeze lemon juice on the spots, pat with salt and hang the garment in the sun to dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To remove tar from clothing, rub tar with lots of butter and scrub until the tar is removed. Use Spray &amp; Wash or similar product to remove the butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get rid of tea stains from a tablecloth, dab with glycerin, leave overnight and then ash in normal manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To remove candle wax, melt wax between blotters or rub with ice cubes and scrape off. Wax dye stains can be removed with alcohol or bleach in water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place water-stained fabric (curtains for example) in salted water and soak until the stain disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To remove red wine from a tablecloth, moisten spot, apply salt, let stand a moment or two and wash thoroughly as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To remove smoke odor from clothing, fill the bathtub with hot water to which a cup of or two of vinegar has been added. Hang articles of smoky clothing in the bathroom overnight, keeping the door closed. The vinegar will neutralize the smoke odor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put a drop of Nilodor in each load of laundry to eliminate all odors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To remove mildew from shower curtains, wash in a mixture of 1/2 cup bleach, one gallon water and 1/2 cup detergent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When washing plastic curtains or tablecloths, add one cup vinegar to the rinse water. The plastic will dry soft and pliable thus prolonging the life of the item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To soften still plastic pants and prolong their use, put them in a dryer with a load of towels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep your sheer curtains wrinkle free, add a package of unflavored gelatin, which has been dissolved in a copy of boiling water, to the final rinse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When washing drapes and wanting that perfect pleated effect, press, hang, open and run fingers down each individual pleat, while holding together at the bottom. Wrap a tie around the center and about two-thirds of the way down. Leave for 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use rubbing alcohol to remove ball-point pen marks on clothing and upholstery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your slipcovers are washable, place back on your furniture while still damp. They will fit better and won't require ironing because as they finish drying they conform to the shape of the furniture and stretch out the wrinkles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubbing cornmeal into a grease stain on upholstery and vacuuming it the next day will lift out the mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spruce up old stuffed nonwashable toys by placing in a bag with baking soda. Shake and brush off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean white kid gloves with flour. Just rub it into the dirt and brush it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To clean silk flowers, put flowers in a plastic bag with a couple tablespoons of salt. Shake vigorously while holding stems and bag shut. The dust will cling to the salt and the flowers will look like new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dry lingerie on a clothes line or place on a clothes hanger to dry. Heat from the dryer will ruin the elastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use half of a fabric-softening sheet for a regular-size load of laundry in the dryer. It is as effective as a full sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix two cups fabric softener with two cups water and store in covered plastic container. Dip an old facecloth in the solution and use instead of fabric softener sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lint from the dryer and the washing machine, along with other garbage collected in the laundry area, can easily be placed in the empty soap box. This saves space in the garbage and also saves on garbage bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To remove burrs from sweaters or slacks, use disposable razors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For best results when hand washing sweaters, put a capful of hair cream rinse in the final rinse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wool is weak when wet. Do not wring or rub wet wool garments. Lay the garment on a towel, roll it up and gently squeeze.&lt;br /&gt;Shrunken woolens may loosen and stretch if soaked in a hair cream rinse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To resize woolens after shrinking, dissolve one oz. Borax in one tsp. hot water and add to one gallon warm water. Immerse garment, pull gently into shape and rinse in one gallon warm water to which two tbsp. Vinegar have been added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tighten stretched sweater cuffs, dip in hot water and dry with a hair dryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn acrylic sweaters inside out when washing them to avoid getting fuzz balls on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To avoid ironing clothes, take them out of the dryer as soon as it stops and fold them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't iron damp clothes right away, put them in a plastic bag and place in the freezer. They will be easier to iron and there's no danger of mildew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep delicate fabrics from becoming shiny when ironing, cover the material with a sheet of tissue paper. Make certain the iron isn't too hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An iron heats faster than it cools. Therefore, iron fabrics which need a cool temperature setting first, then iron fabrics which require higher temperatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pressing pleats in a skirt will take less time if bobby pins are used to hold them in place. They may be left in position while pressing all but the hem and then removed to complete the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place a sheet of aluminum foil under your ironing board cover. It will hold the heat longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scorch marks may be removed by using a cloth dampened with vinegar. Place it over the scorched area and apply a warm iron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To treat scorch marks on cotton, press with a warm iron on a cloth dipped in peroxide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop your iron from sticking by running it back and forth, while hot over a piece of paper on which salt has been sprinkled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your iron is off and unplugged, use pipe cleaners dipped in sudsy water to clean out the steam holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean a dirty iron bottom with a dampened SOS pad. Then, warm the iron and run over a piece of wax paper to restore the shiny finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you wear a new garment (or even on old ones) touch the center of each button, front and back, with clear nail polish. This will seal the threads and the buttons will stay on much longer.&lt;br /&gt;Find buttons easily. Sort them by size or color in the compartments of an egg carton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When sewing on a button, especially a large one, place a pin under the thread at the back of the button. When finished pull out the pin. The button has room to move and will last longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sew buttons on children's clothing with dental floss - its much stronger than thread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When removing buttons from a discarded item, sew them together before storing with your spares. It will save you the time of having to match buttons later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Button popped off? For a quick fix, reattach it with the wire from a twist tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop tangled thread. For a single thread, knot and cut from spool last; and for double thread, knot each end separately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wet your finger before slipping on your sewing thimble. The suction will keep the thimble from slipping off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always place a used desk blotter under your sewing machine needle when oiling the machine to keep from soiling thread and material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sharpen your sewing machine needle, stitch through a piece of fine sandpaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When elastic that is sewed on a garment becomes worn or stretched, just baste cord elastic through the worn elastic. Pull it up and knot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When patching the knees of your gardening jeans, leave the top of each patch open like a pocket so that you can slip in pieces of foam rubber or knee pads. They will make kneeling more comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save old drapery draw cord and use the good portions for replacement drawstrings in rugby pants and pajamas. Just thread through the waistband, using a large safety pin, and make a knot in each end to hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discarded neckties make interesting women's belts when three are braided together. Single ties may be opened to serve as a neck kerchief on a dress or sweater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men's cotton-blend shirts make good coveralls or aprons. Just cut away the collar, shorten the sleeves (if long sleeved) and finish the neckline with bias tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the feet on men's socks wear out, cut them off at the ankle. Stitch along the bottom and use as children's socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using your old quilted housecoat for the inside of a baby quilt makes use of a useless housecoat and is an inexpensive light filling for the quilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To recycle wrinkled ribbon, run through a warm curling iron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wear sheets evenly, place a safety pin in the bottom end of your sheet. After every wash, place the safety pin to the other end of the sheet and make your bed with that end to the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a bed sheet begins to show wear, cut the sheet in half across, bring the unhemmed top and bottom ends together and sew them together. Hem the center ends with one narrow hem and one wider hem. The worn ends will be on the top and bottom of the sheet, making the sheet last a few years longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recycle old bed sheets by cutting them into pillowcases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cotton sheets can be recycled into pillowcases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old flannel sheets can be used to make a child's nightgown or pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trim old tablecloths into a number of napkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn two old bath towels into a duvet cover for your cat's bed. Simply sew together on three sides like a pillow slip and slide a scrap piece of fiberglass insulation batting, wrapped in a plastic drycleaner's bag. The cover is easy to slide off for laundering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby's receiving blankets can be sewn together to make a special quilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key chains sewed into the collars of children's coats and jackets provide strong hangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When small children have difficulty zipping their jackets, make it easier for them by attaching a key ring to the zipper pull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a child's emergency throwaway apron, take a plastic shopping bag with hand holes at the top and cut down one side and across the bottom. Open and use as an apron by pinning at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To remove scuff marks from white shoes, rub with dressmaker's chalk and polish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give suede shoes a new look by wiping with a sponge moistened in cool black coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cloth dampened with vinegar will remove grease stains on suede shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add extra shine to your shoes by putting a couple drops of lemon juice on them when polishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furniture polish is an excellent substitute for shoe polish. Spray an even coat on the shoes, wipe dry and buff to a shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polish your shoes well once, then when they look dull wipe them with a soft cloth dampened with baby oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint heels of shoes with clear nail polish to prevent scuffing the finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spray the insides of new running shoes with spray starch and let dry overnight. The starch will keep the insides clean and keep the runners fresher for longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After washing running shoes, spray with spray starch. This will help resist soil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dry the inside of children's winter boots or summer rubbers quickly, put the hose of the vacuum cleaner into the boot and turn on the blower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make children's shoelaces last longer, stitch up and down new laces with the sewing machine before putting in shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your shoelaces are always coming undone, dampen with a spray of water before tying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To renew shoelaces which have lost their plastic tips, dip the ends in the nail polish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If sandals pinch, dab the inside with rubbing alcohol and wear them immediately. The leather strap will ease a bit over the tight spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerosene will soften boots and shoes which have become hardened by water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erase water rings on smooth leather boots by brushing spots with a mixture of equal parts vinegar and cold water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************&lt;br /&gt;1. Budweiser beer conditions the hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pam cooking spray will dry finger nail polish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cool whip will condition your hair in 15 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Mayonnaise will KILL LICE, it will also condition your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Elmer's Glue - paint on your face, allow it to dry, peel off and see the dead skin and blackheads if any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Shiny Hair - use brewed Lipton Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Sunburn - empty a large jar of Nestea into your bath water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Minor burn - Colgate or Crest toothpaste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Burn your tongue? Put sugar on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Arthritis? WD-40 Spray and rub in, kill insect stings too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bee stings - m eat tenderizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Chigger bite - Preparation H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Puffy eyes - Preparation H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Paper cut - crazy glue or chap stick (glue is used instead of sutures at most hospitals)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Stinky feet - Jello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Athletes feet - cornstarch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Fungus on toenails or fingernails - Vicks vapor rub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Kool aid to clean dishwasher pipes. Just put in the detergent section and run a cycle, it will also clean a toilet. (Wow, and we drink this stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Kool Aid can be used as a dye in paint also Kool Aid in Dannon plain yogurt as a finger paint, your kids will love it and it won't hurt them if they eat it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Peanut butter - will get scratches out of CD's! Wipe off with a coffee filter paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Sticking bicycle chain - Pam no-stick cooking spray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Pam will also remove paint, and grease from your hands! Keep a can in your garage for your hubby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Peanut butter will remove ink from the face of dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. When the doll clothes are hard to put on, sprinkle with corn starch and watch them slide on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Heavy dandruff - pour on the vinegar !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.. Body paint - Crisco mixed with food coloring. Heat the Crisco in the microwave, pour in to an empty film container and mix with the food color of your choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Tie Dye T-shirt - mix a solution of Kool Aid in a container, tie a rubber band around a section of the T-shirt and soak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Preserving a newspaper clipping - large bottle of club soda and cup of milk of magnesia , soak for 20 min. and let dry, will last for many years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. A Slinky will hold toast and CD's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. To keep goggles and glasses from fogging, coat with Colgate toothpaste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Wine stains, pour on the Morton salt and watch it absorb into the salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. To remove wax - Take a paper towel and iron it over the wax stain, it will absorb into the towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Remove labels off glassware etc. rub with Peanut butter !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Baked on food - fill container with water, get a sheet of Bounce fabric softener&lt;br /&gt;and the static from the Bounce towel will cause the&lt;br /&gt;baked on food to adhere to it. Soak overnight.&lt;br /&gt;Also; you can use 2 Efferdent tablets , soak overnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Crayon on the wall - Colgate toothpaste and brush it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Dirty grout - Listerine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Stains on clothes - Colgate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Grass stains - Karo Syrup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Grease Stains - Coca Cola , it will also remove grease stains from the driveway overnight. We know it will take corrosion from car batteries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Fleas in your carpet? 20 Mule Team Borax - sprinkle and let stand for 24 hours. Maybe this will work if you get them back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. To keep FRESH FLOWERS longer Add a little Clorox , or 2 Bayer aspirin , or just use 7-up instead of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. When you go to buy bread in the grocery store, have you ever wondered which is the freshest, so you "squeeze" for freshness or softness? Did you know that bread is delivered fresh to the stores five days a week? Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday. Each day has a different color twist tie They are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday = Blue,&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday = Green,&lt;br /&gt;Thursday = Red,&lt;br /&gt;Friday = White, and&lt;br /&gt;Saturday = Yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if today was Thursday, you would want red twist tie; not white which is Fridays (almost a week old)! The colors go alphabetically by color Blue - Green - Red - White - Yellow, Monday through Saturday. Very easy to remember. I thought this was interesting. I looked in the grocery store and the bread wrappers DO have different twist ties, and even the ones with the plastic clips have different colors. You learn something new everyday! Enjoy fresh bread when you buy bread with the right color on the day you are shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-110864978897705881?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/110864978897705881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=110864978897705881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110864978897705881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110864978897705881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/02/bright-ideas.html' title='Bright Ideas'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-110864889191380030</id><published>2005-02-17T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T22:27:19.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>45 THOUGHTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;1. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Memorize your favorite poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have, or sleep all you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When you say, "I love you", mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When you say, "I'm sorry", look the person in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Be engaged at least six months before you get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Believe in love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Never laugh at anyone's dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only way to live life completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Don't judge people by their relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Talk slowly but think quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer, smile and ask, "Why do you want to know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Call your mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Say "bless you" when you hear someone sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. When you lose, don't lose the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for others; Responsibility for all your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will hear it in your voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Marry a man you love to talk to. As you get older, their conversational skills will be as important as any other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Spend some time alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Open your arms to change, but don't let go of your values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Read more books and watch less TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think back, you'll get to enjoy it a second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Trust in God but lock your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. A loving atmosphere in your home is so important. Do all you can to create a tranquil harmonious home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. In disagreements with loved ones, deal with the current situation. Don't bring up the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Read between the lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Share your knowledge. It's a way to achieve immortality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Be gentle with the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Pray. There's immeasurable power in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Never interrupt when you are being flattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Mind your own business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Don't trust a man/woman who doesn't close his/her eyes when you kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Once a year, go someplace you've never been before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. If you make a lot of money, put it to use helping other while you are living. That is wealth's greatest satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a stroke of luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Learn the rules then break some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Remember that the best relationship is one where your love for each other is greater than your need for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Remember that your character is your destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Approach love and cooking with reckless abandon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-110864889191380030?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/110864889191380030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=110864889191380030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110864889191380030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110864889191380030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/02/45-thoughts.html' title='45 THOUGHTS'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-110614231353292316</id><published>2005-01-19T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T13:23:01.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Alongside Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Making days worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;Bringing my face a smile&lt;br /&gt;Giving heart the shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing in every journey&lt;br /&gt;Through thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;With heart alongside mine&lt;br /&gt;Love felt deep within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In picking my heart up&lt;br /&gt;Removing my frown&lt;br /&gt;Having been there for me&lt;br /&gt;Never letting me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when writing words&lt;br /&gt;Heart and soul bared&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for friendship&lt;br /&gt;I am happy we shared &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-110614231353292316?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/110614231353292316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=110614231353292316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110614231353292316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110614231353292316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/01/heart-alongside-mine.html' title='Heart Alongside Mine'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-110475219462243352</id><published>2005-01-03T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T19:36:34.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Greatest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Life's greatest &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;enemy is onself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's greatest &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;failure is arrogant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's greatest &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ignorance is dupe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's greatest &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;sorrow is jealousy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's greatest &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;erroneous is self-abandon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Life's greatest &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;sin is to deceive oneself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's greatest &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;pitiable disposition is self-abased&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's greatest &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;admiration is choice of advancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Life's greatest &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;insolvent is despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Life's greatest &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;wealth is healthiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Life's greatest &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;liabilities is a debt of human sympathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Life's greatest &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;gift is forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's greatest &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;imperfection is melancholy wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Life's greatest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;gratification is alms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-110475219462243352?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/110475219462243352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=110475219462243352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110475219462243352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110475219462243352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/01/lifes-greatest.html' title='Life&apos;s Greatest'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-110468512396938698</id><published>2005-01-03T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T00:58:43.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty-Four Things to Always Remember &amp; One Thing To Never Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Your presence is a present to the world&lt;br /&gt;You're unique and one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;Your life can be what you want it to be&lt;br /&gt;Take the days just one at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count your blessings, not your troubles&lt;br /&gt;You'll make it through whatever comes along&lt;br /&gt;Within you are so many answers&lt;br /&gt;Understand, have courage, be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't put limits on yourself&lt;br /&gt;So many dreams are waiting to be realized&lt;br /&gt;Decisions are to important to leave to chance&lt;br /&gt;Reach for your peak, your goal, your prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing wastes more energy than worrying&lt;br /&gt;The longer one carries a problem&lt;br /&gt;The heavier it gets&lt;br /&gt;Don't take things too seriously&lt;br /&gt;Live a life of serenity&lt;br /&gt;Not a life of regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that a little love goes a long way&lt;br /&gt;Remember that a lot goes forever&lt;br /&gt;Remember that friendship is a wise investment&lt;br /&gt;Life's treasures are people together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realize that it is never too late&lt;br /&gt;Do ordinary things in an extraordinary way&lt;br /&gt;Have health, hope, and happiness&lt;br /&gt;Take the time to wish upon a star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't ever forget&lt;br /&gt;For even a day&lt;br /&gt;How very special you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-110468512396938698?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/110468512396938698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=110468512396938698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110468512396938698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110468512396938698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/01/twenty-four-things-to-always-remember.html' title='Twenty-Four Things to Always Remember &amp; One Thing To Never Forget'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-110468503324390275</id><published>2005-01-03T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T00:57:48.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Tomorrow Might Bring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Sometimes people come into your life and you&lt;br /&gt;know right away that they were meant to be there.&lt;br /&gt;To serve some sort of purpose, to teach you a lesson, or&lt;br /&gt;to help you figure out who you are or who you might want to become.&lt;br /&gt;You never know who these people may be...possibly your roommate, neighbor,&lt;br /&gt;co-worker, long lost friend, lover, or even a complete stranger...&lt;br /&gt;you know at the moment they will affect your life in some profound way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes things happen to you that may seem horrible, painful, and unfair at first,&lt;br /&gt;but in reflection you find that without overcoming these obstacles,&lt;br /&gt;you would have never realized your potential, your strength, your willpower or heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happens by chance or by means of good luck.&lt;br /&gt;Illness, injury, love, lost moments of true greatness and sheer stupidity&lt;br /&gt;all occur to test the limits of your soul.&lt;br /&gt;Without these small tests, whatever they may be,&lt;br /&gt;life would be like a smoothly paved, straight, flat road to nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;It would be safe and comfortable, but dull and utterly pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people you meet who affect your life, and the success and downfalls&lt;br /&gt;you experience, help to create who you are and who you become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the bad experiences can be learned from.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, they are probably the most poignant and important ones.&lt;br /&gt;If someone hurts you, betrays you, or breaks your heart, forgive them,&lt;br /&gt;for they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious&lt;br /&gt;when you open your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone loves you, love them back unconditionally, not only because they love you,&lt;br /&gt;but because in a way they are teaching you to love and how to open your heart and eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Make everyday count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate every moment and take from those moments everything&lt;br /&gt;that you possible can, for you may never to experience it again.&lt;br /&gt;Talk to people that you have never talked to before, and actually listen.&lt;br /&gt;Let yourself fall in love, break free, and set your sights high.&lt;br /&gt;Hold you head up because you have every right to.&lt;br /&gt;Tell yourself you are a great individual and believe in yourself,&lt;br /&gt;for if you don't believe in yourself, it will be hard for others to believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can make of your life anything you wish. Create your own life,&lt;br /&gt;then go out and live it with absolutely no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly!!!!&lt;br /&gt;If you LOVE someone, tell him or her,&lt;br /&gt;for you never know what tomorrow might bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-110468503324390275?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/110468503324390275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=110468503324390275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110468503324390275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110468503324390275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-tomorrow-might-bring.html' title='What Tomorrow Might Bring'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-110468458236344315</id><published>2005-01-03T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T13:23:26.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have great hopes and dare to go all out for them. Have great dreams and dare to live them. Have tremendous expectations and believe in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are renewable. No matter what our age or condition, there are still untapped possibilities within us and new beauty waiting to be born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/MoonlightWalks-vi.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-110468458236344315?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/110468458236344315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=110468458236344315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110468458236344315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110468458236344315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/01/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-110468607575063264</id><published>2005-01-03T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T01:14:35.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived:&lt;br /&gt;Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge and all of the others including Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all the feelings repaired their boats and left. Love wanted to persevere until the last possible moment. When the island was almost sinking, Love decided to ask for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, "Richness, can you take me with you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richness answered, "No, I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel, "Vanity, please help me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat," Vanity answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness was close by so Love asked for help, "Sadness, let me go with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh ... Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness passed by Love too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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 tthe elder his name. When they arrrived at dry land, the elder went his own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, realising how much he owed the elder, asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who helped me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was Time," Knowledge answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, "Because, only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-110468607575063264?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/110468607575063264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=110468607575063264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110468607575063264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110468607575063264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/01/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-110468567420945193</id><published>2005-01-03T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T01:07:54.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;What do I fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most frequent questions&lt;br /&gt;I find myself asking.&lt;br /&gt;I do not fear death&lt;br /&gt;Only those who have regrets&lt;br /&gt;Fear death.&lt;br /&gt;I do not fear growing old,&lt;br /&gt;The wrinkling of skin,&lt;br /&gt;The stiffening of muscles&lt;br /&gt;And the loss of hearing, sight, taste and feel.&lt;br /&gt;But I fear the loss of thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;The loss of my thinking capabilities,&lt;br /&gt;My mind.&lt;br /&gt;I have talked to many,&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends&lt;br /&gt;With hope to allay my fear.&lt;br /&gt;At last after so much thinking,&lt;br /&gt;I understand,&lt;br /&gt;That what I should fear most&lt;br /&gt;Is the loss of heart and will.&lt;br /&gt;For it is that&lt;br /&gt;That keeps one happy&lt;br /&gt;And it is that&lt;br /&gt;Which is the essence of living.&lt;br /&gt;We are here not to live out a cycle,&lt;br /&gt;We are here to make a difference,&lt;br /&gt;To brighten lives, to bring laughter,&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly for self-realisation&lt;br /&gt;Of who we are.&lt;br /&gt;And when my time is over,&lt;br /&gt;I only want to be remembered&lt;br /&gt;For the laughter I have brought&lt;br /&gt;Into lives entangled with mine,&lt;br /&gt;For my heart which was ever young&lt;br /&gt;And my will to be who I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-110468567420945193?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/110468567420945193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=110468567420945193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110468567420945193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110468567420945193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-fear.html' title='My Fear'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-110467857117158580</id><published>2005-01-02T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T13:23:59.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're My Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You're My friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My companion, through good times and my buddy through happy times, beside me you stand, beside me you walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're there to listen, you're there to talk, with happiness, with smiles, with pain and tears,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll be there, through out the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are all good friends to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am grateful to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-110467857117158580?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/110467857117158580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=110467857117158580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110467857117158580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110467857117158580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/01/youre-my-friend.html' title='You&apos;re My Friend'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-110459798488667085</id><published>2005-01-02T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T00:48:04.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HUG</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/hug1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hug**Hug**Hug**Hug**Hug**Hug* *Hug**Hug**Hug**Hug**Hug**Hug* *Hug**Hug**Hug**Hug**Hug**Hug* *Hug**Hug**Hug**Hug**Hug**Hug* *Hug**Hug**Hug**Hug**Hug**Hug* *Hug**Hug**Hug**Hug**Hug**Hug* *Hug**Hug**Hug**Hug**Hug**Hug* *Hug**Hug**Hug**Hug**Hug**Hug* *Hug**Hug**Hug**Hug**Hug**Hug* *Hug**Hug**Hug**Hug**Hug**Hug* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/hug2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have just been hugged!! &lt;br /&gt;That's right, there's no getting out of it this time!! This is the start of a full-scale Hug O' War! So hug everyone you know!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/hug3.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hug your friends, your enemies, everyone!! With all the other forwards out there, I thought this would be a good one to start. The hug is my favorite sign of affection It can mean so much, and so many things at the same time It can be a sign of love, friendship, comfort or anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/hug4.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here you go.. &lt;br /&gt;All I can say it will do is brighten someone's day. I mean, we all need a hug once in a while. So send this on if you'd like, to anyone who may need a hug, and (I hope you will) send it back to me!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/hug5.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness knows, we could all REALLY use a hug sometimes. So send this on and show someone you care!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/hug6.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-110459798488667085?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/110459798488667085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=110459798488667085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110459798488667085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110459798488667085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/01/hug.html' title='HUG'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-110459772435676334</id><published>2005-01-02T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T01:07:25.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gifts I Pray For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPINESS: Deep down within...&lt;br /&gt;SERENITY: With each sunrise....&lt;br /&gt;SUCCESS: In each facet of your life...&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY: Beside you...&lt;br /&gt;HEALTH: Inside you...&lt;br /&gt;LOVE: That never ends...&lt;br /&gt;SPECIAL MEMORIES: Of all the yesterdays...&lt;br /&gt;A BRIGHT TODAY: With much to be thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;A PATH: That leads to beautiful tomorrows...&lt;br /&gt;DREAMS: That do their best to come true...&lt;br /&gt;APPRECIATION: Of all the wonderful things about you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-110459772435676334?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/110459772435676334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=110459772435676334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110459772435676334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110459772435676334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/01/gifts-i-pray-for-you.html' title='The Gifts I Pray For You'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-110459921904450682</id><published>2005-01-02T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T01:06:59.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW TO STAY YOUNG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctor worry about them. That is why you pay him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever. Never let the brain idle. " An idle mind is the devil's workshop," And the devil's name is Alzheimer's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Enjoy the simple things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person who is with us our entire life, is God. Be ALIVE while you are alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Surround yourself with what you love, whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Don't take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, to the next county, to a foreign country, but NOT to where the guilt is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:&lt;br /&gt;Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-110459921904450682?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/110459921904450682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=110459921904450682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110459921904450682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110459921904450682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2005/01/how-to-stay-young.html' title='HOW TO STAY YOUNG'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-110468068004000378</id><published>2004-12-24T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T23:44:40.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/ATT008721-vi.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/ATT008752-vi.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/ATT008783-vi.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/ATT008814-vi.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/ATT008845-vi.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/ATT008876-vi.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/ATT008907-vi.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/ATT008938-vi.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/ATT0090512-vi.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/ATT0090813-vi.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/ATT0091114-vi.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/ATT01205-vi.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-110468068004000378?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/110468068004000378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=110468068004000378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110468068004000378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110468068004000378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-110467930377485989</id><published>2004-12-20T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T23:48:14.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Dream</title><content type='html'>Haha....Are you thinking DIRTY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/xmassantadreams1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-110467930377485989?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/110467930377485989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=110467930377485989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110467930377485989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110467930377485989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/12/santa-dream.html' title='Santa Dream'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-111113279680013450</id><published>2004-12-18T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T23:20:06.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter is here....Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;No matter how old you are, you should take a moment and read this.....&lt;br /&gt;You may not believe it, but it is about you -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, time has a way of moving quickly and catching you unaware of the passing years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems just yesterday that I was a young girl, just married and embarking on my new life with my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet in a way, it seems like eons ago, and I wonder where all the years went. I know that I lived them all... And I have glimpses of how it was back then and of all my hopes and dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, here it is...the winter of my life and it catches me by surprise...How did I get here so fast? Where did the years go and where did my babies go? And where did my youth go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember well...seeing older people through the years and thinking that those older people were years away from me and that winter was so far off that I could not fathom it or imagine fully what it would be like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, here it is...husband retired yesterday and he's really getting gray...he moves slower and I see an older man now. He's in much better shape than me...but, I see the great change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the one I married who was dark and young and strong... but, like me, his age is beginning to show and we are now those older folks that we used to see and never thought we'd be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day now, I find that just getting a shower is a real target for the day! And taking a nap is not a treat anymore...it's mandatory! Cause if I don't on my own free will...I just fall asleep where I sit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, now I enter into this new season of my life unprepared for all the aches and pains and the loss of strength and ability to go and do things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, at least I know, that though the winter has come, and I'm not sure how long it will last...This I know, that when it's over...I will enjoy the Spring in the arms of my loving Father...and wait for my loved ones to come when their winter is over too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if your not in your winter yet...let me remind you, that it will be here faster than you think. So, whatever you would like to accomplish in your life please do it quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For remember that scripture?...our life is but a vapor, it vanished away...So, do what you can today, because you can never be sure whether this is your winter or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no promise that you will see all the seasons of your life... so, live for the Lord today and say all the things that you want your loved ones to remember... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-111113279680013450?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/111113279680013450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=111113279680013450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111113279680013450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/111113279680013450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/12/winter-is-heresweet.html' title='Winter is here....Sweet'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-110304524730906476</id><published>2004-12-15T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T01:27:27.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt; I will delete from my diary&lt;br /&gt;two days: &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt; was to learn&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; will be the consequence&lt;br /&gt;of what I can do today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt; I will face life&lt;br /&gt;with the conviction that this day&lt;br /&gt;will not ever return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt; is the last opportunity&lt;br /&gt;I have to live intensely,&lt;br /&gt;as no one can assure me&lt;br /&gt;that I will see tomorrow's sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt; I will be brave enough&lt;br /&gt;not to let any opportunity pass me by,&lt;br /&gt;my only alternative is to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt; I will invest&lt;br /&gt;my most valuable resource:&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;my time&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;in the most transcendental work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;my life&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will spend each minute&lt;br /&gt;passionately to make&lt;br /&gt;of today a different&lt;br /&gt;and unique day in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt; I will defy every obstacle&lt;br /&gt;that appears on my way trusting&lt;br /&gt;I will succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt; I will resist&lt;br /&gt;pessimism and will conquer&lt;br /&gt;the world with a smile,&lt;br /&gt;with the positive attitude&lt;br /&gt;of expecting always the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt; I will make of every ordinary task&lt;br /&gt;a sublime expression,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt; I will have my feet on the ground&lt;br /&gt;understanding reality&lt;br /&gt;and the stars' gaze&lt;br /&gt;to invent my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt; I will take the time to be happy&lt;br /&gt;and will leave my footprints&lt;br /&gt;and my presence the hearts of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;, I invite you to begin a new season&lt;br /&gt;where we can dream&lt;br /&gt;that everything we undertake is possible&lt;br /&gt;and we fulfill it,&lt;br /&gt;with joy and dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Have a good day and a better one tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-110304524730906476?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/110304524730906476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=110304524730906476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110304524730906476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110304524730906476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/12/today-i-will-delete-from-my-diary-two.html' title=''/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-110467918928704347</id><published>2004-12-13T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T23:19:49.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Tree Credo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Today will be a good day for I have decided it will be.&lt;br /&gt;Though I cannot control the events that will occur,&lt;br /&gt;I am the maker of the feelings, thoughts, and attitudes&lt;br /&gt;that will determine my experience of these events.&lt;br /&gt;Things may happen to me today that I would not prefer,&lt;br /&gt;but I will use them as opportunities to&lt;br /&gt;learn, grow, and become stronger&lt;br /&gt;. In addition, to enhance the wonder of this day I will:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Pray&lt;br /&gt;Laugh&lt;br /&gt;Eat Well&lt;br /&gt;Be Genuine&lt;br /&gt;Hug Someone&lt;br /&gt;Admire Nature&lt;br /&gt;Help Out A Friend&lt;br /&gt;Help Out A Stranger&lt;br /&gt;Encourage Someone&lt;br /&gt;Forgive Their Trespasses&lt;br /&gt;Be Positive In My Thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Learn About Something New&lt;br /&gt;Give Others Compliments Freely&lt;br /&gt;Forgive Myself For My Mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Give My Very Best Effort In My Work&lt;br /&gt;Greet Everyone That I Meet With A Smile&lt;br /&gt;Relax, Meditate, and Let Go Of My Worries&lt;br /&gt;Face Up To My Challenges And Use Them To Grow&lt;br /&gt;In Words and Actions, Express My FeelingsTo Loved Ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I know today will be a good day.&lt;br /&gt;for I have decided it will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-David L. Weatherford- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-110467918928704347?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/110467918928704347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=110467918928704347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110467918928704347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110467918928704347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-tree-credo.html' title='Christmas Tree Credo'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-110467872551015382</id><published>2004-12-02T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T23:12:05.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS ABC'S</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;A is for 'angels' who sang praises on that first Christmas day&lt;br /&gt;B is for 'Bethlehem'....where in a manger the holy Christ Child lay&lt;br /&gt;C is for 'Christmas'.......the celebration of our Lord's birth&lt;br /&gt;D is for 'divine' ....God's holy one who came to earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E is for 'Everlasting Father' whom we worship and adore&lt;br /&gt;F is for our 'faith'.... in the One who is heaven's door.&lt;br /&gt;G is for the 'Gift of salvation freely given to men&lt;br /&gt;H is for 'holiness' of our Lord who delivers us from sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I is for 'Israel' where our Lord shall forever reign,&lt;br /&gt;J is for the "joy" He gives, which makes our hearts to sing.&lt;br /&gt;K is for 'King of Kings' who shall rule on earth one day,&lt;br /&gt;L is for "Lamb of God"... who takes our sins away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M is for "Mary"....the one chosen as our Savior's Mother,&lt;br /&gt;N is for His "name Jesus"....the name greater than all others.&lt;br /&gt;O is for 'ordinance" given to us by our Loving God&lt;br /&gt;P is for 'peace God gives".... as on this earth we trod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q is for "quiet times" we spend in communion with our Lord.&lt;br /&gt;R is for 'rest' we find in Jesus, and in God's Holy Word.&lt;br /&gt;S is for "our salvation" the greatest gift of all&lt;br /&gt;T is for "treasure" given us, as on His name we call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U is for "understanding" which only He can give&lt;br /&gt;V is for "victory" given to us each day we live.&lt;br /&gt;W is for "wedding feast" which we shall one day attend&lt;br /&gt;X is for His "xtra" grace, he freely gives unto all men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y is for the acceptable "year" of our Lord and King&lt;br /&gt;Z is for "zeal of God".... as our praises to Him we bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABCDEFGHIJKLMN (JESUS) OPQRSTUVWXYZ&lt;br /&gt;From A to Z and all between,&lt;br /&gt;we find Christ in Christmas&lt;br /&gt;As our praises to Him we bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts rejoice in His truth&lt;br /&gt;His love and peace fills our souls.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is Christ within our hearts,&lt;br /&gt;His salvation and love is the greatest story ever told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo Ann Kelly ©  2004&lt;br /&gt;J. P.'s Inspirations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-110467872551015382?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/110467872551015382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=110467872551015382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110467872551015382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110467872551015382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-abcs.html' title='CHRISTMAS ABC&apos;S'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-110199643397544626</id><published>2004-12-02T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T22:07:13.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE IS YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Love is sweet...Love is kind,&lt;br /&gt;Love's always on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Love is in my heart too,&lt;br /&gt;Love's a gift...Love is You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Love is from God above,&lt;br /&gt;He gives us friends to love.&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for you,&lt;br /&gt;You are my friend so true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-110199643397544626?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/110199643397544626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=110199643397544626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110199643397544626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110199643397544626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/12/love-is-you.html' title='LOVE IS YOU'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-110199534101897995</id><published>2004-12-02T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T21:49:01.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TEACH THE CHILDREN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Just a week before Christmas I had a visitor. This is how it happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished the household chores for the night and was preparing to go to bed, when I heard a noise in the front of the house. I opened the door to the front room, and to my surprise, Santa himself stepped out from behind the Christmas tree. He placed his finger over his mouth so I would not cry out. What are you doing? I started to ask him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words choked in my throat, as I saw he had tears in his eyes. His usual jolly manner was gone. Gone was the eager boisterous soul we all know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then answered me with a simple statement, "TEACH THE CHILDREN!" I was puzzled: What did he mean? He anticipated my question, and with one quick movement brought forth a miniature toy bag from behind the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stood there bewildered, Santa said, "Teach the Children! Teach them the old meaning of Christmas. The meaning that a now-a-day Christmas has forgotten!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa then reached in his bag and pulled out a FIR TREE and placed it on the mantle. "Teach the Children that the pure green color of the stately fir tree remains green all year round, depicting the everlasting hope of mankind. All the needles point heavenward, making it a symbol of man's thoughts turning toward heaven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He again reached into his bag and pulled out a brilliant STAR. "Teach the Children that the star was the heavenly sign of promises long ago. God promised a Savior for the world, and the star was the sign of fulfillment of that promise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then reached into the bag and pulled out a CANDLE. "Teach the Children that the candle symbolizes that Christ is the light of the world, and when we see this great light we are reminded of He who displaces the darkness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again he reached into his bag and then removed a WREATH and placed it on the tree. "Teach the Children that the wreath symbolizes the eternal nature of love. Real love never ceases. Love is one continuous round of affection."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then pulled out from his bag an ornament of HIMSELF. "Teach the Children that Santa Claus symbolizes the generosity and good will we feel during the month of December."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reached in again and pulled out a HOLLY LEAF. "Teach the Children the holly plant represents immortality. It represents the crown of thorns worn by our Savior. The red holly berries represent blood shed by Him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next he pulled out a GIFT from the bag and said, "Teach the Children that God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son. Thanks be to God for His unspeakable gift. Teach the Children that the wise men bowed before the holy babe and presented Him with gold, frankincense, and myrrh. We should give gifts in the same spirit as the wise men."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa then reached in his bag and pulled out a CANDY CANE and hung it on the tree. "Teach the Children that the candy cane represents the shepherd's crook. The crook on the shepherd's staff helps bring back sheep strayed from the flock. The candy cane is the symbol that we are our brother's keeper."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reached in again and pulled out an ANGEL. "Teach the Children that it was the angels that heralded in the glorious news of the Savior's birth. The angels sang 'Glory to God in the highest, on earth, peace and good will.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I heard a soft twinkling sound, and from his bag he pulled out a BELL. "Teach the Children that as the lost sheep are found by the sound of a bell, it should ring people to the fold. The bell symbolizes guidance and return."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa looked at the tree and was pleased. He looked back at me and I saw the twinkle was back in his eyes. He said, "Remember, teach the children the true meaning of Christmas, and not to put me in the center, for I am but a humble servant of the One who is, and I bow down and worship Him, our Lord, our God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~By Unknown Author~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-110199534101897995?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/110199534101897995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=110199534101897995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110199534101897995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110199534101897995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/12/teach-children.html' title='TEACH THE CHILDREN'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-110198848046653498</id><published>2004-12-02T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T19:54:40.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wish For U</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Today...I wish you a day of ordinary miracles-...fresh pot of coffee you didn't have to make yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An unexpected phone call from an old friend...Green stoplights on your way to work or shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you a day of little things to rejoice in...The fastest line at the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good sing along song on the radio...Your keys right where you look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you a day of happiness and little bite-size pieces of perfection because you are someone special and rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish You a day of Peace, Happiness and Joy...They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send this phrase to the people you'll never forget and remember to send it also to the person who sent it to you. It's a short message to let them know that you'll never forget them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't send it to anyone, it means you're in too much of a hurry and that you've probably forgotten your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the time ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-110198848046653498?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/110198848046653498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=110198848046653498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110198848046653498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110198848046653498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-wish-for-u.html' title='My Wish For U'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-110156198215145884</id><published>2004-11-27T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T21:26:22.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are BORN with?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;We are born with two eyes in front&lt;br /&gt;because we must not always look behind,&lt;br /&gt;but see what lies ahead beyond ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are born to have two ears&lt;br /&gt;-one left, one right&lt;br /&gt;so we can hear both sides,&lt;br /&gt;collect both the compliments and criticisms,&lt;br /&gt;to see which are right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are born with a brain concealed in a skull&lt;br /&gt;then no matter how poor we are,&lt;br /&gt;we are still rich,&lt;br /&gt;for no one can steal what our brain contains,&lt;br /&gt;packing in more jewels and rings&lt;br /&gt;than you can think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are born with two eyes, two ears,&lt;br /&gt;but one mouth&lt;br /&gt;for the mouth is a sharp weapon,&lt;br /&gt;it can hurt, flirt, and kill.&lt;br /&gt;Remember our motto:&lt;br /&gt;talk less, listen and see more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are born with only one heart,&lt;br /&gt;deep in our ribs it reminds us&lt;br /&gt;to appreciate and give&lt;br /&gt;love from deep within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~by Ruth Bourdon~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-110156198215145884?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/110156198215145884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=110156198215145884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110156198215145884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110156198215145884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/11/we-are-born-with.html' title='We are BORN with?'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-110113067579062529</id><published>2004-11-22T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T13:20:21.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A FRIEND LIKE YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Everyone should have&lt;br /&gt;a friend like you&lt;br /&gt;You are so much fun to be with&lt;br /&gt;And you are such a good person&lt;br /&gt;You crack me up with laughter&lt;br /&gt;And touch my heart with your kindness&lt;br /&gt;You have a wonderful ability&lt;br /&gt;To know when to offer advice&lt;br /&gt;And when to sit in quiet support&lt;br /&gt;Time after time&lt;br /&gt;You've come to my rescue&lt;br /&gt;And brightend so many&lt;br /&gt;Of my routine days&lt;br /&gt;And time after time&lt;br /&gt;I've realized how fortunate&lt;br /&gt;I am that my life includes you&lt;br /&gt;I really do believe that&lt;br /&gt;Everybody should have a friend like you&lt;br /&gt;But so far it looks like&lt;br /&gt;You are one of a kind! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-110113067579062529?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/110113067579062529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=110113067579062529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110113067579062529'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/untitled_jpg8-vi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/untitled_jpg4-vi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/untitled_jpg3-vi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/untitled_jpg2-vi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/untitled_jpg1-vi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-110113016200804013?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/110113016200804013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=110113016200804013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110113016200804013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110113016200804013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/11/our-weekly-mood.html' title='Our Weekly Mood'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-110110499090361327</id><published>2004-11-22T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T00:37:18.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Days Of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/day01-vi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/day02-vi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/day03-vi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/day04-vi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/day05-vi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/day06-vi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/day07-vi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/day08-vi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/day09-vi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/day10-vi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/day11-vi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/day12-vi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-110110499090361327?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/110110499090361327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=110110499090361327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110110499090361327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110110499090361327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/11/12-days-of-christmas.html' title='12 Days Of Christmas'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-110105429494098402</id><published>2004-11-22T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T00:34:40.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Moments Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/precmomentsxmas6-vi.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/precmomentsxmas7-vi.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/precmomentsxmas8-vi.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/precmomentsxmas9-vi.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/precmomentsxmas10-vi.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/precmomentsxmas18-vi.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-110105429494098402?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/110105429494098402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=110105429494098402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110105429494098402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110105429494098402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/11/precious-moments-christmas.html' title='Precious Moments Christmas!'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-110097001822859194</id><published>2004-11-21T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T00:33:08.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope this makes you smile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;YOU'VE JUST GOT TO SEE THESE FACES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/image001-vi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend is someone we turn to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our spirits need a lift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/image002-vi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend is someone we treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our friendship is a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/image003-vi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend is someone who fills our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With beauty, joy, and grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/image004-vi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And makes the world we live in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A better and happier place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/image005-vi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a miracle called friendship, that dwells in the heart. You do not know how it happens or when it gets it's start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/image006666-vi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know the special lift it always brings. You realize that friendship is God's most precious gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/casperlpk/image007777-vi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send this to all your friends, no matter how often you talk, or how close you are, and send it to the person who sent it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let old friends know you haven't forgotten them, and tell new friends you never will. Remember, everyone needs a friend; someday you might feel like you have NO FRIENDS at all, just remember this eCard and take comfort in knowing somebody out there cares about you and always will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Smiling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-110097001822859194?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/110097001822859194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=110097001822859194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110097001822859194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110097001822859194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/11/hope-this-makes-you-smile.html' title='Hope this makes you smile!'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-110096951376182283</id><published>2004-11-21T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T00:51:53.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPINESS AND ABUNDANT LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Where did all the decades go?...time is quickly traveling on,&lt;br /&gt;Just like a bud becomes a rose...then soon each petal's quickly gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So aging is just a process...no one escapes it here on earth,&lt;br /&gt;As spring time trees become autumn leaves...we all start aging...right from birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is like a railroad train-a one-way ticket...no turning back...&lt;br /&gt;And it's the prayer of every passenger...to stay securely on the track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did all the decades go?...just like the twinkling of an eye,&lt;br /&gt;We're born...we laugh...we love...we play...we learn...we share...and time does fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...there's victory over fleeting time...anxious moments...fears and strife,&lt;br /&gt;Taking just one day at a time...brings happiness and abundant life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-110096951376182283?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/110096951376182283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=110096951376182283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110096951376182283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110096951376182283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/11/happiness-and-abundant-life.html' title='HAPPINESS AND ABUNDANT LIFE'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-110096942512159271</id><published>2004-11-21T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T00:50:25.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hug</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;No moving parts, no batteries;&lt;br /&gt;No monthly payments and no fees;&lt;br /&gt;Inflation proof, nontaxable;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it's quite relaxable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Can't be stolen, won't pollute;&lt;br /&gt;One size fits all, do not dilute;&lt;br /&gt;It uses little energy;&lt;br /&gt;But yields results enormously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Relieves your tension and your stress;&lt;br /&gt;Invigorates your happiness;&lt;br /&gt;Combats depression, makes you beam;&lt;br /&gt;And elevates your self esteem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Your circulation it corrects;&lt;br /&gt;Without unpleasant side effects.&lt;br /&gt;It is, I think, the perfect drug;&lt;br /&gt;May I prescribe, my friend ... The HUG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;And, of course, it's fully returnable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-110096942512159271?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/110096942512159271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=110096942512159271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110096942512159271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/110096942512159271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/11/hug.html' title='The Hug'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-109991471846682315</id><published>2004-11-08T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T19:51:58.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU ARE EVERYTHING TO SOMEBODY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Please read all the way to the end - there are many true statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl asked a guy if he thought she was pretty, he said...no.&lt;br /&gt;She asked him if he would want to be with her forever....and he said no.&lt;br /&gt;She then asked him if she were to leave would he cry, and once again he replied with a no.&lt;br /&gt;She had heard enough.&lt;br /&gt;As she walked away, tears streaming down her face the boy grabbed her arm and said....&lt;br /&gt;You're not pretty you're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to be with you forever. I NEED to be with you forever.&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldnt cry if you walked away...I'd die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like you because of who you are to me. You are a true friend.&lt;br /&gt;You are Everything To Somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Right now at this very minute&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;someone is very proud of you&lt;br /&gt;someone is thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;someone cares about you&lt;br /&gt;someone misses you&lt;br /&gt;someone wants to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;someone wants to be with you&lt;br /&gt;someone hopes you aren't in trouble&lt;br /&gt;someone is thankful for the support you have provided&lt;br /&gt;someone wants to hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;someone hopes everything turns out all right&lt;br /&gt;someone wants you to be happy&lt;br /&gt;someone wants you to find them&lt;br /&gt;someone is celebrating your successes&lt;br /&gt;someone wants to give you a gift&lt;br /&gt;someone think you ARE a gift&lt;br /&gt;someone hopes you are not too cold, or too hot&lt;br /&gt;someone wants to hug you&lt;br /&gt;someone loves you&lt;br /&gt;someone wants to lavish you with small gifts&lt;br /&gt;someone admires your strength&lt;br /&gt;someone is thinking of you and smiling&lt;br /&gt;someone wants to be your shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;someone wants to go out with you and have a lot of fun&lt;br /&gt;someone thinks the world of you&lt;br /&gt;someone wants to protect you&lt;br /&gt;someone would do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;someone wants to be forgiven&lt;br /&gt;someone is grateful for your forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;someone wants to laugh with you about old times&lt;br /&gt;someone remembers you and wishes you were there&lt;br /&gt;someone needs to know that your love is unconditional&lt;br /&gt;someone values your advice&lt;br /&gt;someone wants to tell you how much they care&lt;br /&gt;someone wants to stay up watching old movies with you&lt;br /&gt;someone wants to share their dreams with you&lt;br /&gt;someone wants to hold you in their arms&lt;br /&gt;someone wants YOU to hold them in your arms&lt;br /&gt;someone treasures your spirit&lt;br /&gt;someone wishes they could STOP time because of you&lt;br /&gt;someone can't wait to see you&lt;br /&gt;someone wishes that things didn't have to change&lt;br /&gt;someone loves you for who you are&lt;br /&gt;someone loves the way you make them feel&lt;br /&gt;someone wants to be with you&lt;br /&gt;someone hears a song that reminds them of you&lt;br /&gt;someone wants you to know they are there for you&lt;br /&gt;someone is glad that you're their friend&lt;br /&gt;someone wants to be your friend&lt;br /&gt;someone stayed up all night thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;someone is alive because of you&lt;br /&gt;someone is wishing that you would notice them&lt;br /&gt;someone wants to get to know you better&lt;br /&gt;someone believes that you are their soul mate&lt;br /&gt;someone wants to be near you&lt;br /&gt;someone misses your guidance and advice&lt;br /&gt;someone values your guidance and advice&lt;br /&gt;someone has faith in you&lt;br /&gt;someone trusts you&lt;br /&gt;someone needs you to send them this letter&lt;br /&gt;someone needs your support&lt;br /&gt;someone needs you to have faith in them&lt;br /&gt;someone needs you to let them be your friend&lt;br /&gt;someone will cry when they read this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SEND THIS ON TO SOMEONE SPECIAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-109991471846682315?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/109991471846682315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=109991471846682315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109991471846682315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109991471846682315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/11/you-are-everything-to-somebody.html' title='YOU ARE EVERYTHING TO SOMEBODY'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-109984529131971523</id><published>2004-11-08T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T00:39:06.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The greatest part of our happiness or misery depends on our dispositions, and not our circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brighter you are, the more you have to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no sadder sight than a young pessimist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell thee, time is a very precious gift of God; so precious that it is only given to us moment by moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak when you're angry - and you'll make the best speech you'll ever regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let no man imagine that he has no influence. Whoever he may be, and wherever he may be placed, the man who thinks becomes a light and a power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest and noblest pleasure which we have in this world is to discover new truths, and the next is to shake off old prejudices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything here, but the soul of man, is a passing shadow. The only enduring substance is within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is always creative, fear always destructive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are forgiven for your happiness and your successes only if you generously consent to share them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why wait? Life is not a dress rehearsal. Quit practicing what you're going to do, and just do it. In one bold stroke you can transform today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn't learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn't learn a little, at least we didn't get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn't die; so, let us all be thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let yesterday be your lesson, today your study and tomorrow your test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seeds of great discoveries are constantly floating around us, but they only take root in minds well prepared to receive them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no future living in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can look for someone for a lifetime but only love for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is what you make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is better to attempt something and fail than always regret not trying at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may just be one person in a big world, but to someone you are their world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont frown, you never know who is falling in love with your smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things aren't always what they seem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes that is exactly what happens when things don't turn out the way they should. If you have faith, you just need to trust that every out come is always to your advantage. You just might not know it until some time later... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people come into our lives and quickly go... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people become friends and stay awhile...leaving beautiful footprints on our hearts...and we are never quite the same because we have made a good friend!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is history. Tomorrow a mystery. Today is a gift. That's why it's called the present! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now........... &lt;br /&gt;-somebody is thinking of you. &lt;br /&gt;-somebody is caring about you. &lt;br /&gt;-somebody misses you &lt;br /&gt;-somebody wants to talk to you. &lt;br /&gt;-somebody wants to be with you. &lt;br /&gt;-somebody hopes you aren't in trouble. &lt;br /&gt;-somebody is thankful for the support you have provided. &lt;br /&gt;-somebody wants to hold your hand. &lt;br /&gt;-somebody hopes everything turns out all right. &lt;br /&gt;-somebody wants you to be happy. &lt;br /&gt;-somebody wants you to find him/her. &lt;br /&gt;-somebody is celebrating your successes. &lt;br /&gt;-somebody wants to give you a gift. &lt;br /&gt;-somebody thinks that you ARE a gift. &lt;br /&gt;-somebody loves you. &lt;br /&gt;-somebody admires your strength. &lt;br /&gt;-somebody is thinking of you and smiling. &lt;br /&gt;-somebody wants to be your shoulder to cry on. And somebody just wants you to have a great day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn from yesterday, live for today and hope for tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small Minds Discuss People, Average Minds Discuss Events, Great Minds Discuss Ideas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-109984529131971523?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/109984529131971523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=109984529131971523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109984529131971523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109984529131971523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/11/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-109984491075700818</id><published>2004-11-08T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T00:28:30.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Is Precious...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Imagine. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a bank that credits your account each morning with $86,400. It carries over no balance from day to day. Every evening deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day. What would you do? Draw out ALL OF IT, of course!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us has such a bank. Its name is TIME. Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds. Every night it writes off, as lost, whatever of this you have failed to invest to good purpose. It carries over no balance. It allows no overdraft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day it opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the remains of the day. If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no going back. There is no drawing against the "tomorrow." You must live in the present on today's deposits. Invest it so as to get from it the&lt;br /&gt;utmost in health, happiness, and success! The clock is running. Make the most of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of ONE YEAR, ask a student who failed a grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of ONE MONTH, ask a mother who gave birth to a premature baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of ONE WEEK, ask the editor of a weekly newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the ! value of ONE HOUR, ask the lovers who! are waiting to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of ONE MINUTE, ask a person who missed the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of ONE-SECOND, ask a person who just avoided an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of ONE MILLISECOND, ask the person who won a silver medal in the Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasure every moment that you have! And treasure it more because you shared it with&lt;br /&gt;someone special, special enough to spend your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember that time waits for no one. Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That's why it's called the present!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their heart to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-109984491075700818?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/109984491075700818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=109984491075700818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109984491075700818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109984491075700818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/11/time-is-precious.html' title='Time Is Precious...'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-109984464090243585</id><published>2004-11-08T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T13:21:48.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Meaningful Words... Remember...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;==============================================================&lt;br /&gt;Don't be too good I will miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be too caring, I might like you.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be too Sweet, I might fall for you.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for me to love you when you won't love me after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom-line : A person who makes me love him is actually a person who loves me more than I love him.&lt;br /&gt;________________x________________________x_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone comes into your life and becomes a part of you but for some reasons he couldn't stay, don't cry too much...Just be glad that your paths crossed and; somehow he made you happy even for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom-line : Time will tell. If he's yours he will surely come back.&lt;br /&gt;________________x________________________x__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't throw your back to love when it's already in front of you. Don't drive it away from you because if you do, someday you'll think again why you let love fly away when it was once residing next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom-line : Treasure the one who loves you!&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to find a person who loves you.&lt;br /&gt;It's always more valuable to have a sincere heart.&lt;br /&gt;________________x________________________x_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest regrets in our lives are the risks we did not take. If you think something will make you happy, GO FOR IT. Remember that we pass this way only once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom-line : Time doesn't wait. If you think you&lt;br /&gt;might have found the right one, treasure the person,&lt;br /&gt;don't let that person get away.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let fear hold You back.&lt;br /&gt;Give it a try else you might regret later...&lt;br /&gt;"No one other than ourselves know what can truly make us happy."&lt;br /&gt;________________x________________________x_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Two tear drops were floating down the river. One teardrop said to the other, "I'm the teardrop of a girl who loved a man and lost him. Who are you?" "I'm the teardrop of the man who regrets letting a girl go..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom-line : Nobody will sympathize with a person who&lt;br /&gt;constantly lets chances pass by without making any&lt;br /&gt;efforts to salvage them. We normally don't realize how&lt;br /&gt;important our loved and close ones are until they&lt;br /&gt;leave us, and then we start regretting, which results&lt;br /&gt;in misery. Lost time is NEVER gained again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________x________________________x_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Even impossible says... I - M - POSSIBLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;======================================================= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-109984464090243585?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/109984464090243585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=109984464090243585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109984464090243585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109984464090243585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/11/really-meaningful-words-remember.html' title='Really Meaningful Words... Remember...'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-109984422264794172</id><published>2004-11-08T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T00:18:49.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you."&lt;br /&gt;--- Winnie the Pooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"True friendship is like sound health; the value of it is seldom known until it be lost."&lt;br /&gt;---Charles Caleb Colton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Friendship! is one mind in two bodies."&lt;br /&gt;---Mencius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Friends are God's way of taking care of us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you should die before me, ask if you could bring a friend."&lt;br /&gt;---Stone Temple Pilots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll lean on you and you lean on me and we'll be okay."&lt;br /&gt;---dave Matthew's band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If all my friends were to jump off ! a bridge, I wouldn't jump with them, I'd be at the bottom to catch them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone hears what you say. Friends listen to what you say. Best friends listen to what you don't say."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We all take different paths in life, but no matter where we go, we take a little of each other everywhere."&lt;br /&gt;--- Tim McGraw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My father always used to say that when you die, if you've got five real friends,&lt;br /&gt;then you've had a great life."&lt;br /&gt;---Lee Iacocca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hold a true friend with both your hands."&lt;br /&gt;---Nigerian Proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words."&lt;br /&gt;---unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;======================= (.")(",) ====================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;One day you'll love me, the way I loved you. One day you'll think of me the way I thought of you. One day you'll cry for me, the way I cried for you. One day you'll want me, but I won't want you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-109984422264794172?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/109984422264794172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=109984422264794172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109984422264794172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109984422264794172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/11/nice-quotes.html' title='Nice Quotes'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-109984403896528243</id><published>2004-11-08T01:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T00:13:58.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm Sorry...&lt;br /&gt;For all the mean things i have said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Sorry...&lt;br /&gt;For all the things i did or didn't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Sorry...&lt;br /&gt;If I ever ignored YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Sorry...&lt;br /&gt;If I ever! made yo u feel bad or put you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Sorry...&lt;br /&gt;If I ever thought I was bigger or better than you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Luv You...&lt;br /&gt;Don't EVER forget that! Through bad times and good,&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be here for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Sorry...&lt;br /&gt;For everything wrong I've ever done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this because what if tomorrow never comes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you never get to say good-bye or give a BIG hug to the people you care about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you never get to say I'm sorry or I love you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****PLEASE SEND THIS TO EVERYONE YOU CARE ABOUT...****&lt;br /&gt;...Because what if tomorrow never comes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LUV YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS ALWAYS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-109984403896528243?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/109984403896528243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=109984403896528243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109984403896528243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109984403896528243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/11/dear-friends.html' title='Dear Friends'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-109947702011566890</id><published>2004-11-03T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T18:17:00.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is LOVE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing and is your voice caught within your chest?&lt;br /&gt;It isn't love, it's like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't keep your eyes or hands off of them, am I right?&lt;br /&gt;It isn't love, it's lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you proud, and eager to show them off?&lt;br /&gt;It isn't love, it's luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want them because you know they're there?&lt;br /&gt;It isn't love, it's loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you there because it's what everyone wants?&lt;br /&gt;It isn't love, it's loyalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you there because they kissed you, or held your hand?&lt;br /&gt;It isn't love, it's low confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you stay for their confessions of love, because you don't want to hurt them?&lt;br /&gt;It isn't love, it's pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you belong to them because their sight makes your heart skip a beat?&lt;br /&gt;It isn't love, it's infatuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you pardon their faults because you care about them?&lt;br /&gt;It isn't love, it's friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you tell them every day they are the only one you think of?&lt;br /&gt;It isn't love, it's a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to give all of your favourite things for their sake?&lt;br /&gt;It isn't love, it's charity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your heart ache and break when they're sad?&lt;br /&gt;Then it's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you cry for their pain, even when they're strong?&lt;br /&gt;Then it's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do their eyes see your true heart, and touch your soul so deeply it hurts?&lt;br /&gt;Then it's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you stay because a blinding, incomprehensible mix of pain and relation pulls you close and holds you there?&lt;br /&gt;Then it's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you accept their faults because they're a part of who they are?&lt;br /&gt;Then it's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you attracted to others, but stay with them faithfully without regret?&lt;br /&gt;Then it's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you allow them to leave you , not because they want to but because they have to?&lt;br /&gt;Then its love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you give them your heart, your life, your death?&lt;br /&gt;Then it's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if love is painful, and tortures us so, why do we love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it all we search for in life? This pain,this agony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it all we long for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This torture, this powerful death of self? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is so simple cause it's...LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is such an addiction that even people who are not having it wish to experience and share it with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-109947702011566890?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/109947702011566890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=109947702011566890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109947702011566890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109947702011566890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/11/what-is-love.html' title='What is LOVE?'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-109947678580360607</id><published>2004-11-03T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T18:13:05.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever missed someone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Have u ever missed someone and felt terrible because u think that he/she doesn't miss u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing someone is a terrible but at the same time, sweet feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U will be sitting around wondering if u meant anything to him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking if he/she ever cares about u. Rushing to the phone once it rings hoping that it's him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking out of the window hoping that he/she will surprise u by appearing downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in front of the television but thinking of him, missing the final episode of your favourite show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laying on your bed, thinking of the last time u were out together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of how nice it will be to sit under the stars again, talking about everything, your dreams, plans, future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logging on to the internet hoping to see him/her online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When u realise that he/she isn't online and did not return your page, u will start worrying if he/she is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing someone is a way of growing up i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It exposes u to loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It teaches u how to cope with being lonely and let u know that there is actually a feeling known as emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it feels good to miss someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know that u really care and u indulge in the feeling of loving/caring for him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But missing someone and not knowing if he/she is feeling the same is terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U feel as if u are being left alone. So if u miss someone, tell him/her and let them know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, ask if they miss u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the feeling of missing someone become jealousy or paranoia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u are the one being missed and u know it, let the other party know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u miss him/her too, tell them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-109947678580360607?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/109947678580360607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=109947678580360607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109947678580360607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109947678580360607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/11/have-you-ever-missed-someone.html' title='Have you ever missed someone?'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-109947653160880547</id><published>2004-11-03T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T18:08:51.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HaTe BoYs vs. I HaTe GiRlS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I HATE BOYS vs. I HATE GIRLS (HiLaRiOuS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;B O Y S&lt;br /&gt;A heart is not a playing thing,&lt;br /&gt;A heart is not a toy,&lt;br /&gt;but if you want it broken,&lt;br /&gt;Just give it to a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys, they like to play with things&lt;br /&gt;To see what makes them run,&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to kissing,&lt;br /&gt;They do it just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys never give their hearts away&lt;br /&gt;They play us girls for fools,&lt;br /&gt;They wait until we give our hearts&lt;br /&gt;And then they play it cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will wonder where he is at night,&lt;br /&gt;You will wonder if he is true,&lt;br /&gt;One moment you will be happy,&lt;br /&gt;One moment you will be blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get the chance to see him&lt;br /&gt;Your heart begins to dance,&lt;br /&gt;Your life revolves around him,&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing like romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it starts to happen,&lt;br /&gt;You worry day and night,&lt;br /&gt;You see my friend, you're losing him&lt;br /&gt;It never turns out right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys are great though immature,&lt;br /&gt;The price you pay is high,&lt;br /&gt;He may seem sweet and gorgeous,&lt;br /&gt;But remember he is a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fall in love with just a boy&lt;br /&gt;That's takes a lot of nerve.&lt;br /&gt;You see my friend, you need a man&lt;br /&gt;To get what you deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you think that you're in love,&lt;br /&gt;Be careful if you can&lt;br /&gt;Before you give your heart away&lt;br /&gt;Make sure that he's a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;G I R L S&lt;br /&gt;There are many good things in life,&lt;br /&gt;Like cars, money, and weed.&lt;br /&gt;But if you want something confusing,&lt;br /&gt;A girl is all you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl doesn't say what she wants,&lt;br /&gt;But you're somehow supposed to know,&lt;br /&gt;If they want to do this or do that,&lt;br /&gt;Stay here, stay there, or just go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the time, you all know what I mean,&lt;br /&gt;That monthly little joy,&lt;br /&gt;That lets them abuse the shit out of you,&lt;br /&gt;just for being a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever dare to look at another girl,&lt;br /&gt;They seem to scream, go on, and panic.&lt;br /&gt;But watch how fast they ignore you,&lt;br /&gt;at the sight of that queer from "Titanic".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They give you questions like,&lt;br /&gt;Am I fat?", And "If you could go with one of my friends, who?",&lt;br /&gt;There is no answer, face the facts,&lt;br /&gt;You are definitely through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They take nothing and blow it up,&lt;br /&gt;And make a tremendous fuss,&lt;br /&gt;So girls no matter what you think,&lt;br /&gt;You are just as hard to understand as us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;i hate smiling just to pretend i'm not hurt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to giggle to show i'll be ok;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to laugh after i cry;&lt;br /&gt;i still love u but i've said goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Remember to never lose touch with those friends you've made here, because you have all changed and grown enormously together, and that is something very sacred to be shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember you are only here for a short while, time flies before you realize it, so make it last, make it memorable, make it the best time of your life, the best memories that you can carry with you for the rest of your days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to love the ones you love, life isn't forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-109947653160880547?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/109947653160880547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=109947653160880547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109947653160880547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109947653160880547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-hate-boys-vs-i-hate-girls.html' title='I HaTe BoYs vs. I HaTe GiRlS'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-109947605375905687</id><published>2004-11-03T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T18:00:53.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I call "YOU" friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Because you are always there for me.&lt;br /&gt;Because I feel comfortable around you.&lt;br /&gt;Because you actually hear what I say.&lt;br /&gt;Because you bring out the best in me.&lt;br /&gt;Because you accept me for who I am.&lt;br /&gt;Because you are not afraid to tell it like it is.&lt;br /&gt;Because you make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;Because you are down to earth.&lt;br /&gt;Because you make me feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;Because we have so much fun together..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-109947605375905687?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/109947605375905687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=109947605375905687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109947605375905687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109947605375905687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/11/why-do-i-call-you-friend.html' title='Why do I call &quot;YOU&quot; friend'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-109947592311844260</id><published>2004-11-03T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T17:58:43.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMPRESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HOW TO IMPRESS A WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Compliment her,&lt;br /&gt;respect her,&lt;br /&gt;honor her,&lt;br /&gt;cuddle her,&lt;br /&gt;kiss her, caress her,&lt;br /&gt;love her, stroke her,&lt;br /&gt;tease her,&lt;br /&gt;comfort her,&lt;br /&gt;protect her,&lt;br /&gt;hug her,&lt;br /&gt;hold her,&lt;br /&gt;spend money on her,&lt;br /&gt;wine and dine her,&lt;br /&gt;buy things for her,&lt;br /&gt;listen to her,&lt;br /&gt;care for her,&lt;br /&gt;stand by her,&lt;br /&gt;support her,&lt;br /&gt;hold her,&lt;br /&gt;go to the ends of the Earth for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HOW TO IMPRESS A MAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Show up naked.&lt;br /&gt;Bring food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-109947592311844260?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/109947592311844260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=109947592311844260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109947592311844260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109947592311844260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/11/impress.html' title='IMPRESS'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-109947556713935352</id><published>2004-11-03T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T17:52:47.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Friendship Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A ball&lt;br /&gt;is a circle, No&lt;br /&gt;beginning, no end.&lt;br /&gt;It keeps us together Like&lt;br /&gt;our Circle of Friends But the&lt;br /&gt;treasure inside for you to see&lt;br /&gt;is the treasure of friendship&lt;br /&gt;You've granted to me.&lt;br /&gt;Today I pass the&lt;br /&gt;friendship ball&lt;br /&gt;to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-109947556713935352?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/109947556713935352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=109947556713935352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109947556713935352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109947556713935352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/11/friendship-ball.html' title='The Friendship Ball'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-109947548487919446</id><published>2004-11-03T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T17:51:24.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Once upon a time, a big monk and a little monk were travelling together. They came to the bank of a river, the bridge was damaged. They had to wade across the river. There was a pretty lady who was stuck at the damaged bridge and couldn't cross the river. The big monk offered to carry the pretty across the river on his back. The lady accepted. The little monk was shocked by the move of the big monk. "How can big disciple brother carry a lady when we are supposed to avoid all intimacy with females," thought the little monk. But he kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big monk carried the lady across the river and the small monk followed unhappily. When they crossed the river, the big monk let the lady down and they parted with her. All along the way for several miles, the little monk was very unhappy with the act of the big monk. He was making up all kinds of accusations about the big monk in his head. This got him madder and madder. But he still kept quiet. And the big monk had no inclination to explain his situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, at rest-point many hours later, the little monk could not stand it any further, he burst out angrily at the big monk. "How can you claim yourself a devout monk, when you seize the first oppourtunity to touch a female, especially when she is very pretty. All your teachings to me make you a big hypocrite." The big monk looked surprised and said, "I had put down the pretty lady at the river bank many hours ago, how come you are still carrying her along?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;******************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;This is a very old Chinese zen story but it still reflects the thinking of many people today. We encounter many unpleasant things in our life, they irritate us and they make us angry. Sometimes, they cause us a lot of hurt, sometimes they cause us to be bitter or jealous. But like the little monk, we are not willing to let them go away. We keep on carrying the baggage of the "pretty lady" with us. We let them keep on coming back to hurt us, make us angry, make us bitter and cause a lot of agony. Why? Simply because we are not willing to put down the baggage of the "pretty lady". We should just put down the pretty lady immediately after crossing the river, immediately after the unpleasant event is over. This will immediately remove all our agonies. There is no need to be further hurt by the unpleasant event after it is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just that simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-109947548487919446?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/109947548487919446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=109947548487919446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109947548487919446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109947548487919446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/11/zen.html' title='Zen'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-109947519292446354</id><published>2004-11-03T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T17:46:32.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDSHIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Just to share - in case you have not come across this "10 points" before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;1. FOCUS ON WHAT YOU CAN GIVE TO A FRIEND, NOT WHAT YOU CAN GET OUT OF A FRIENDSHIP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;If being happy is your only motive for wanting someone to be your friend, then you are not being a real friend. Don't get caught up in keeping tabs on who has given most in the friendship. Give to your friends regardless of how much they give to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;2. ENCOURAGE YOUR FRIEND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Real friends inspire and push each other to be the best that they can be, rather than drag each other down. They are happy when other people achieve their goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;3. BE WILLING TO FORGIVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Don't let hurt turn to grudge. This is one sure way to destroy a friendship. Forgive your friend and move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;4. TACTFULLY POINT OUT THEIR MISTAKES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;This is one way to show concern for others. If you really care, you will tactfully point out a specific example for his own good. But once you've brought the problem to your friend's attention, don't harp on it all the time. Don't walk away from a friendship when you see some of your friend's faults. Be patient with a friend as he or she tries to change. Realize that nobody is perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;5. BE RELIABLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When you say you are going to be there, be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;6. DON'T TRY TO CONTROL YOUR FRIENDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Real friendship does not mean you always have to be together. It may be tempting to have a fun person all to yourself, and feel threatened when your friend spends time with others. If you are afraid to let your friends out of your sight, you are probably afraid of losing them. Good friendship will endure time spent apart. You and your friends may learn to appreciate each other even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;7. BE THERE FOR THE GOOD AND THE BAD TIMES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Celebrate with them if your friends are excited about something.&lt;br /&gt;But don't be there just for the good times. When your friend is upset about something, give them your full attention. Most of the time, what friends really need is a sympathetic ear, someone who understand their feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;8. LEARN TO ACCEPT PERSONALITY DIFFERENCES IN YOUR FRIENDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Be careful not to evaluate other people by how you react in a particular situation. Do not automatically take your friends' behaviour personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;9. DON'T BE A BLABBERMOUTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Learn and be willing to keep each other's secrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;10. DON'T LET ARGUMENTS DESTROY YOUR FRIENDSHIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Suppose you're having a discussion with a friend and after you've&lt;br /&gt;said what you think is true, they still disagree. Don't keep arguing until you get mad with each other. Just drop it. Your desire to win the argument may ruin your friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Follow these steps and for sure you will have a good relationship with all of your friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-109947519292446354?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/109947519292446354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=109947519292446354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109947519292446354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109947519292446354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/11/friendship.html' title='FRIENDSHIP'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-109947470627193170</id><published>2004-11-03T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T17:38:26.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember by heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Well said...&lt;br /&gt;Here're some simple sayings with profound truth.&lt;br /&gt;It's ok to kiss a fool, it's ok to let a fool kiss you, but never ever let a kiss fool you....&lt;br /&gt;It's still best to wait for the one you want rather than settle for the one available. Best to wait for the one you love than settle for one who's around. Best to wait for the right one. Life is short to waste on the wrong person....&lt;br /&gt;It is better to meet the person who will truly love you later, than meet someone now who promises to love you but sooner or later leave you forever.....&lt;br /&gt;Never try to impress someone to make him/her fall in love w/u if you do, you will be expected to keep the standard for the rest of your life...&lt;br /&gt;Fate determines who comes into our lives. The heart determines who stays...&lt;br /&gt;With thots &amp;amp; heartfelts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;If I could catch a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;I would do it just for you&lt;br /&gt;and share with you its beauty&lt;br /&gt;on the days you're feeling blue...&lt;br /&gt;If I could build a mountain&lt;br /&gt;you could call your very own&lt;br /&gt;A place to find serenity&lt;br /&gt;A place to be alone...&lt;br /&gt;If I could take your troubles&lt;br /&gt;I would toss them in the sea&lt;br /&gt;But all these things I'm finding&lt;br /&gt;are impossible for me...&lt;br /&gt;I cannot build a mountain&lt;br /&gt;or catch a rainbow fair&lt;br /&gt;But let me be what I know best,&lt;br /&gt;A friend that's always there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^**^*^*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-109947470627193170?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/109947470627193170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=109947470627193170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109947470627193170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109947470627193170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/11/remember-by-heart.html' title='Remember by heart'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-109947407891631883</id><published>2004-11-03T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T17:34:46.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Instructions for Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;1. Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk.&lt;br /&gt;2. When you lose, don't lose the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;3. Follow the three Rs: Respect for self, respect for others responsibility for all your actions.&lt;br /&gt;4. Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.&lt;br /&gt;5. Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly.&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.&lt;br /&gt;7. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.&lt;br /&gt;8. Spend some time alone every day.&lt;br /&gt;9. Open your arms to change, but don't let go of your values.&lt;br /&gt;10. Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.&lt;br /&gt;11. Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think back, you'll be able to enjoy it a second time.&lt;br /&gt;12. A loving atmosphere in your home is the foundation for your life.&lt;br /&gt;13. In disagreements with loved ones, deal only with the current situation. Don't bring up the past.&lt;br /&gt;14. Share your knowledge. It's a way to achieve immortality.&lt;br /&gt;15. Be gentle with the earth.&lt;br /&gt;16. Once a year, go someplace you've never been before.&lt;br /&gt;17. Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.&lt;br /&gt;18. Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.&lt;br /&gt;19. Approach love and cooking with reckless abandon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-109947407891631883?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/109947407891631883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=109947407891631883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109947407891631883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109947407891631883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/11/instructions-for-life.html' title='Instructions for Life'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-109947389924024396</id><published>2004-11-03T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T17:24:59.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;WHEN I SAW YOU..&lt;br /&gt;I WAS AFRAID TO TALK TO YOU...&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I TALKED TO YOU...&lt;br /&gt;I WAS AFRAID TO HOLD YOU...&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I HOLD YOU...&lt;br /&gt;I WAS AFRAID TO LOVE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;NOW THAT I LOVE YOU ...&lt;br /&gt;I'M AFRAID TO LOSE YOU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;SOMETIMES LOVE HURTS...&lt;br /&gt;BUT IF IT DOESN'T HURT...&lt;br /&gt;THEN IT ISN'T LOVE...&lt;br /&gt;HOLD ON 2 THE PERSON U LOVE...&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE THEY SLIP AWAY...&lt;br /&gt;OR ELSE U CAN NEVER GET THEM BACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I WAS BORN WHEN YOU KISSED ME...&lt;br /&gt;AND I DIED WHEN YOU LEFT ME...&lt;br /&gt;BUT I LIVED FOR THE TWO MONTHS U&lt;br /&gt;LOVED ME...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;UNTIL THERE WAS YOU,&lt;br /&gt;I CRIED MY SELF TO SLEEP...&lt;br /&gt;WHILE I HAD YOU, I FELL ASLEEP&lt;br /&gt;WITH A GENTLE SMILE ON&lt;br /&gt;MY FACE...&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE I LOST YOU,I WORRIED MY&lt;br /&gt;SELF TO SLEEP...&lt;br /&gt;NOW THAT I KNOW UR GONE,&lt;br /&gt;I SIT UP AT NIGHT, WAITING FOR U&lt;br /&gt;TO COME BACK...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-109947389924024396?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/109947389924024396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=109947389924024396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109947389924024396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109947389924024396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/11/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-109941130904243336</id><published>2004-11-02T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T00:01:49.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most In Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The most destructive habit.....................................Worry&lt;br /&gt;The greatest Joy...................................................Giving&lt;br /&gt;The greatest loss...............................Loss of self-respect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;The most satisfying work............................Helping others&lt;br /&gt;The ugliest personality trait.............................Selfishness&lt;br /&gt;The ! most endangered species...............Dedicated leaders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Our greatest natural resource...........................Our youth&lt;br /&gt;The greatest "shot in the arm"..................Encouragement&lt;br /&gt;The greatest problem to overcome............................Fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The most effective sleeping pill...................Peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;The most crippling failure disease.......................Excuses&lt;br /&gt;The most powerful force in life...................................Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The most dangerous pariah..............................A gossiper&lt;br /&gt;The world's most incredible computer.................The brain&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing to be without..............................Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The deadliest weapon....................................The tongue&lt;br /&gt;The two most power-filled words............................"I Can"&lt;br /&gt;The greatest asset................................................Faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The most worthless emotion..............................Self-pity&lt;br /&gt;The! most beautiful attire.....................................SMILE!&lt;br /&gt;The most prized possession............................. Integrity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The most powerful channel of communication.......Prayer&lt;br /&gt;The most contagious spirit..........................Enthusiasm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-109941130904243336?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/109941130904243336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=109941130904243336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109941130904243336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109941130904243336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/11/most-in-life.html' title='The Most In Life'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-109941105912498963</id><published>2004-11-02T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T23:57:39.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you Worth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;A well-known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20 bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a room full of people, he asked, "Who would like this nice $20 bill?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands started going up. The speaker said, "I am going to give this $20 to one of you, but first, let me do this..." He then proceeded to crumple the $20 dollar bill up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then asked, "Who still wants it?" Still the hands were up in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," he replied, "what if I do this?" He dropped the money on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty, and asked... "Now, who still wants it?" Still the hands went into the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My friends, you've all learned a very valuable lesson of life. No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it, because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $20. The same is true about people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way. Sometimes we feel as though we are worthless. But, no matter what has happened to you, or what will ever happen, you will never lose your value in God's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Him, dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you are still priceless. Psalm 17:8 states that God will keep us, "as the apple of His eye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worth of our lives comes not in what we do, nor who we are... but by WHOSE WE ARE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very special because you are a child of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever forget that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I hope this will help you remember that you are priceless and nothing that happens to you can ever change that. Also, let it remind you that everyone around you is also priceless regardless of their appearance, clothing or circumstances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-109941105912498963?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/109941105912498963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=109941105912498963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109941105912498963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109941105912498963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/11/what-are-you-worth.html' title='What are you Worth'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-109940992098592453</id><published>2004-11-02T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T23:38:40.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger...Tears...Laughter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I like this a lot. True and very touching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I really love the verse "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Leaf departure is because of Wind pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;". If you fall for somebody don't pretend that it didn't matter. Love is something that can't you can afford to have mind games. Quickly tell your love, you love him/her so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tree::&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;The reason I'm called tree is because I'm good at painting trees. Overtime I start to use a tree on the right hand corner as a trademark for all my watercolors painting. I have dated 5 gals when I was in Pre-U. There's one gal who I love a lot but never dare go after her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't have a pretty face, doesn't have a good figure, doesn't have outstanding charm. She is just a very ordinary gal. I like her. I really like her. Like her innocent, like her frankness. Like her cuteness, like her intelligence and her fragility. Reason for not going after her is because I felt somebody so ordinary like her is not a good match for me. I'm also afraid that after we are together all the good feelings will vanish. I'm also afraid other's gossips will hurt her. I felt that if she's my gal, she will be mine ultimately &amp; I don't have to give up everything just for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last reason, made her accompany me for 3 years. She watch me chase after gals, and I have make her heart cry for 3 years. She wants to be a good actress and I'm a very demanding director. When I kissed my 2nd girlfriend, she bumped into us. She was embarrassed but smile &amp;amp; say "Go on!" before running off. The next day, her eyes was swollen like a walnut. I purposely didn't want to think about what causes her to cry but laugh at her the whole day. When everybody go back home, she was alone crying in the classroom. She didn't know that I returned from soccer training to get something. I watch her cry for an hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 4th girlfriend didn't like her. There was once when both of them quarreled. I know that based on her character she's not the type that will start off the quarrel. But I still sided with my girlfriend. I shouted at her and her eyes was filled shocked. I didn't care about her feelings and walked off with my girlfriend. The next day, she still laugh &amp; joke with me like nothing has ever happened. I know that she's very hurt but she didn't know that my heart ache is as bad as hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I broke up with my 5th girlfriend, I asked her out. After going out for a day, I told her that I have something to tell her. She told me that coincidentally, she has something to tell me too. I told her about my break up and she told me about her getting together. I know whose the guy. He has been going after her for quite a while. A very cute guy full of energy, lively and interesting. His pursuit for her has been the talk of the school. I can't show her my heart ache but could only smile &amp;amp; congratulate her. When I reach home, the heart ache is so strong that I can't stand it. It's like a heavy weighted stone on my chest. I couldn't breath. Wanted to shout but can't. Tears rolled down &amp; I broke down &amp;amp; cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have I seen her cry for the man that doesn't acknowledge her presence too. During graduation, I read a sms in my hp. It was send 10 days ago when I broke down and cry. I haven't read it since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Leaf departure is because of Wind pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Leaf::&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;During Pre-U days, I like to collect leaves. Why? Because I felt that for a leaf to leave the tree she has been relying on for so long it takes a lot of courage. During the 3 years of Pre-U I was on very close terms with a guy. Not BGR kind but as buddy kind. But when he had his 1st girlfriend, I learnt a feeling I never should have learnt - Jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sourness in the heart can't be describe by using a lemon. It's like 100 rotten sour lemon. Sourness to the extreme limit. They were only together for 2 mths. When they broke up, I hide my strong sense of happiness. But after a mth, he got together with another gal. I like him &amp; I know he like me. But why won't he pursue me? Since he love me why he doesn't want to make the first move? Whenever he had a new girlfriend, my heart would hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Time after time, my heart was hurt. I begin to suspect that this is a one sided love. If he don't like he, why does he treat me so well. It's beyond what you will normally do for a friend. Liking a person is very heart wrenching. I can know his likes, his habits. But his feelings towards me I can never figure out. You can't expect me a gal to ask him right? Despite that, I still want to be by his side. Care for him, accompany him, love him. Hoping that one fine day, he will come &amp;amp; love me. It's like waiting for his phone call every night, wanting him to send me sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that no matter how busy he is, he will make time for me. Because of this, I waited for him. The 3 years were the hardest to go through &amp; I really want to give up. Sometimes, I wonder should I continue waiting. The pain and hurt, the dilemma accompany me for 3 years. Till the end of my 3rd year, a 2nd year junior begins to go after me. Everyday he pursuit me relentlessly. From outright rejection to a point in time when I felt that I'm willing to let him have a small footing in my heart. He's like a warm &amp;amp; gentle wind, trying to blow a leaf away from the tree. In the end, I realized that I didn't want to give this wind a small footing in my heart. I know this wind will bring this badly battered leave far away &amp; better land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I left tree, but the tree only smile &amp;amp; didn't ask me to stay.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Leaf departure is because of Wind pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;... ... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Wind::&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Because I like a gal called leaf. Because she's so dependent on tree so I have to be a gust wind. A wind that will blow her away. When I first met her, it was 1 mth after I transfer to the new school. I saw a petite person looking at my seniors &amp; me playing soccer. During ECA time, she will always be sitting there. Be it alone or with her friends looking at him. When he talks with gals there's jealousy in her eyes. When he looked at her, there's a smile in her eyes. Looking at her became my habit. Just like she likes to look at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, she didn't appear. I felt something amissed. I can't explain the feeling except it's a kind of uneasiness. The senior was also not there as well. I went to their classroom, hid outside and saw my senior scolding her. Tears were in her eyes while he left. The next day, I saw her at her usual place, looking at him. I walked over and smiled to her. Took out a note &amp;amp; gave to her. She was surprised. She looked at me, smiled &amp; accept the note. The next day, she appeared &amp;amp; pass me a note and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaf's heart is too heavy and wind couldn't blow her away. It's not that leaf heart is too heavy. It because leaf never want to leave tree. I replied her note with this statement and slowly she started to talk to me &amp; accept my presents &amp;amp; phone calls. I know that the person she loves is not me. But I have this perseverance that one day I will make her like me. Within 4 mths, I have declared my love for her no less than 20 times. Every time, she will divert away from the topic. But I never give up. If I decide I want her to be mine, I will definitely use all means to win her over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember how many times I have declared my love to her. Although I know she will try to divert but I still bear a small ray of hope. Hoping that she will agree to me my girlfriend. I didn't hear any reply from her over the phone. I asked "what are you doing? How come you didn't want to reply?" She said, "I'm nodding my head". "Ah?" I couldn't believe my ears. "I'm nodding my head" She replied loudly. I hang up the phone, quickly changed and took a taxi and rush to her place &amp;amp; press her door bell. During the moment when she opens the door. I hugged her tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Leaf departure is because of Wind pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay... ... ... If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy... ... ...Falling in love with someone is not going to be easy... anger...tears...laughter... thats when u wanna be together despite it all... Thats true love....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-109940992098592453?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/109940992098592453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=109940992098592453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109940992098592453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109940992098592453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/11/angertearslaughter.html' title='Anger...Tears...Laughter...'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-109940854094709545</id><published>2004-11-02T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T23:15:40.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Paper Explanation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Love is like 2 people filling up a piece of paper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A relationship starts off as a clear piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy and a gal agrees to write on that piece of paper. When it starts, both are excited as it's their first time working together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They fill up the paper with the best of things they can think of. Sometimes the guy writes more, sometimes the gal writes more. Some people writes without thinking much, some writes after some thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the writing carries on, it gets more and more tiring. The couple have to be motivated to keep on writing. This is the commitment and responsibility of a relationship. As long as the urge to write continues, the writing will never end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will carry on paper after paper until one pen's ink run out. This is eternal love till death do us apart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some couples prefer to write together, some write their own and combine the efforts. Neither side should be the only one writing, else ink may get blocked for the party who writes non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The character of a person is like the handwriting on the paper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has his/her handwriting. It is very difficult to change one's handwriting. Not impossible but it takes a lot of time and hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outcome may not be desirable.It is also difficult to imitate the handwritings of another person. The most one can do is to be tidier or more untidy in their handwritings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, to make the writing on the paper look more presentable, it could be necessary for either side to slightly alter the style of his/her handwritings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mistake in love is like a smudge on the paper... Whether purposely or accidentally a smudge is a smudge. No matter how well the writing has gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far or how lovely is the content, a smudge will leave a mark no matter how well u cover it (eraser, liquid paper, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether to keep on writing will depend on the perception of the couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether they mind the content more or the outlook of the piece of work more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst case is when the paper is torn. It'll leave a very ugly mark. Well, the decision lies with the couple...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To break-off is to stop writing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many reasons can lead to this ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One party could be the one writing non-stop and really too tired to carry on anymore. One party or both could be unsatisfied with the content or really dislike what each other is writing (it takes time to know the writing style of someone, it could be halfway through the paper before it is known).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or a smudge exists and either one or both mind (depend on their level of perfectionism).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or it could be what they r writing r contradicting each other. It can also be the case where one party finds another partner to write with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other analogies... Pen users r serious lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who use pencils like to test things out first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some even write drafts with other people (many-timers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a breakup, a photocopy of the writings so far is made and this is given to a party while the other keeps the original (for memories).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or it could be either or neither will keep the writings. It could also be the original work lies there waiting for the original writers to be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A well-done masterpiece could be bound into a book and kept forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise in some cases, it may be pieces of paper lying around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different people writes different things and have different outcomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the case of people going through many relationships, it's just like changing partners to work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may write things according to past experiences or have new ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While writing, the couple may exchange their pens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a new relationship, one party might mind that his/her partner's pen has been used by other people before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I believe this also applies to friendship right? It also requires both parties to play their part to keep the friendship forever lasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only live once. What do you really want to do and achieve in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's think, learn &amp;amp; share. It is a meaningful journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As long as we have memories, yesterday remains. As long as we have hope, tomorrow awaits. As long as we have friendship, today is beautiful"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-109940854094709545?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/109940854094709545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=109940854094709545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109940854094709545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109940854094709545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/11/paper-explanation.html' title='The Paper Explanation'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-109940819958371148</id><published>2004-11-02T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T23:13:29.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Additional twist to a familiar story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Below is a familiar story, with a twist.. Don't forget to read the last section for the moral of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first,the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement he quieted down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well. He was astonished at what he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a stepping stone. We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the five simple rules to be happy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. Free your heart from hatred - Forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Free your mind from worries - Most never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Live simply and appreciate what you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Give more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Expect less &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW....Enough of that crap . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The donkey later came back and bit the farmer who had tried to bury him. The gash from the bite got infected, and the farmer eventually died in agony from septic shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL FROM TODAY'S LESSON:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you do something wrong and try to cover your ass, it always comes back to bite you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have A good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-109940819958371148?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/109940819958371148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=109940819958371148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109940819958371148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109940819958371148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/11/additional-twist-to-familiar-story.html' title='Additional twist to a familiar story'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-109940554704821456</id><published>2004-11-02T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T23:32:15.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After All What Love Is All About</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Somebody once told me that "Finding the right person is very hard and very wrong..... it is best to be the right person for the one you love and start from there... you'll always end up disappointed when you set standards and define a "right person" for you... and don't rush things....coz somewhere somehow God is preparing somebody for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You can never be perfect... the person you love can never be perfect... but both of you can be perfect through love and prayers, and your love can be perfect through the both of you. But, no relationship is complete without God..... that's why we have marriage..it's a bond not only between you and your loved one....but also with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our relationships fail not because (s) he’s not the right person....it's because we expected too much and we decided on our own....let God do the work...you may call it waiting time....but while you are waiting...pray. Let God guide you always...He knows better. No, He knows best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Love is not what you think it is.... Sometimes we mistakenly feel that our first relationship will be our last. Because we are overwhelmed with joy and romance, we forget to learn the meaning of true love. Some are saying that love is unselfish, blind, unconditional or simply denying oneself for the sake of someone very important in our life. Others are saying love is immortal and can never be defined. When we think we're in love the first thing we almost wanted the whole world to know is that our love for someone very special can never be taken away from us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say this phrase "You are the most wonderful gift from GOD I have ever received..." After a terrible fight or sometimes even a petty quarrel we then say "You are the biggest mistake i've ever made for my entire life...!!!!". Now, how do you say and spell the word L-O-V-E? Are you really deeply into it?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Nobody can tell what love really is until experience speaks and whispers right into our ears. Most of the time, these love promises like "Forever, Till Death do us apart, etc." would end up "Never" and "We should part ways, I'm no longer happy with you! My love for you is DEAD!!!". Many times we thought after having committed to someone and your trust to one another freezes down to zero degree "S/He ain't the right one. I should probably wait for the right one to come."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the big question anyone could not answer is "Is she/he the right one?" and "When is the right time?" That made us sticks to whom we are with. Will you always be waiting for the right person to come and the right time to commit? A big YES is the answer. Don't be in a hurry to get into a relationship because you can never find love if you insist that you are already into it. Try to find time to really understand your real feelings, to know who you really are, and what you really want in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You're right, There is no such thing as a perfect relationship, but there's a compatible partnership that goes along with it. If you already knew that you're too big to fit into a small sized t-shirt, don't give it a try. You'll probably break it and pay for the damages you have made. If you knew and felt that the relationship will not last, don't go deeper into it. You'll just suffer the consequences and live like hell the rest of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really hard to say goodbye though, but you can't make it any better by just pretending you still have the same feelings. Try to let go and give yourself a chance to live life to the fullest. Give yourself a chance to grow and give your heart a much needed attention. Then you will find that you have made the right decision and you made it all by yourself. More frequently than not, we all act in a hypocritical manner for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;We call it love when we can't leave someone and see them crying as we try to let go. We are wrong, its just pity. We call it love when we're too attached and think that losing the one we love will somehow make us weak and unable to face the storms of life. We misunderstood, its just that we're too much dependent to them. We call it love when we give our whole life to them, the wholeness of us and imagined that if they leave no one would accept us and our past. We are mistaken, its just insecurity. But no matter what the definition is, the truth still remains that love isn't something you can buy nor beg. It is real and existing. You can't touch it but you can feel it in your heart. You can't find it, but it will knock before you when you least expect it to come. It can make you the happiest soul in heaven, but don't forget that it also can make you the most miserable person in the whole galaxy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-109940554704821456?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/109940554704821456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=109940554704821456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109940554704821456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109940554704821456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/11/after-all-what-love-is-all-about.html' title='After All What Love Is All About'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-109940532165101147</id><published>2004-11-02T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T23:11:59.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Interesting Read: Balance of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Mary and Susan were friends for years. They grew up together and attended the same schools. They were now both in their 40's, and both had great careers. They both had a similar upbringing – same education, same family values, similar support and financial position. But there was one main difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary never seemed to have enough time. She watched her life long friend Susan. She had similar responsibilities and interests. Susan had a career, she had three children, she had her hobbies, one of which included golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over lunch, Susan was telling Mary about the golf game that she played last weekend. "Susan, where do you find the time to play golf?" asked Mary. "I never seem to have the time, now with the children older and doing their own thing I thought I would have time to play golf like we did when we were in college."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan looked at Mary and laughed, "Mary, we both have the same hours in a day. You do have the time to play golf!" With a sigh Mary replied, "That's easy for you to say. I never seem to have time. My work takes so much of my time. I am in the office at 7:30, I leave at 6:30 in the evening. By the time I get home and have dinner, it is 8:00! And, then I usually have a briefcase full of work. The weekends are full of more work. Just to keep up, I have to put in the hours. You know what it is like!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course, I know what it is like," Susan said. "But what would happen tomorrow if you got sick? Who would do the work?" "Sick. Who has time to get sick! exclaimed Mary. "But if I did get sick, someone else would do the work, I suppose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know something, Mary, I used to be like you. I worked night and day and of course on weekends. When I got home I was exhausted but I would push myself and read my children a bedtime story. By the time I went to bed, I would be more than exhausted. The boss I had was very demanding. She was there early in the morning, late at night, and she always worked weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt I had to do the same - I needed the job to help support my family -just as you did. But then I had a change of bosses. The man I worked for was older and much wiser, I might add! Of course, I continued to work the hours I had been working. One day he came to my desk and passed me a card that had a quote on it which said, 'What I do today is important, because I will never have today again' – then he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there stunned. I suddenly thought of what was important to me. While my work was important, I realized my children were more important. I also realized that time for me was important. It was 4:30, the official closing time of the office. I straightened my desk, felt a twinge of guilt about leaving, but I forced myself to leave. I was home by 5:00. Mychildren and husband were surprised. I had a wonderful evening. It was not a chore to read that bedtime story that evening."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary was looking at her friend thoughtfully and then questioned Susan about the work she had left on her desk. Susan replied, "I never thought this possible, but I actually accomplished more the next day then I had in weeks. As I was leaving the next day I stopped at my new boss's office and thanked him for the quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me a story about advice his dad had given him many years ago when he was working night and day. He referred to it as 'Balance of Life'. His dad told him to keep balance in his work, in his family life and in time for himself. He explained to me, while all aspects of our life are important, without a balance, you become addicted and like all addictions you lose:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* no balance with your family - you lose them * no balance with your work - you lose your perspective and you actually lose focus on the important aspects of your job. * no balance with yourself - you forget who you are and when you retire you have nothing! Or worse than that, if you lose your job through a company sale or downsizing you lose your identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went on to tell me that who we are is NOT what we do to make a living. Who we are is a balance of our family, our work, ourselves! It truly was the best advice I ever received."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary took a drink of her tea and tearfully looked at her friend, "But I would never get my work done if I left at 4:30!"Susan looked thoughtfully at her, "When you go to work on Monday, Look at what you have on your desk. Make a list of everything you have to Get done and beside that list write the impact of not doing it. Then focus Only on the top three items that have the most impact. Do that everyday for a week. At first, you will find it difficult to leave. But, after awhile, you will find that you will have more energy, and you will be more focused in your work because you have BALANCE! There are times when we have to lose balance- a special project at work, or a family matter at home - but consciously focusing on balance keeps everything in check."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary smiled at her friend, "Thanks for talking with me. We have been friends for so long. Thank heavens I have balance with our friendship! You have convinced me. I will leave the work in my briefcase this weekend. On Monday, I will make the list first thing. Perhaps next weekend, I will have the time to go golfing with you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Balance of Life" - important for us ALL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;"A friendship can weather most things and thrive in thin soil; but itneeds a little mulch of letters and phone calls and small, sillypresents every so often - just to save it from drying outcompletely." -Pam Brown&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-109940532165101147?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/109940532165101147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=109940532165101147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109940532165101147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109940532165101147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/11/interesting-read-balance-of-life.html' title='An Interesting Read: Balance of Life'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-109924391363945401</id><published>2004-11-01T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T22:20:03.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The TRAIN of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Some folks ride the train of life&lt;br /&gt;Looking out the rear,&lt;br /&gt;Watching miles of life roll by,&lt;br /&gt;And marking every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sit in sad remembrance,&lt;br /&gt;Of wasted days gone by,&lt;br /&gt;And curse their life for what it was,&lt;br /&gt;And hang their head and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't concern myself with that,&lt;br /&gt;I took a different vent,&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to what life holds,&lt;br /&gt;And not what has been spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So strap me to the engine,&lt;br /&gt;As securely as I can be,&lt;br /&gt;I want to be out in the front,&lt;br /&gt;To see what I can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel the winds of change,&lt;br /&gt;Blowing in my face,&lt;br /&gt;I want to see what life unfolds,&lt;br /&gt;As I move from place to place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see what's coming up,&lt;br /&gt;Not looking at the past,&lt;br /&gt;Life's too short for yesterdays,&lt;br /&gt;It moves along too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if the ride gets bumpy,&lt;br /&gt;While you are looking back,&lt;br /&gt;Go up front, and you may find,&lt;br /&gt;Your life has jumped the track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all right to remember,&lt;br /&gt;That's part of history,&lt;br /&gt;But up front's where it's happening,&lt;br /&gt;There's so much mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The enjoyment of living,&lt;br /&gt;Is not where we have been,&lt;br /&gt;It's looking ever forward,&lt;br /&gt;To another year and ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's searching all the byways,&lt;br /&gt;Never should you refrain,&lt;br /&gt;For if you want to live your life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You've &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;gotta drive&lt;/span&gt; the train.&lt;br /&gt;All Aboard Everybody...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-109924391363945401?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/109924391363945401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=109924391363945401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109924391363945401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109924391363945401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/11/train-of-life.html' title='The TRAIN of Life'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-109920905954522423</id><published>2004-10-31T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T15:52:12.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;You're My friend,&lt;br /&gt;my companion,&lt;br /&gt;through good times&lt;br /&gt;and bad&lt;br /&gt;my friend,&lt;br /&gt;my buddy,&lt;br /&gt;through happy and sad,&lt;br /&gt;beside me you stand,&lt;br /&gt;beside me you walk,&lt;br /&gt;you're there to listen,&lt;br /&gt;you're there to talk,&lt;br /&gt;with happiness,&lt;br /&gt;with smiles,&lt;br /&gt;with pain and tears,&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll be there,&lt;br /&gt;throughout the years!&lt;br /&gt;You are all good friends to me&lt;br /&gt;and I am grateful to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-109920905954522423?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/109920905954522423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=109920905954522423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109920905954522423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109920905954522423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-friend.html' title='My Friend'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-109920803533542201</id><published>2004-10-31T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T15:41:50.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;A girl and guy were speeding over 100 mph down the road on a motorcycle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;This is the conversation they had... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Girl: Slow down. I'm scared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Guy: No this is fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Girl: No it's not. Please, we're going too fast! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Guy: Then tell me you love me and I will slow down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Guy: Now give me a BIG hug. *Girl hugs him* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Guy: Can you take my helmet off and put it on? Its bugging me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;In the paper the next day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;"A motorcycle had crashed into a building because of break failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Two people were in the accident, but only one survived. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his motorbike's brakes failed, but he didn't want to let the girl know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Instead, he had her say she loved him and felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so that she would live even though it meant that he would die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;~Love is not selfish so Love is not being happy it is to make happy to whom you love even if you are unhappy with it~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-109920803533542201?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/109920803533542201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=109920803533542201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109920803533542201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109920803533542201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/10/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883838.post-109897926011369465</id><published>2004-10-28T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T00:11:00.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Friends Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Many people will walk in and out of your life. But only true friends will leave footprints in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To handle yourself, use your head; To handle others, use your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger is only one letter short of danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone betrays you once, it is his fault; If he betrays you twice, it is your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great minds discuss ideas; Average minds discuss events; Small minds discuss people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He, who loses money, loses much; He, who loses a friend, loses much more; He, who loses faith, loses all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful young people are accidents of nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn from the mistakes of others. You can't live long enough to make them all yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, you and me...... You brought another friend ... And then there were 3 . We started our group .. Our circle of friends..... There is no beginning or end . ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is mystery. Today is a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's National Friendship Week. Show your friends how much you care ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883838-109897926011369465?l=surprises4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/feeds/109897926011369465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8883838&amp;postID=109897926011369465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109897926011369465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883838/posts/default/109897926011369465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surprises4u.blogspot.com/2004/10/happy-friends-week.html' title='Happy Friends Week'/><author><name>CUTE DREAMER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076969819538944313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RatKFoFCGYw/SKbjdXk7atI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ltku47pqsVk/S220/sweet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
