<?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-5826412556314338117</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:01:24.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>galnextu</title><subtitle type='html'>To all the romantics at heart..... something heart-warming to chase away the mid-week blues and to give us strength to deal the madness of the world....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galnextu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826412556314338117/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galnextu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LEN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808859797907749049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xTkFAhgbFQg/SLjdTPZlwUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/DLDcwXkOeeA/S220/my+own+003.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826412556314338117.post-6781212135035007103</id><published>2008-09-08T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T16:43:59.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNEXPECTED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well do we expect to fall in love in an instant.. Intently no but as human we do.. Just like what happen to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I really like this song that happen to be Jose Mari Chan's all time favorite it seems to fit in the situation that I am into right now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I never felt like this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;for once I'm lost for words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;your smile has really thrown me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;this is not like me at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I never thought I'd known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;the kind of love you'd shown me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Now, no matter where I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;no matter what I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I see your face appearing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Like an unexpected song and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Unexpected song that we are only hearing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I don't know whats going on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;can't work it out at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;whatever made you choose me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I just can't believe my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you look at me as though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You couldn't bear to lose me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Isn't it amazing what love could to a person involved in it.. Heheh! I know I am one of those hopeless in love... But what could I do I FALL IN LOVE....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I LOVE U LABS!!! 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For every person who has diabetes there is another person who has it and doesn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If you tick one or more of the boxes below you are at risk of Type 2 Diabetes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am over 55 years of age....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am over 45 years of age AND I am overweight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am over 45 years of age AND I have an immediate family with Type 2 diabetes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am over 45 years of age AND I have high blood pressure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am over 35 years AND I am from Aboriginal, Torres Strait Island, Pacific Island, or Chinese culturl background.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have heart disease or have had a heart attack.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I had diabetes when I was pregnant ( gestational diabetes )...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have impaired glocuse tolerance ( IGT ) or impaired fasting glocuse ( IFG )....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have polycystic ovary syndrome AND I am overweight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;DON"T IGNORE DIABETES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Diabetes is a serious health condition. There is no cure. If left untreated it can cause heart attack, stroke, kidney failure, blindness, amputation, and erectile dysfunction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If diagnosed early, diabetes can be effectively managed and the risk of serious health problems greatly reduced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Type 2 diabetes, the most common form of diabetes, can be successfully managed or even prevented by maintaining a healthy weight, engaging in regular physical activity and having healthy eating patterns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HOW DO YOUR EATING HABITS WEIGH UP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Think about your eating habits. Be honest with yourself! Check if you agree with the statement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I rarely cook with fats or oils and when I do I always use olive oil or canola based oils.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I eat fried potato ( french fries ) less than once a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I eat chocolate and/or biscuits less than once a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I meat pies, pasties or sausage rolls, pizza's less than once a forthnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I eat processed meats ( salami, sausages, or deli meats ) less than once a week or always choose the low fat version.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I eat beans or lentils ( baked beans, 3-bean mix, kidney or haricot beans ) at least once a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I always choose reduced fat cheese over a regular cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I always choose low fat, or hi-lo or skim milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I drink ( alchohol ) more than: 4 standard drinks ( male ) 2 standard drinks ( female ) or no more than 5 days a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I eat fried, battered, or crumbed foods less than once a forthnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I use only small amount of olive or canola oil based margarine on my bread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I eat fish once a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;On a typical day I eat at least 2-3 cups of vegetables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I choose high fiber foods, such as grainy breads and high fiber breakfast cereals ( all bran, untoasted muesli, or porridge ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I always trim the skin of the chicken and the fat off a chop or piece of steak before I cook it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I donot add salt to my food or cooking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I eat takeaway foods less than once a forthnight ( chinese, fish and chips, fried or BBQ chicken ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I understand and read the labels on items I buy from the supermarket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;How many statements did you place a check next to? Can you see any areas where you don't have a check and could improve your habits? Improved eating habits will help you to reduced your weight. Studies have shown that if you are overweight, a small reduction eg. 5kg, can signifiantly reduce your risk of developing diabetes. A reduction in body fats will also help you to manage your blood pressure and cholesterol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;PHYSICAL ACTIVITY BAROMETER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In this questionaire you are asked about your cuurent physical activity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;REMEMBER! Physical activity means planned exercise or an activity that lasts for at least 10 continuous minutes. It does not just refer to being "busy" or getting off the couch more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Think about your participation in physical activity over the last week and answer the following questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1.  On average, how many days of the week do you participate in planned activity of moderate intensity ( faster breathing but can still have a short conversation ) eg. brisk walking, bike riding, swimming, organized sport, heavy physical work, low impact aerobics?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;0 days                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;0-2 days                        10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3-4 days                         20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5 or more days           30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2.  On the days that you were physically active, what is the total amount of minutes you were active for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I did no physical activity      0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;0-9 minutes                           5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;10-19 minutes                        10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;20-29 minutes                        20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;30 minutes                               30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;more than 30 minutes         30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3.   How active is your average day, whether you are at work or home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Not very active.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;( you are usually sitting at a desk, on the couch and infrequently walk )        0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Somewhat active.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;( your day involves lifting light objects and some walking )                                   10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Active.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;( your day regularly involves a lot of heavy lifting and extensive walking )     15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4.  What do tend to do in your leisure time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I usually watch TV, read or keep busy and am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;otherwise not very physically active..                                                                                 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I sometimes watch TV, read or keep busy but I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;also sometimes physically active..                                                                                        5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I rarely watch TV or sit around. I often active with my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;or friends, work in the garden or do some type of moderate intensity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;physical activity..                                                                                                                          10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;On how many days of the week did you use walking or riding a bike for transport to and from work, to do errands or to go from place to place? ( only include walking or riding that you did for at least 10 minutes ) ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;0 days                    0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1-2 days                 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3-5 days                   10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;6-7 days                   15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826412556314338117-4212422753831476356?l=galnextu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galnextu.blogspot.com/feeds/4212422753831476356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826412556314338117&amp;postID=4212422753831476356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826412556314338117/posts/default/4212422753831476356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826412556314338117/posts/default/4212422753831476356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galnextu.blogspot.com/2008/09/diabetes-awareness.html' title='DIABETES AWARENESS'/><author><name>LEN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808859797907749049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xTkFAhgbFQg/SLjdTPZlwUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/DLDcwXkOeeA/S220/my+own+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826412556314338117.post-4401372909505877184</id><published>2008-08-31T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T05:23:12.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xTkFAhgbFQg/SLqEJN0HkfI/AAAAAAAAABU/19GkYfWJkPU/s1600-h/Water+lilies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240646410260943346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xTkFAhgbFQg/SLqEJN0HkfI/AAAAAAAAABU/19GkYfWJkPU/s200/Water+lilies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One fine day, an old couple around the age of 70, walks into a lawyer's office. Apparently, they are there to file a divorce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;lawyer was very puzzled, after having a chat with them, he got thier story...... This couple had been quarreling all thier 40 over years of marriage nothing ever seems to go right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;They hang on because of thier children, afraid that it might affect their up-bringing. Now, all thier children have already grown up, have thier own family, there's nothing else the old couple have to worry about, all they wanted is to lead their own life free from all these years of unhappiness from thier marriage, so both agree on a divorce..................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lawyer was having a hard time trying to get the papers done, because he felt that after 40 years of marriage at the age of 70, he couldn't understand why the old couple would still want a divorce.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;While they were signing the papers, the wife told the husband... "I really love u, but I really can't carry on anymore, I'm sorry....." "It's okey, I understand...." said the husband. Looking at this, the lawyer suggested a dinner together, just 3 of them, wife thought, why not, since they are still gonna be friends.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;At the dinning table, there was a silence of awkardness. The first dish was roasted chicken, immediately the old man took the drumstick for the old lady.. "take this, its your favorite....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Looking at this the lawyer thought maybe there's still a chance, but the wife was frowning when she answer.... "This is always the problem, you always think so highly of yourself, never thought about how I feel, don't you know that I hate drumsticks?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Little did she know that, over the years, the husband have been trying to please her, little did she know that drumsticks was the husband's favorite. Little did she know that she never thought he understand her at all, little did he know that she hates drumsticks even though all he wants is the best for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That night, both of them couldn't sleep, toss and turn, toss and turn...after hours, the old man couldn't take it anymore, he still loves her, and he can't carry on life without her, he wants to tell her, he is sorry, he wanted to tell her "I LOVE YOU"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;He picks up the phone, starting dialing her number.... ringing never stops .. he never stop dialing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;On the other side, she was sad, she couldn't understand how come after all these years, he still doesn't understand her at all, she loves him a lot, but she just cant take it anymore.... phone's ringing, she refuses to answer knowing that its him....... "whatsthe point of talking now that its over... I have ask for it and now I wanna keep it this way,if not I will lose face..." she thought... still ringing.... she have decided to pull out the cord....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Little did she remember, he have a heart problems.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The next day, she recieved news that he had passed away... she rushed down to his apartment, saw his body, lying on the couch still holding the phone... he had a heart attack when he was still trying to get through her phone line........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;As sad as she could be.... she will have to clear his belongings... when she was looking thru the drawers, she saw this insurance policy, dated from the day they got married, with the beneficiary being her.... And together in those file, there was this note....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"To my dearest wife, by the time you're reading this, I'm sure I'm no longer around, I bought this policy for you, though the amount is only $100K, I hope it will be able to help me continue my promise that I have made when we got married, I might not be around anymore, I want this amount of money to continue taking care of you, just like the way I will if I could have live longer. I want you to know I will always be around, by your side.... "I LOVE YOU"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tears flowed like river.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"WHEN YOU LOVE SOMEONE, LET THEM KNOW.... YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN THE NEXT MINUTE.... LEARN TO BUILD A LIFE TOGETHER... LEARN TO LOVE EACH OTHER. FOR WHO THEY ARE...NOT WHAT THEY ARE....."&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/5826412556314338117-4401372909505877184?l=galnextu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galnextu.blogspot.com/feeds/4401372909505877184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826412556314338117&amp;postID=4401372909505877184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826412556314338117/posts/default/4401372909505877184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826412556314338117/posts/default/4401372909505877184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galnextu.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-fine-day-old-couple-around-age-of.html' title=''/><author><name>LEN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808859797907749049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xTkFAhgbFQg/SLjdTPZlwUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/DLDcwXkOeeA/S220/my+own+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xTkFAhgbFQg/SLqEJN0HkfI/AAAAAAAAABU/19GkYfWJkPU/s72-c/Water+lilies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826412556314338117.post-6116410740806101269</id><published>2008-08-29T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T15:18:59.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Boy's Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xTkFAhgbFQg/SL8NMrKGh6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/JyW5LyXpPH0/s1600-h/Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241923002677233570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xTkFAhgbFQg/SL8NMrKGh6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/JyW5LyXpPH0/s200/Sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xTkFAhgbFQg/SL4hMMsStII/AAAAAAAAABc/h_vVf8eSFhM/s1600-h/Winter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241663509754983554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xTkFAhgbFQg/SL4hMMsStII/AAAAAAAAABc/h_vVf8eSFhM/s200/Winter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A good reminder:" Take time to appreciate what you have now;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DON'T MISS READING THIS ONE....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;On the last day before christmas , I hurried to go to the supermarket to buy the remaining of the gift I didn't manage to buy earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When I saw all the people there, I started to complain to myself, "It is going to take forever and I still have so many other places to go. Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every yera. How I wish I could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake up after it..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nonetheless, I make my way to the toy section, and there I started to curse the prices, wondering if after all kids really play with such expensive toys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;While looking in the toy section, I noticed a small boy of about 5 years old, pressing a doll against his chest. He kept on touching the hair of the doll and looked so sad. I wondered who was this doll for. Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him, "Granny are you sure I don't have enough money?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The old lady replied," You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Then she asked him to stay here for 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Finally, I started to walk toward him and I asked who did he want to give this doll to. "It is the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will bring it to her, after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"No, Santa Claus can not bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mother so that she can give it to her when she goes there." His eyes were so sad while saying this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mummy will also go to see God very soon, so I thought that she could bring the doll with her to give it to my sister."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said, "I told daddy to tell mummy not to go yet, I asked him to wait untill I come back from the supermarket."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me, "I also want mummy to take this photo with her so that she will not forget me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"I love my mummy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quitely, I quickly reached for my wallet and took a few notes and said to the boy, "What if we checked again, just in case if you have enough money?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Ok" he said. "I hope that I have enough."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll, and even some spare money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The little boy said, "Thank you God for giving me enough money."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Then he looked at me and added, "I asked yesterday before I slept for God to make sure I have enough money to buy this doll so that mummy can give it to my sister. He heard me . I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mummy, but I didn't dare to ask God too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and the white rose."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"You know, my mummy loves white rose."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A few minutes later, the old lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;came again and I left with my trolley. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Then I remembered a local newspaper article 2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck who hit a car where there was one young lady and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a crucial state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-assisting machine, because the young lady would not be able to get out of the coma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Was this the family of the little boy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Two days after the encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young lady had passed away. I couldn't stop myself and went to buy a bunch of white roses and I went to the mortuary where the body of teh young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wish before burial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She was there, in her coffin, holding a beatiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place crying, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that this little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to that day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk man had taken all this away from him....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826412556314338117-6116410740806101269?l=galnextu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galnextu.blogspot.com/feeds/6116410740806101269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826412556314338117&amp;postID=6116410740806101269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826412556314338117/posts/default/6116410740806101269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826412556314338117/posts/default/6116410740806101269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galnextu.blogspot.com/2008/08/boys-love.html' title='A Boy&apos;s Love'/><author><name>LEN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808859797907749049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xTkFAhgbFQg/SLjdTPZlwUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/DLDcwXkOeeA/S220/my+own+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xTkFAhgbFQg/SL8NMrKGh6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/JyW5LyXpPH0/s72-c/Sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826412556314338117.post-1765392777422185817</id><published>2008-08-29T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T01:51:15.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xTkFAhgbFQg/SLe4TgajawI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fIRfWphetb0/s1600-h/family+and+friends+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239859336727194370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xTkFAhgbFQg/SLe4TgajawI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fIRfWphetb0/s200/family+and+friends+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might not be the best but it looks good enough to me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826412556314338117-1765392777422185817?l=galnextu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galnextu.blogspot.com/feeds/1765392777422185817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826412556314338117&amp;postID=1765392777422185817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826412556314338117/posts/default/1765392777422185817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826412556314338117/posts/default/1765392777422185817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galnextu.blogspot.com/2008/08/might-not-be-best-but-it-looks-good.html' title=''/><author><name>LEN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808859797907749049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xTkFAhgbFQg/SLjdTPZlwUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/DLDcwXkOeeA/S220/my+own+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xTkFAhgbFQg/SLe4TgajawI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fIRfWphetb0/s72-c/family+and+friends+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826412556314338117.post-4990360367837597473</id><published>2008-08-29T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:40:48.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Dance in the Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xTkFAhgbFQg/SL4i8VMezJI/AAAAAAAAABk/YwjmUvGnpH8/s1600-h/Blue+hills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241665436182826130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xTkFAhgbFQg/SL4i8VMezJI/AAAAAAAAABk/YwjmUvGnpH8/s200/Blue+hills.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80's arrived to have stiches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be an hour before someone would be able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctor,got the needed supplies to remove his stitches and redress his wound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor's appoinment this morning, as he was such in a hurry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. I inquired as to her health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;He told me that SHE HAD BEEN THERE FOR A WHILE AND THAT SHE WAS A VICTIM OF ALZHEIMER'S DISEASE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;As we talked, I asked him if she would be upset if he was a bit late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was surprised, and asked him " And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;He smiled as he patted my hand and said.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;SHE DOESN'T KNOW ME, BUT I STILL KNOW WHO SHE IS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;That is the kind of love I want in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;True love is neither physical, nor romantic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;TRUE LOVE IS AN ACCEPTANCE OF ALL THAT IS, HAS BEEN, WILL BE, AND WILL NOT BE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;With all the jokes and fun that are in there sometimes, there is one that comes along that has important message. This one I thought I could share with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything they have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I hope you share this with someone you careabout. I just did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;LIFE ISN'T ABOUT HOW TO SURVIVE THE STORM, BUT HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN....&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/5826412556314338117-4990360367837597473?l=galnextu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galnextu.blogspot.com/feeds/4990360367837597473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826412556314338117&amp;postID=4990360367837597473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826412556314338117/posts/default/4990360367837597473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826412556314338117/posts/default/4990360367837597473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galnextu.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-to-dance-in-rain.html' title='How to Dance in the Rain'/><author><name>LEN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14808859797907749049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xTkFAhgbFQg/SLjdTPZlwUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/DLDcwXkOeeA/S220/my+own+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xTkFAhgbFQg/SL4i8VMezJI/AAAAAAAAABk/YwjmUvGnpH8/s72-c/Blue+hills.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
