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I think I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in fate because very few of us are born into rich and influential families. Some of us have to congregate in slum and squatter areas, bearing the brunt of poverty, prejudice and injustice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in fate because very few of us have knowledgeable and supportive parents. Some of us have parents who don't even value education and think schooling is a complete waste of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in fate because very few of us have a teachable and humble spirit, and willing to learn from others. Some of us are so rebellious and vulgar, and are of bad tastes and bad thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless I am not to be led into my unfortunate destiny without a fight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am determined to turn my fate with my knowledge and abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to change, improve and enrich my lifestyles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to expand and develop my horizon in my chosen fields and noble profession. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to strengthen and extend my controls over life issues and care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I believe in a better tomorrow if I can change for the better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside I know that there are things beyond my control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things that I have tried long and hard on many occasions with varieties of means and ways, but nothing much or significant is accomplished so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the moments when I have to shout and scream because life becomes so dragging, so dull and so boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I believe life is a journey of discovery, there are still many things under the sun that I must try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not spend much time and effort mourning and agonizing myself with the unforeseen future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I will quietly labor in faith in my present disposition and work for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do believe in fate... but that is no all... 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1CM_PcRl5-Q/SozGkd-xqUI/AAAAAAAAC7U/Io0mFTzmmNA/s400/smiling+asian+children-700x298.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371886785371679042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Smiling can make us look younger and more attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our smile is always the first thing people take notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling can change our mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling can boost our confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile can always brighten our darkest day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling can be contagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we smile, we help to change the moods of others, and make them happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A warm and genuine smile can go a long way in making all of us happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling can relieves stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling helps to prevent us from looking tired, worn down, and overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling helps our immune system to work better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we smile, our immune function will improve because we are more relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile can make us live longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling reduces our blood pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A healthy smile can last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling can make us more successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling makes us more confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are more likely to be promoted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are more likely to be approached at meetings and appointments and people will react to us differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling can help us to stay positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bright and beautiful smile may land us the job we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let us remember to smile more often....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, when we smile, the whole world will be smiling with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait for others to smile at us first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us start by smiling at them first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, a smile can change lives, alter situations, calm us down, and break down walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile can make a tremendous  impact both on our personal and professional relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile can even have a positive effect on bullies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us smile more often, and live a better day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; 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Sometimes it seem impossible, as my thoughts are carried away by so many considerations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try not to write with the intention to hurt others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself that if I can't find something edifying and constructive to others, then I don't write. The world has enough troubles and ugliness of its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in building up people and communities, not tearing down people and institutions with our ideologies, strong feelings and assertions, or some very serious contemplations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe all of us have the gift to write down all our thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing down my thoughts help to organize my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing down my thoughts help to improve my reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing down my thoughts help me to stand by my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing down my thoughts help me to understand just how insufficient and shallow are my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to read through all the comments in my blogs again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe readers out there are a great help to me to improve on my writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will continue blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging heals my soul when I am downcast and lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging calms my thoughts when I am provoked and get really mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging fills me with strong emotion when there are so much concern and love out there in the bloggersphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging inspires me and fills me with enthusiasm to live positively and productively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, blogging is my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't give up blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; padding: 10px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/91/BF396E1D94C8B32E5B1BDEDE96A6FB2C.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137455852267174093-8615412148925447863?l=mutuallove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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For some of us, that is our only source of revenue. Some of us do get ourselves involved in many other money making activities. Nevertheless, working with other people has taken up a major portion of our time everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us are unable to meet our ends with our meager salary and ever increasing food prices. And the fact that many of us are thrown out of jobs during the present economic crisis has caused many of us to give up all hope of living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us have put our money in the property markets. We buy shop houses, shop space, or commercial property. We invest in houses, flats, villas and resorts. We collect rentals and charges. We buy and sell properties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But situation changes fast. The economic crisis has adversely affected the business world. Not many are willing to invest in businesses and real estate. Not many want to buy properties. And there are the high operating cost and interest payments on bank loans to look after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us invest most of our money in stock market, commodity market, and foreign exchange market. Market sentiments are really bad and many of us are losing money. We have incurred great loss but too late to get out. We are badly burnt by the markets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want big money but many of us just don't want to work hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen newspaper vendors working hard at 3.00 every morning, distributing newspapers despite the heavy rains and thunderstorms just to make ends meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen vegetable, fruit, fish, and meat hawkers who are smiling away every  evening with their daily sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen food, drink, souvenir, and various retail stalls that never run out of customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are people who desire just to live and feed their family with their own hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are many more among us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, here we are, still not satisfied with what we have and what we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look around and see how so many of the poor are still having a decent living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not that poor. Aren't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't we fare much better than them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; padding: 10px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/91/BF396E1D94C8B32E5B1BDEDE96A6FB2C.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137455852267174093-3296000426667116647?l=mutuallove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Just how lonely can a loner be?! I start to question myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I start to think about it and let my thoughts flow freely... to this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe Adam was lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God had given him the garden of Eden to cultivate and to take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He must have been happy with his daily workload. Everything thrived and grew well under the most wonderful conditions, by the grace of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He must have been happy with the natural surroundings and the beautiful landscapes. He must have been enjoying the amazing and breathtaking scenery. And his personal experiences  everyday must have given him sweet dreams every night and caused him to chuckle in delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had all the living creatures as his friends and neighbors. He must have taken good care of them and they in turn must have taken good care of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful flowers, plants, and trees must have brighten his days and made him even more optimistic and enthusiastic about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Adam was terribly lonely even with what he had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he made his request known to God the Creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam needed family ties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam needed human relatives and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam needed the humankind for companions and fellowships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam needed the human race community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so God granted Adam's wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave him Eve as his life partner and soul mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God promised to bless him and give him a big family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were to multiply the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the human race evolved and spread across the globe all these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with it came human happiness and sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with it came human culture and civilization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with it came human history and dominance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with it came tender loving care and......loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say loneliness kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so they want to relive the old Adam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They become nature enthusiasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They become animal or plant lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They become outdoor explorers and adventurers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They live a secluded life away from the eyes of the public and the troubles of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they think they will be happy and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are yet another Adam in agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, with so many people around, loneliness needs not kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If no one seems to understand us, learn to show interests to those who need understanding. Sooner or later, there will be mutual understanding and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If no one seems to care about us, learn to show tender loving care to those in need of love. Sooner or later, they will be mutual love and care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If no one seem to want to talk to us, learn to show concerns and interests to those who are in-need of listening ears. Sooner or later, we will be able to make our voice heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If no one want to be with us, learn to be with someone who need our companion and friend. Sooner or later, we will be beaming with smiles and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is common among us to be lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no one needs to be a loner. Do we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; padding: 10px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/91/BF396E1D94C8B32E5B1BDEDE96A6FB2C.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137455852267174093-980108643472131328?l=mutuallove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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We don't want to move away from our workplace. And we pay undivided attention to our work. We just want to get our work done well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't want to be disturbed. Nothing and no one must stand in our way when we work or something bad will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't want to talk. We just want to concentrate on our task at hand. We don't  want to waste time on talking any other thing. No one must talk or make noise when we are doing some "important" work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't even look up and smile. Our aging parents, our spouse, our children and our loved ones eagerly anticipate a little attention from us. But we just cannot squeeze out a simple smile. How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't even have time with our family, relatives and friends. We don't waste time on petty talks. We don't waste time on a little game with our children. We don't want a quiet moment with our spouse or a few kind words to our aging parents. We don't care about relaxing and a simple coffee-break with our friends.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have time to exercise. We no longer enjoy our leisure time.  We don't go for a mountain hike or a walk on the beach. We don't enjoy window shopping, watching movie or playing some games. We always look so tense, so stressful and easily agitated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have time to meditate and pray. We neglect our quiet moment with God. We forget the ultimate source of inspiration. And we never go for any gathering and fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is good to get  serious in all we do. But to neglect our loved ones because of our insistence and indulgence in our work is uncalled for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't throw away a relationship because of our work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't neglect our physical needs because of our work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't neglect our family, relatives, friends, and our social groups because of our work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't neglect the time for leisure and exercise because of our work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't neglect our quiet time with God because of our work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't ever neglect anyone and anything important in life because of our work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy work and enjoy life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, life is not just work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; padding: 10px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/91/BF396E1D94C8B32E5B1BDEDE96A6FB2C.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137455852267174093-3706513733413007580?l=mutuallove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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My form teacher was just not happy with my academic achievements that fell far below his expectation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not the physical pain that I had to endure that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the disappointed look on my form teacher's face that stunned me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears swelled up in my eyes. No, no... They were not allowed to drop to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gritting my teeth and looking blanking at him, I spoke to my heart that I would prove him wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the school bell rang and I squeezed out a smile to everyone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, I was always the top three in my class. Then I was always the top three in my form. And then I excelled in my school examinations and public examinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no... My form teacher did not apologize for his action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my confidence and my friendly look always made him greeted me with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to walk tall and proud because of my form teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no... I couldn't and wouldn't condone his way of punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I thanked him very much for waking me up from my lethargy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was many years later after I had become a secondary school teacher that I realized that it was not easy for him to punish me that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could have punished me using another way. But my stubbornness and rebellion must have given him hard time that he was provoked to land what was handy on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes some sorts of corrective measures must be carried out to bring up a child properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stern look, a lifting of the hand, or a rise in the voice sometimes is good enough for an obedient child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An encouraging word, a pat on the shoulder or back, a small token or reward sometimes can do wonder to an active and rebellious child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A warning, a disclosure of your past failure, or a closer analysis and examination of the issue at hand can help innocent and ignorant child to avoid pitfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the sad fact is that most of us only take corrective measures when it is too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to scream and shout with anger to get our voice heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to threaten and intimidate with bodily injury to make them obey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to visit our children in detention because of house breaking, extortion, theft, rapes and other wrong doings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to deal with children with alcoholic, smoking, and drug problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to visit our children with long jail sentences or witness their execution....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only we care, we can make a lot of difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only we care, we can save them from all these punishments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only we care......[sigh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; padding: 10px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/91/BF396E1D94C8B32E5B1BDEDE96A6FB2C.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137455852267174093-1613821161332205845?l=mutuallove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Puffing cigarette for 5-10 minutes had become a daily routine before I started my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my younger days I loved to start my day with a mug of coffee. Drinking a mug of well-brewed coffee for 15-20 minutes can be great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While living in the village, the first thing I did when I woke up was to soak myself in the river for 10-15 minutes. It was just plain fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wondered why sleeping nowadays made me even more drowsy. Was it because of late night sleeps? Was it because of work overload? Was it because of peer pressure and family commitment? Was it because of too much worry and anxiety?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why all these stimulants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the days when I sprang up from my bed fully refreshed and restored, ready for big time adventures. Rushing through breakfast and taking a quick bath, and I was ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the usual question that kept on popping up nowadays seemed to be, "Why the hurry?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I no longer have the desire to look forward to a bright new day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Life seems so boring and everything looks so sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the hurry? Oh! when have I fallen into this mire pit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started to ponder, "Just how do I enjoy my life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey is long and the future looks bleak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't have to be that way, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just how do I learn to live a self-motivated life without stimulants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resort to meditation and prayer, and I realize that simple fact that I'm alive and breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to understand and to enjoy the simple things I do. It does help to brighten my days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile. Then why all these stimulants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sigh... I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; padding: 10px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/91/BF396E1D94C8B32E5B1BDEDE96A6FB2C.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137455852267174093-5557803464126804554?l=mutuallove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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She is leaning on me when we are on our trip home from Kuala Lumpur to Kuching. She is plain tired and her face is really pale, and.... she is snoring. We have accompanied our eldest daughter to Universiti Malaya. Earlier, on Monday, we have accompanied our only son to Kolej Mara Banting to further his study.  Traveling twice in a roll within a week have really bogged her down. Besides, the intermittent shopping trips and the many house chores had really drained her. I can't imagine how the children fare without her and I for sure can't live without her.  My shoulder is made especially for her, anytime  and anywhere. She is my beloved wife in her early 40s. And I'm glad to have her beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not just a feeling. But love is definitely emotional and affectionate. God has prepared my wife specially for me. Our life together is a journey full of challenges and struggles. But our love for one another is full of tender loving care. And with each passing moment, our love for one another has deepened  with better understandings, respects, and concerns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not just a thought. Pictures and videos may hold many sweet episodes of romantic moments. But love is that moving pictures that seem to form and reform and transform into many lovely images that tickle my heart and my soul continually. We began with love of many words and many egos. But we have fewer words now but more concerns and considerations for one another. Love has become an on going thought that fill us with optimism and ambition to proceed to quality lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not just acting. Gifts and intimacy may do wonders and fill our lives wit more energy and excitement. But true love means sacrificing all we are and all we have. Love has become an on going habit and hobby to satisfy our love ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stare at my wife with love and sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her snoring has stopped. Her face is no more pale. She is breathing steady and she is smiling in her sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, my dear. You are so wonderful to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; padding: 10px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/91/BF396E1D94C8B32E5B1BDEDE96A6FB2C.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137455852267174093-8993675186953961190?l=mutuallove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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It gives us good thoughts and great feelings. It instills in us the desire and the zeal to do more good deeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helping someone who cannot return our favors is really great. We can see their gratitude in their sparkling eyes. We can feel their overflowing joy that fills their hearts. We can enjoy their companies and the closeness of their fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But doing favor to those who never ask for help can have serious repercussions. They may not treasure or appreciate our offer, they may even look at us scornfully, and they may be full of criticism and bad reviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we feel like giving up doing all good deeds. It can be very disheartening and discouraging when our free and willing services are not even acknowledged. It can be really hurt when others suspect us of bad motives and selfish intentions. Whatever it is, let us not refrained from doing good deeds to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good or bad deeds always have its own rewards and punishments. And God is not blind. He will never forget a cheerful giver and a selfish and self-centered evil person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, sometimes we do grumble when we do not receive our rewards. But  as we ponder over, we realize that God has indeed blessed us many times over without we realizing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are happy that everyone in the family is healthy and strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are happy that all our children are diligent and hardworking in their studies and works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are  happy that we are always surrounded by our family and friends who have never ceased to bring us joy, love, peace and hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are happy that our living conditions have greatly improved over the years and we are now enjoying a higher and better standard of living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day always brings us fresh hope. Each hope is always so fulfilling and satisfying.  Day by day, blessing after blessing have been our manna and our drink. We lack nothing and we are always blessed in all good things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come what may, our God is working behind the scene, making our lives better all the way through thick and thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who can say that God never bless a helping hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; padding: 10px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/91/BF396E1D94C8B32E5B1BDEDE96A6FB2C.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3137455852267174093-7836205562217876831?l=mutuallove.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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They see the Almighty God as the marvelous Creator who has made everything good for man. They see the grace and mercy of God in preserving and sustaining the nature to its perfection. And they continue to praise and submit to Him who has provided and supervised their daily needs and wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us are led to enjoy its knowledge and wisdom. They explore the minute details of God's creation. Nature has provided them with so much knowledge and wisdom that will take them many generations of research and observation to understand just a glimpse of the revealed truths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us are led to enjoy its beauty and serenity, its harmony and perfection. They love outdoor activities, sightseeing and tour, photography and video taking, music and rhythm, meditation and spiritual activities, and they enjoy living in harmony with nature and life, and completely removed from the hustle and bustle of human activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us are led to enjoy its many unsolved mysteries and secrets. They develop and employ many theories and hypothesis to explain the unsolved and the unresolved phenomena in nature. Many scientific measurements and tests are carried out. Such perceptions and judgments extend our knowledge beyond our mere concepts of things, and make us mindful and fearful of God the Creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature continues to inspire us into many areas of learning. And the Almighty God continues to lead us into all understanding. 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