<?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-2731973601039055907</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:21:46.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE EXPERIENCES</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fraulein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706240018336654677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sf4yFs7nf9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WAZJLufXVPk/S220/frau.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731973601039055907.post-2502322129481793097</id><published>2010-01-12T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T12:10:21.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ICE WAVES ! Absolutely Beautiful...</title><content type='html'>STRIPED ICEBERGS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icebergs in the Antarctic area sometimes have stripes, formed by&lt;br /&gt;layers of snow that react to different conditions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue stripes are often created when a crevice in the ice sheet &lt;br /&gt;fills up with melt water and freezes so quickly that no bubbles form. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When an iceberg falls into the sea, a layer of salty seawater can &lt;br /&gt;freeze to the underside. If this is rich in algae, it can form a &lt;br /&gt;green stripe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown, black and yellow lines are caused by sediment, picked up &lt;br /&gt;when the ice sheet grinds downhill towards the sea.&lt;br /&gt;These pictures are available because 2008 has been the coldest winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/TB-ygLqjX2I/AAAAAAAAAQs/RxS2VqJh6cE/s1600/securedownload9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/TB-ygLqjX2I/AAAAAAAAAQs/RxS2VqJh6cE/s400/securedownload9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485299137117380450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/TB-zOBJ3XtI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/CSS3ZA2LbVE/s1600/securedownload2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/TB-zOBJ3XtI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/CSS3ZA2LbVE/s400/securedownload2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485299924569906898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/TB-zxw9yDDI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Oebf8Iw2TAI/s1600/securedownload.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/TB-zxw9yDDI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Oebf8Iw2TAI/s400/securedownload.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485300538699549746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/TB-0GmA-frI/AAAAAAAAARE/crofLYBd7lY/s1600/securedownload3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/TB-0GmA-frI/AAAAAAAAARE/crofLYBd7lY/s400/securedownload3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485300896537411250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Is this amazing?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antarctica Frozen Wave Pixs - Nature is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;The water froze the instant the wave broke through the ice.  &lt;br /&gt;That's what it is like in  Antarctica   where it is the&lt;br /&gt;coldest weather in decades. &lt;br /&gt;Water freezes the instant it comes in contact with the air. &lt;br /&gt;The temperature of the water is already some degrees below freezing.  &lt;br /&gt;Just look at how the wave froze in mid-air!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/TB-0oK9SmfI/AAAAAAAAARM/sWivxtOU_Hc/s1600/securedownload%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/TB-0oK9SmfI/AAAAAAAAARM/sWivxtOU_Hc/s400/securedownload%232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485301473389746674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/TB-1FVcGfrI/AAAAAAAAARU/_qH_wewHxeE/s1600/securedownload7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/TB-1FVcGfrI/AAAAAAAAARU/_qH_wewHxeE/s400/securedownload7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485301974419537586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/TB-4zdy0c9I/AAAAAAAAAR0/4ceBxRBxFpM/s1600/securedownload%233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/TB-4zdy0c9I/AAAAAAAAAR0/4ceBxRBxFpM/s400/securedownload%233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485306065471173586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/TB-2F9DKkoI/AAAAAAAAARs/R7eqjYtFpBY/s1600/securedownload8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/TB-2F9DKkoI/AAAAAAAAARs/R7eqjYtFpBY/s400/securedownload8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485303084563993218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having the Internet means that we get to see something that we never imagined!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731973601039055907-2502322129481793097?l=frau-selanoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/feeds/2502322129481793097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2010/01/ice-waves-absolutely-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/2502322129481793097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/2502322129481793097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2010/01/ice-waves-absolutely-beautiful.html' title='ICE WAVES ! Absolutely Beautiful...'/><author><name>Fraulein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706240018336654677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sf4yFs7nf9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WAZJLufXVPk/S220/frau.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/TB-ygLqjX2I/AAAAAAAAAQs/RxS2VqJh6cE/s72-c/securedownload9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731973601039055907.post-2111671092682901740</id><published>2009-11-03T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T17:37:50.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONTENTMENT</title><content type='html'>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 "RIGHT PERSON" for you...and don't rush things because God is preparing somebody for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;Our relationships fail not because he/she is 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, He knows best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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 and we forgot to learn the meaning of TRUE LOVE. Some are saying that love is unselfish, blind, and unconditional or simply denying oneself for the sake of someone very important in his life. Others are saying that love is immortal and can never be taken away from us. We say this phrase, "You are the most wonderful gift from God I have ever received" but 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;Nobody can tell what love really is until experience speaks and whisper right into our ears. Most of the time, this love promises like, "Forever, till death do us part", 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, "He/She isn't the right one. I should probably wait for the right one to come." But the big question anyone could not answer is "Is he/she the right one? or When is the right time?" That made us stick to whom we are with. Will you always be waiting for the right person to come and right time to commit? Big YES is the answer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be in a hurry to get into a relationship because you can find love if you insist that you are already into it. Try to really understand your real feelings, to know who really you are, and what you really want in a relationship. 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 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 damage 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really hard to say goodbye though, but you can 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 attention. Then you will find that you have made the right decision if all by yourself. More frequently than not, we all act hypocritical for some reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We call it love when we can't leave someone and see them crying as we try to let go. We are wrong, it's 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; it's 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 our past and us. We are mistaken, it's just insecurity. But no matter what the definition is, the truth still remains that love isn't something you can buy or 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Contentment is not the fulfillment of what you want; it is the realization of how much you already have."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731973601039055907-2111671092682901740?l=frau-selanoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/feeds/2111671092682901740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/11/contentment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/2111671092682901740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/2111671092682901740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/11/contentment.html' title='CONTENTMENT'/><author><name>Fraulein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706240018336654677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sf4yFs7nf9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WAZJLufXVPk/S220/frau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731973601039055907.post-5017317292920442722</id><published>2009-10-08T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T18:55:13.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Inspiring Love Story</title><content type='html'>This sure puts life in perspective...&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your moments...That is all we have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WEDDING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Ss6Lu3hqr7I/AAAAAAAAAOc/TKjNn0iw21w/s1600-h/1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Ss6Lu3hqr7I/AAAAAAAAAOc/TKjNn0iw21w/s320/1.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390399441304465330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Katie Kirkpatrick, 21 year old. Next to her is her fiance, Nick 23. This picture was taken prior to their wedding January 11th, 2005. Katie has terminal cancer and spends hour in chemotherapy. Here, Nick awaits while she finishes one of the sessions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Ss6OIRJh6wI/AAAAAAAAAOk/jbGbHbDcWd0/s1600-h/2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Ss6OIRJh6wI/AAAAAAAAAOk/jbGbHbDcWd0/s320/2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390402076702534402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in pain and dealing with her organs shutting down, with the help of morphine, Katie took care of every single part of the wedding planning. Her dress had to be adjusted several times due to Katie's constant weight loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Ss6PWumGE7I/AAAAAAAAAOs/dye1w1-f1l4/s1600-h/3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Ss6PWumGE7I/AAAAAAAAAOs/dye1w1-f1l4/s320/3.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390403424636769202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An expected guest was her oxygen tank. Katie had to use it during the ceremony and reception. The other couple in this picture is Nick's parents, very emotional with the wedding and ofcourse to see their son marrying the girl he fell in love when he was adolescent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Ss6Q5FqfoJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/lbXluxfBT0E/s1600-h/4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Ss6Q5FqfoJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/lbXluxfBT0E/s320/4.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390405114456416402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie, in a wheelchair listening to her husband and friends singing to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the party, Katie had to rest for a bit and catch her breath. The pain does not allow her to stand for a long period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Ss6SIgVabkI/AAAAAAAAAO8/k_Iz-ftBQZo/s1600-h/5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Ss6SIgVabkI/AAAAAAAAAO8/k_Iz-ftBQZo/s320/5.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390406478825418306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie died 5 days after her wedding. To see a fragile woman dress as bride with a beautiful smile makes you think...happiness is always there within reach, no matter how long it lasts...Lets enjoy life and don't live a complicated life. Life is too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work as if it was your first day.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Love without boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;Laugh without control&lt;br /&gt;and never stop smiling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to pray for those suffering from cancer. We all have close to our heart.&lt;br /&gt;Keep this going.&lt;br /&gt;Prayers are always answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Ss6XuIwYxtI/AAAAAAAAAPM/flTwt-Iog4M/s1600-h/6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Ss6XuIwYxtI/AAAAAAAAAPM/flTwt-Iog4M/s320/6.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390412622889273042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attitudes are contagious,&lt;br /&gt;Is yours worth catching?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731973601039055907-5017317292920442722?l=frau-selanoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/feeds/5017317292920442722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/10/inspiring-love-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/5017317292920442722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/5017317292920442722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/10/inspiring-love-story.html' title='An Inspiring Love Story'/><author><name>Fraulein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706240018336654677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sf4yFs7nf9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WAZJLufXVPk/S220/frau.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Ss6Lu3hqr7I/AAAAAAAAAOc/TKjNn0iw21w/s72-c/1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731973601039055907.post-4017738904163473853</id><published>2009-07-25T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T17:41:20.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About HARRY POTTER Film</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SnO53rKHZLI/AAAAAAAAAOE/vFEmBpXwX28/s1600-h/frau1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SnO53rKHZLI/AAAAAAAAAOE/vFEmBpXwX28/s320/frau1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364835947257488562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SnO5sW-n8DI/AAAAAAAAAN8/jLzC5S_G3rc/s1600-h/frau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SnO5sW-n8DI/AAAAAAAAAN8/jLzC5S_G3rc/s320/frau.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364835752862019634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night, I was at home watching the movie "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince" with my 18 year old cousin Nemie, who, at her age, has become curious about the ways of love. It was cute to see her blushing in certain scenes that involved Harry and his love interest Ginny, and laugh out loud at the foibles of Ron and Lavender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but smile and remember how it was for me and many of my friends back in the 90's- who was like Harry, Ron, Hermione,, Ginny and Lavender or even Luna Lovegood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all Harry Potter films, this one is the best because it presents the human dimension of the young wizards. In this movie, as in real life, the young wizards discover there is no magic formula to help them navigate their teen years. The intertwining stories of romance, jealousy, crushes, unrequited love and romantic rivalries might also feel familiar to anyone who has been a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actress Emma Watsons, who plays Hermione Granger, says, "For me, this film feels more like a romantic comedy than the others, in the sense that we get to see them coping with first love, jealousy, insecurity and all the usual things involved in dating." &lt;br /&gt;I found many teachable moments that opened discussions on love, affection, jealousy and loyalty with my cousin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731973601039055907-4017738904163473853?l=frau-selanoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/feeds/4017738904163473853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/07/about-harry-potter-film.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/4017738904163473853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/4017738904163473853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/07/about-harry-potter-film.html' title='About HARRY POTTER Film'/><author><name>Fraulein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706240018336654677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sf4yFs7nf9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WAZJLufXVPk/S220/frau.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SnO53rKHZLI/AAAAAAAAAOE/vFEmBpXwX28/s72-c/frau1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731973601039055907.post-5835892602909377554</id><published>2009-06-20T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T05:35:38.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PREDICTION</title><content type='html'>Never heard of possibility of  prediction of earth quakes or tsunami’s as below  &lt;br /&gt;Except the possibility of changes in gravitational pulls from celestial bodies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SkNEljIR3kI/AAAAAAAAAN0/yR6umSKjH20/s1600-h/tsunami.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SkNEljIR3kI/AAAAAAAAAN0/yR6umSKjH20/s320/tsunami.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351196194122096194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Hello there. I just wanted to let you know that please stay away from the beaches all around in the month of July. There is a prediction that there will be another tsunami hitting on July 22nd. It is also when there will be sun eclipse. Predicted that it is going to be really bad and countries like Malaysia (Sabah &amp; Sarawak), Singapore, Maldives, Australia, Mauritius, Si Lanka, India, Indonesia, Philippines are going to be badly hit. Please try and stay away from the beaches in July. Better to be safe than sorry. Please pass the word around.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731973601039055907-5835892602909377554?l=frau-selanoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/feeds/5835892602909377554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/06/stay-away-from-beach-in-july.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/5835892602909377554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/5835892602909377554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/06/stay-away-from-beach-in-july.html' title='PREDICTION'/><author><name>Fraulein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706240018336654677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sf4yFs7nf9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WAZJLufXVPk/S220/frau.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SkNEljIR3kI/AAAAAAAAAN0/yR6umSKjH20/s72-c/tsunami.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731973601039055907.post-8310901635912730861</id><published>2009-06-15T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T02:46:32.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Classical Music</title><content type='html'>According to Edgar Cayce’ prediction “sound is the medicine for the 21st century”. His prediction is proven correct; one of the amazing findings of the 21st century is classical music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are increasing numbers of experts that testify the surprising benefits of classical music:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. February 2005 (Journal of Advance nursing):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found that older adults with sleep problems who listened for about 45 minutes to soft music at bedtime reported 35% improvement in their sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classical music is proven therapeutic to a lot of illness such as old age related conditions (like alzheimer), Brain injury, acute pain including mothers in labor, and physical disabilities. That is why in US classical music is played in psychiatric hospitals and rehabilitation centers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hospital study found that heart patients received the same anxiety benefits from listening to 30 minutes classical music as they did from taking drug valium. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 2004 (London, England)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;British Transport police play classical music to underground stations in some of the areas most dangerous neighborhoods. After 6 months of playing the music,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robberies were cut by 33% , Staff assaults decreased by 25%, vandalism went down to 37% &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 2001 (West Palm beach, Florida) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s not practical to have a cop sitting there all day long”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So what do we you do?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How do you change the scope of the neighborhood ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cops installed a CD player and speakers on an abandoned building in a crime- ridden neighborhood. After playing the music for 24 hours a day for about 3 months, Shootings, theft, loiterers and drug deal decreased.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Some supermarkets and stores in the US piped in music in their place. According to them classical music tend to put shoppers at ease, relax and look at the items for sale. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. In the office classical music is used to reduce mood disturbance and job burnout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If just playing classical music can resolve issues in our country why not use them. First world countries are already using Classical music to help resolve their country’s issues why not use the same formula to help our country?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731973601039055907-8310901635912730861?l=frau-selanoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/feeds/8310901635912730861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/06/classical-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/8310901635912730861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/8310901635912730861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/06/classical-music.html' title='Classical Music'/><author><name>Fraulein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706240018336654677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sf4yFs7nf9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WAZJLufXVPk/S220/frau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731973601039055907.post-597595812087574754</id><published>2009-06-08T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T18:45:52.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Mocked GOD?</title><content type='html'>DID YOU KNOW THESE FACTS? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'M SURE DIDN'T 'TILL NOW..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Death is certain but the Bible speaks about untimely&lt;br /&gt; death! &lt;br /&gt; Make a personal reflection about this..... &lt;br /&gt; Very interesting, read until the end..... &lt;br /&gt; It is written in the Bible (Galatians 6:7): &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; "Be not deceived; God is not mocked"&lt;br /&gt;  For whatsoever a man sow, &lt;br /&gt;  That shall he also reap. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Here are some men and women &lt;br /&gt;  Who mocked God : &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&gt; John Lennon (Singer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Some years before, during his interview with an American&lt;br /&gt; Magazine, he said:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; "Christianity will end, it will disappear."&lt;br /&gt;  I do not have to argue about&lt;br /&gt;  that. I am certain.&lt;br /&gt;  Jesus was ok, but his subjects were too simple, today we&lt;br /&gt;  are more famous than Him' (1966). &lt;br /&gt;  Lennon, after saying that the Beatles were more famous than&lt;br /&gt;  Jesus Christ, was shot six times. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Tancredo Neves (President of Brazil ): &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; During the Presidential campaign, he said if he got 500,000&lt;br /&gt; votes from his party, not even God would remove him from&lt;br /&gt; Presidency. &lt;br /&gt; Sure he got the votes, but he got sick a day before being&lt;br /&gt; made President, then he died. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Cazuza (Bi-sexual Brazilian composer, singer and&lt;br /&gt; poet): &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; During A show in Canecio ( Rio de Janeiro ), &lt;br /&gt; While smoking his cigarette, he puffed out some smoke into&lt;br /&gt; the air and said:'God, that's for&lt;br /&gt; you.' &lt;br /&gt; He died at the age of 32 of LUNG CANCER in a horrible&lt;br /&gt; manner. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; The man who built the Titanic &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; After the construction of Titanic, a reporter asked him how&lt;br /&gt; safe the Titanic would be. &lt;br /&gt; With an ironic tone he said: &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; 'Not even God can sink it' &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; The result: I think you all know what happened to the&lt;br /&gt; Titanic &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Marilyn Monroe (Actress) &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; She was visited by Billy Graham during a presentation of a&lt;br /&gt; show. &lt;br /&gt; He said the Spirit of God had sent him to preach to&lt;br /&gt; her. &lt;br /&gt; After hearing what the Preacher had to say, she&lt;br /&gt; said: &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 'I don't need your Jesus'. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; A week later, she was found dead in her&lt;br /&gt; apartment &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Bon Scott (Singer) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The ex-vocalist of the AC/DC. On one of his 1979 songs he&lt;br /&gt; sang: &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 'Don't stop me; I'm going down all the way,&lt;br /&gt; down the highway to hell'. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; On the 19th of February 1980, Bon Scott was found dead, he&lt;br /&gt; had been choked by his own vomit. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Campinas (IN 2005) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In Campinas , Brazil a group of friends, drunk, went to&lt;br /&gt; pick up a friend.....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The mother accompanied her to the car and was so worried&lt;br /&gt; about the drunkenness of her friends and she said to the&lt;br /&gt; daughter holding her hand, who was already seated in the&lt;br /&gt; car: &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 'My Daughter, Go With God And May He Protect&lt;br /&gt; You.' &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; She responded: 'Only If He (God) Travels In The Trunk,&lt;br /&gt; Cause Inside Here.....It's Already Full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hours later, news came by that they had been involved in a&lt;br /&gt; fatal accident, everyone had died, &lt;br /&gt; the car could not be recognized what type of car it had&lt;br /&gt; been, but surprisingly, the trunk was intact. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The police said there was no way the trunk could have&lt;br /&gt; remained intact. To their surprise, inside the trunk was a&lt;br /&gt; crate of eggs, none was broken &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Christine Hewitt (Jamaican Journalist and&lt;br /&gt; entertainer) &lt;br /&gt; said the Bible (Word of God) was the worst book ever&lt;br /&gt; written. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; In June 2006 she was found burnt beyond recognition in her&lt;br /&gt; motor vehicle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Many more important people have forgotten that there is no&lt;br /&gt; other name that was given so much authority as the name of&lt;br /&gt; Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Many have died, but only Jesus died and rose again, and he&lt;br /&gt; is still alive. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; I have done my part, Jesus said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 'If you are embarrassed about me, &lt;br /&gt; I will also be embarrassed about you before my&lt;br /&gt; father.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731973601039055907-597595812087574754?l=frau-selanoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/feeds/597595812087574754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-mocked-god.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/597595812087574754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/597595812087574754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-mocked-god.html' title='Who Mocked GOD?'/><author><name>Fraulein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706240018336654677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sf4yFs7nf9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WAZJLufXVPk/S220/frau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731973601039055907.post-232636919593086177</id><published>2009-05-03T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T20:12:20.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL ABOUT LOVE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SrBXicuBTaI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mQ6ezsAvnQA/s1600-h/1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SrBXicuBTaI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mQ6ezsAvnQA/s320/1.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381897804044127650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SnlVfPLw4LI/AAAAAAAAAOM/rCawmKe4UuM/s1600-h/frau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SnlVfPLw4LI/AAAAAAAAAOM/rCawmKe4UuM/s320/frau.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366414426128834738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was walking, I stopped for a while and thought of things I don't have. Then I realize that the happiest moment of all people does not necessarily have the best of everything, they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we have been missing until it arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the gateway of my heart, I put a sign that says, "No Trespassing" but love came laughing and said, "I enter everywhere". Love knows no reasons, love no lies - love defies all reasons. Love has no eyes. But love is not blind - love sees, but it doesn't mind. Love is when you take away the feeling, the passion, the romance, and you find that you still care for that person. Love is supposed to be the most wonderful feeling. It should inspire you and give you joy and strenght. But sometimes the things that give you joy and strenght can also hurt you in the end. It starts with a smile, develops with a kiss and ends with fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love, you must not expect something in return. If you do, you're not loving but investing. If you love, you must prepare to accept pain. For if you only accept happiness, you're not loving but using. Don't go for looks, it can deceive. Don't go for wealth, even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile 'cause only a smile makes a day seem bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly on them and not only to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise, we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them. Never try to impress someone to make him fall in love with you, 'cause when you do, you'll have to keep that standard for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sad thing about life is that when you meet someone who means a lot to you and you'll find out in the end that it was never bound to be and you just have to let him go. Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one sothat when we finally meet the right person, we should know how to be grateful for the gift. We often times don't see reason why we don't always get what we want, but in the end of it all,we realize that what we wanted wasn't meant for us after all - everything happens for a reason. When you feel down because you didn't get what you wanted, just sit tight and be happy because God's thinking of something better for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, but what is the most painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let that person know how you feel. It's always better to have found the courage to love even if you lose it in the end rather than never finding love because you were too afraid to face its challenge. 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 you pass this way only once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, no matter how hard you find it, you won't see it. No matter hard you try, you won't get it. But when you're about to give up, it comes. Sometimes, the love we are looking for is right in front of us, too close for the eyes to see. So close your eyes and let you're heart see itself. There are thing you love to hear but you can never hear it from the person who says it with his heart. Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want, it doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have. There are so many stars in the sky, only some radiant enough to be noticed. Among those you choose to ignore is the one who is willing to shine for you forever even if glance remains elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God never closes the door without a window. He always gives something better when he takes something away. Heartbreaks will last as long as you want and out deep as you allow them to go. Challenge is not how to survive heartbreaks but learn from them. In relationships, thank God when you're hurting or crying. There, you are given the chance to measure the importance of the relationship of the person and of yourself...when you grow...you don't become a better person because you experience suffering. We have no right to ask when sorrow comes, "why did this happen to me?" unless we ask the same question for every moment of happiness that comes our way. When God puts tear in your eyes, it's because He wants to put a rainbow in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things that we never want to let go of...people we never want to leave behind, but keep in mind that letting go is not the end of the world. It's the beginning of the new life. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past. You can't go on well in life when you can't let go of your past failures and heartaches. To let go is not to deny, but to accept. To let go is not to regret the past, but to grow and live for the future. To let go is fear less and love more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to break someone's heart or leave your heart broken because that's how relationship are when you are young- they are stepping stones for the main one. Follow your heart. It might not always be right but despite the pain, you'll have memories that will make you smile even once and every rare while. It is better to have the person you love right now, than have them later and lose them forever. Love has its time., season and own reasons. You can't ask it to say for you can only embrace it as it comes and be glad that for a moment ihn your life, it was yuors. Each of us is given a pocketful of time to spend however we may. We use what we will. We waste what we will. But we can never get back a day. Don't let each moment pass you by.' for within the twinkling of an eye, that moment shall go and the feeling shall die. It might be too late when you open your eyes. Don't be so busy planning the life you're going to have that you fail to appreciate the one that you've already been given. Dream what you want to dream; go where you wantgo; be what you want to be, 'cause you only have one life and one chance to do all things you want in life. We are never given dreams without the power to make it come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heart truly in love never loses hope but always believe in the promise of love no matter how long the time and how far the distance is. Never say goodye when you still want to try. Never give up when you still want to take and never say you don't love the person anymore when you can't let go. True love doesn't have ending, that's because true love doesn't have an ending...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731973601039055907-232636919593086177?l=frau-selanoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/feeds/232636919593086177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/232636919593086177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/232636919593086177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-my-heart.html' title='ALL ABOUT LOVE...'/><author><name>Fraulein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706240018336654677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sf4yFs7nf9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WAZJLufXVPk/S220/frau.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SrBXicuBTaI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mQ6ezsAvnQA/s72-c/1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731973601039055907.post-8261091666278656222</id><published>2009-04-02T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T18:50:40.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospital Window</title><content type='html'>A great note for all to read it will take just 37seconds to read this and possibly change your thinking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two  men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to  sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his  lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend  all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of  their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the  military service, where they had been on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.&lt;br /&gt;The man in the other bed began to live for those one periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's eyes as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days and weeks passed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epilogue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731973601039055907-8261091666278656222?l=frau-selanoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/feeds/8261091666278656222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/04/hospital-window.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/8261091666278656222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/8261091666278656222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/04/hospital-window.html' title='Hospital Window'/><author><name>Fraulein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706240018336654677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sf4yFs7nf9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WAZJLufXVPk/S220/frau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731973601039055907.post-3257455225304144092</id><published>2009-03-29T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T18:41:30.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Interview with GOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="384" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.theinterviewwithgod.com/external.html" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" width="384" frameborder="0" height="365"&gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;    &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;If you can't view this movie, please go to &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://www.TheInterviewWithGod.com"&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;www.TheInterviewWithGod.com&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt; or visit this &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://www.mymarketingacademy.com"&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Internet Marketing Business&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt; site.&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://inspirationmanifestation.com/"&gt;Inspirational Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like to begin a relationsnip with God, it's easy because He already wants to know you, just the way you are right now. The're are no preconditions to knowing Him. You don't have to be a good person first, because by knowing Him, He helps us become better. You don't have to be an expert about Him either, because the best way to learn about someone is to meet them. All we need to do to know God is to say "yes" I want to Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731973601039055907-3257455225304144092?l=frau-selanoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/feeds/3257455225304144092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/03/interview-with-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/3257455225304144092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/3257455225304144092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/03/interview-with-god.html' title='The Interview with GOD'/><author><name>Fraulein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706240018336654677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sf4yFs7nf9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WAZJLufXVPk/S220/frau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731973601039055907.post-2382963454277849810</id><published>2009-03-26T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:57:21.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dance of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sg7x1rObfRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gqxpOQT-xRg/s1600-h/21c907afc2e21c3201ce052zd3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336468512919223570" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 200px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sg7x1rObfRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gqxpOQT-xRg/s200/21c907afc2e21c3201ce052zd3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;There were two hearts met in a dance. That moment was magical. There was a sweet song playing, there was harmony and soon, love in the air. They feel in love and they started building castles in their dreams and promised forever with all certainty. But, somewhere in the midst of the fun, they got lost in the dance, something went wrong but they can never do anything. They were just drifting away, their fortress falling apart. There were so many questions, but no one had an answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;The music stopped and then was a silence... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;When we truly love someone, we give our best and let that person see the pureness of our intention. But sometimes that person makes us cry and hurts us for the wrong reason. That someone must have loved us but he has not loved us enough to make him stand for what he truly felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Now we are faced with the seemingly impossible task of forgetting. We have burdened ourselves long enough but we still can't get out of this emotional trap. Let us remember that the more we try to forget someone we love, the more painful letting go will become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Sometimes we never had to take that person out of our hearts at all, for he will always be there no matter how hard we try to drive him away. It isn't his presence that makes this difficult. It is our stubbornness to accept our destiny that aligns forgetting next to impossible. We keep a cold face but deep in our hearts, there is still that lingering hope for reconciliation. Somehow, we still believe that we can rekindle small embers and relight the fire that once burned in our hearts. These thoughts give us hope but it also breeds the seeds of loneliness and despair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;The only way to forget is to accept and the only way to move on is to look ahead and let the footprints of the past be blown by the wind of time. Only then can our hearts find a partner in the dance of life and hopefully never get lost again.&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/2731973601039055907-2382963454277849810?l=frau-selanoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/feeds/2382963454277849810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/02/dance-of-life_01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/2382963454277849810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/2382963454277849810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/02/dance-of-life_01.html' title='The Dance of Life'/><author><name>Fraulein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706240018336654677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sf4yFs7nf9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WAZJLufXVPk/S220/frau.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sg7x1rObfRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gqxpOQT-xRg/s72-c/21c907afc2e21c3201ce052zd3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731973601039055907.post-2347912165579311411</id><published>2009-03-22T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:57:59.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faces of Depression</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sgj13oXtydI/AAAAAAAAACQ/teTiFsRQD7o/s1600-h/miss-face-clip2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sgj13oXtydI/AAAAAAAAACQ/teTiFsRQD7o/s200/miss-face-clip2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334784094698850770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Down on life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;It might not be just a case of the blues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Could be your battling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;depression&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;We all feel depressed sometimes, and its totally normal. But when you're feeling completely out of whack for a couple of weeks, and life's become a real drag, things are serious. So how can you tell the difference between being depressed or just being in a down mood? The first step is to understand depression. It's like an ongoing state of being totally bummed out. Many things can trigger it, like the death of someone close, unhealthy relationships, financial difficulties, or being the victim of any kind of abuse. The next step is to pay attention to your moods over a set period of time (like a week) and rate your feelings on a scale from 1 to 10. Maybe you're just a tad moody - maybe it's more. Could be a lame weather. On this type of day you're probably a 1 or a 2 in terms of feeling sad. When you have bad pre-menstrual syndrome, you maybe a 3, tops. When you get around 6 or 7, depression is real. You may have trouble getting out of bed. When your depression lasts more than two weeks, and you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;our or five of the symptoms listed below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; your depression's serious and you should talk to someone, like a family doctor. Whenever you have depression of 9 or 10, which is when you just don't feel like living anymore, you must get help immediately. Fortunately, depression is treatable. In most cases, you can get rid of it with medicine or possibly going to talk-therapy with a professional therapist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Faces of Depression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt;  You feel sad, anxious, or guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt;  You're not interested in doing  your favorite things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt;  You sleep a lot more or a lot less than usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt;  You lose your appetite or constantly eat, and gain or lose weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt;  You feel everything around you is hopeless, you view everything in a negative way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt;  You cry all the time, or you're cranky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt;  You have difficulty making decisions, concentrating, and remembering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt;  You have headaches or stomach pains that won't go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt;  Most seriously, you have thoughts of death or suicide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When you or someone you know talks about suicides, things are way serious. Never underestimate people who talk about ending their lives. It's not a bid to get attention; it's cry for help. Gently encouraging them to seek help is a must. If they don't, you might have to seek help for them, even if it's against their wishes, in order to save their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731973601039055907-2347912165579311411?l=frau-selanoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/feeds/2347912165579311411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/05/faces-of-depression.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/2347912165579311411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/2347912165579311411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/05/faces-of-depression.html' title='Faces of Depression'/><author><name>Fraulein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706240018336654677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sf4yFs7nf9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WAZJLufXVPk/S220/frau.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sgj13oXtydI/AAAAAAAAACQ/teTiFsRQD7o/s72-c/miss-face-clip2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731973601039055907.post-8306010658510329655</id><published>2009-03-19T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:58:32.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Echoes of Our Hearts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgbHEPJWmsI/AAAAAAAAABw/ZElBexypjB4/s1600-h/hearts-clip.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 77px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgbHEPJWmsI/AAAAAAAAABw/ZElBexypjB4/s200/hearts-clip.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334169684266097346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Sometimes we close our eyes and just listen to the echoes of our hearts. We all fall in love and there are times when we love so much that we lose ourselves in our own emotions. More often than not, we wonder why there are love that grows, and that love grows cold. We would start to search for answers and try to find where love has gone wrong. But in the end, we find ourselves where we started for we cannot question love when it has its own reasons. Love will always be as it. always has been...silent, mysterious and deeply profound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Many of us believe that love is forever, that love never dies, only to be disillusioned in the end when we find our hands empty and our hearts longing. We mistakenly have looked at love as a need to be fulfilled. But love is only a gift given to us. We should not hold it in our hands for we may never find the strength to let it go when it decides to leave. We should only embrace its warmth and glow while it last and then freely open our arms when its time to say goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;When we fall in love with someone, we don't want that feeling to end for it is everything we are, everything we wanted to be. We pray that love will stay and grow in our hearts. But, if it doesn't then we should never let our lives be taken by it, for life should not end where heartaches begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;There is always a reason why we have to move on. When we have to say goodbye to the feelings we wanted to stay forever, let us not wave our hands with a heavy heart. For love will have to set its wings free and find the place where it belongs. We may have lost it but then again, when we close our eyes and listen to the echoes of our hearts, we will hear that feeling resounding silently forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Then we'll know that it has never left us, for the good that we have become because of love will always stay. It will always be there reminding us that we should be thankful and happy, not because we have lost love, but because, for once in our lives, that feeling lived in our hearts and made us happy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731973601039055907-8306010658510329655?l=frau-selanoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/feeds/8306010658510329655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/01/echoes-of-our-hearts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/8306010658510329655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/8306010658510329655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/01/echoes-of-our-hearts.html' title='Echoes of Our Hearts...'/><author><name>Fraulein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706240018336654677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sf4yFs7nf9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WAZJLufXVPk/S220/frau.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgbHEPJWmsI/AAAAAAAAABw/ZElBexypjB4/s72-c/hearts-clip.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731973601039055907.post-5296806061026613626</id><published>2009-03-16T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:55:42.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enhancing Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;RUST is a very important factor for all relationships. When trust is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"   &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;broken, it is the end of the relationship. Lack of trust leads to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"   &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;suspicion, suspicion generates anger, anger causes enmity and enmity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"   &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;may result in separation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgnBexnJfbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Ru52XJWfHoI/s1600-h/download.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgnBexnJfbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Ru52XJWfHoI/s320/download.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335007968054836658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731973601039055907-5296806061026613626?l=frau-selanoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/feeds/5296806061026613626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/02/enhancing-relationship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/5296806061026613626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/5296806061026613626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/02/enhancing-relationship.html' title='Enhancing Relationship'/><author><name>Fraulein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706240018336654677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sf4yFs7nf9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WAZJLufXVPk/S220/frau.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgnBexnJfbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Ru52XJWfHoI/s72-c/download.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731973601039055907.post-4469819348211321761</id><published>2009-03-14T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:59:17.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Pointing Fingers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A man asked his father-in-law, "Many people praised you for a successful marriage. Could you please share with me your secret?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The father-in-law answered in a smile, "Never criticize your wife for her shortcomings or when she does something wrong. Always bear in mind that because of her shortcomings and weaknesses, she could not find a better husband than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all look forward to being loved and respected. Many people are afraid of losing face. Generally, when a person makes a mista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ke, he would look around to find a scapegoat to point the finger at. This is the start of a war. We should always remember that when we point one finger at a person, the other four fingers are pointing at ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If we forgive the others, others will ignore our mistake too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgnEIdsdfdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/oFgwmoVMKqE/s1600-h/download1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgnEIdsdfdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/oFgwmoVMKqE/s320/download1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335010883286171090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731973601039055907-4469819348211321761?l=frau-selanoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/feeds/4469819348211321761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-pointing-fingers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/4469819348211321761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/4469819348211321761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-pointing-fingers.html' title='No Pointing Fingers'/><author><name>Fraulein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706240018336654677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sf4yFs7nf9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WAZJLufXVPk/S220/frau.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgnEIdsdfdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/oFgwmoVMKqE/s72-c/download1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731973601039055907.post-6982473602987213054</id><published>2009-03-11T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:08:15.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creating Perfect Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A person visited the government matchmaker for marriage, SDU, and requested "I am looking for a spouse. Please help me to find a suitable one." The SDU officer said, "Your requirements, please." "Oh, good looking, polite, humorous , sporty, knowledgeable, good in singing and dancing. Willing to accompany me the whole day at home during my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;leisure hour, if I don't go out. Telling me interesting stories when I need companion for conversation and be silent when I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt; to rest." The officer listened carefully and replied, "I understand you need television."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a saying that a perfect match can only be found between a blind wife and a deaf husband ,because the blind wife cannot see the faults of the husband and the deaf husband cannot hear the nagging of the wife. Many couples are blind and deaf at the courting stage and dream of perpetual perfect relationship. Unfortunately, when the excitement of love wears off, they wake up and discover that marriage is not a bed of roses. The nightmare begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgnGbMCMkZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Npu-BxZITqM/s1600-h/download3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgnGbMCMkZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Npu-BxZITqM/s320/download3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335013403986268562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731973601039055907-6982473602987213054?l=frau-selanoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/feeds/6982473602987213054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/05/creating-perfect-relationship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/6982473602987213054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/6982473602987213054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/05/creating-perfect-relationship.html' title='Creating Perfect Relationship'/><author><name>Fraulein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706240018336654677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sf4yFs7nf9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WAZJLufXVPk/S220/frau.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgnGbMCMkZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Npu-BxZITqM/s72-c/download3.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731973601039055907.post-8062420624126201612</id><published>2009-03-09T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:07:36.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Speech</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;There is a Chinese saying which carries the &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;meaning that "A speech will either prosper or ruin a nation." Many relationships break off because of wrong speech. When a couple is too close with each other,we always forget mutual respect and courtesy. We may say anything without considering if it would hurt the other party.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend and her millionaire husband visited their construction site. A worker who wore a helmet saw her and shouted,"Hi, Emily! Remember me? We used to date in the secondary school." On the way home, her millionaire husband teased her, "Luckily you married me.Otherwise you will be the wife of a construction worker." She answered ,"You should appreciate that you married me. Otherwise, he will be the millionaire and not you." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frequently exchanging these remarks plants the seed for a bad relationship. It's like a  broken egg - cannot be reversed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgnJ16T9JpI/AAAAAAAAAEo/yiv17Sfnsxg/s1600-h/download5.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgnJ16T9JpI/AAAAAAAAAEo/yiv17Sfnsxg/s320/download5.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335017161620268690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&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/2731973601039055907-8062420624126201612?l=frau-selanoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/feeds/8062420624126201612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/02/right-speech.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/8062420624126201612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/8062420624126201612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/02/right-speech.html' title='Right Speech'/><author><name>Fraulein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706240018336654677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sf4yFs7nf9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WAZJLufXVPk/S220/frau.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgnJ16T9JpI/AAAAAAAAAEo/yiv17Sfnsxg/s72-c/download5.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731973601039055907.post-6055384342524073034</id><published>2009-03-07T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:09:15.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Overpowering</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Many relationships fail because one party tries to overpower another,or demands too much. People in love tend to think that love will conquer all and their spouses will change the bad habits after marriage. Actually, this is not the case. There is a Chinese saying which carries the meaning that "It is easier to reshape a mountain or a river than a person's character."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not easy to change. Thus, having high e&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;xpectation on changing the spouse character will cause disappointment and unpleasantness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;It would be&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; less painful to change ourselves and lower our exp&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;ectations.. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgnIQp8mpZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Dpeq_zOoVWY/s1600-h/download4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgnIQp8mpZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Dpeq_zOoVWY/s320/download4.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335015422060570002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731973601039055907-6055384342524073034?l=frau-selanoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/feeds/6055384342524073034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/02/many-relationships-fail-because-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/6055384342524073034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/6055384342524073034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/02/many-relationships-fail-because-one.html' title='No Overpowering'/><author><name>Fraulein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706240018336654677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sf4yFs7nf9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WAZJLufXVPk/S220/frau.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgnIQp8mpZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Dpeq_zOoVWY/s72-c/download4.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731973601039055907.post-2420428955552983975</id><published>2009-03-05T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:00:46.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Perception</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Different people have different perception. One man's meat could be another man's poison. A couple bought a donkey from the market. On the way home,a boy commented, "Very stupid. Why neither of them ride on the donkey?"Upon hearing that, the husband let the wife ride on the donkey. He walked besides them. Later, an old man saw it and commented, "The husband is the head of family. How can the wife ride on the donkey while the husband is on foot?" Hearing this, the wife quickly got down and let the husband ride on the donkey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Further on the way home, they met an old Lady. She commented, "How can the man ride on the donkey but let the wife walk. He is no gentleman."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband thus quickly asked the wife to join him on the donkey. Then, they met a young man. He commented, "Poor donkey, how can you hold up the weight of two persons. They are cruel to you." Hearing that, the husband and wife immediately climbed down from the donkey and carried it on their s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;houlders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to be the only choice left. Later, on a narrow bridge, the donkey was frightened and struggled. They lost their balance and fell into the river. You can never have everyone praise you, nor will everyone condemn you. Never in the past, not at present, and never will be in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Thus, do not be too bothered by others words i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;f our conscience is clear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgnKqlM077I/AAAAAAAAAEw/nrkTndez2C4/s1600-h/download6.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgnKqlM077I/AAAAAAAAAEw/nrkTndez2C4/s320/download6.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335018066486292402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &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/2731973601039055907-2420428955552983975?l=frau-selanoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/feeds/2420428955552983975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/02/personal-perception.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/2420428955552983975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/2420428955552983975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/02/personal-perception.html' title='Personal Perception'/><author><name>Fraulein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706240018336654677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sf4yFs7nf9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WAZJLufXVPk/S220/frau.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgnKqlM077I/AAAAAAAAAEw/nrkTndez2C4/s72-c/download6.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731973601039055907.post-8727131844803237042</id><published>2009-03-02T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:51:45.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Patient</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This is a true story which happened in the States. A man came out of his home to admire his new truck. To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint of the truck. The man ran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; to his son, knocked him away, hammered the little boy's hands into pulp as punishment. When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the hospital. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally had to amputate the fingers from both the boy's hands. When the boy woke up from the surgery &amp;amp; saw his bandaged stubs, he innocently said, " Daddy,I'm sorry about your truck." Then he asked, "but when are my fingers going to grow back?" The father went home &amp;amp; committed&lt;br /&gt;suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Think about this story the next time someone steps on your feet or u wish to take revenge. Think first before u lose your patience with someone u love. Trucks can be repaired.. Broken bones &amp;amp; hurt feelings often &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;can't. Too often we fail to recognize the difference between the person and the performance. We forget that forgiveness is greater th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;an revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;People make mistakes. We are allowed to make mistakes. But the actions we take while in a rage will haunt us forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgnLhO390EI/AAAAAAAAAE4/iPaLGzjW2R8/s1600-h/download7.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgnLhO390EI/AAAAAAAAAE4/iPaLGzjW2R8/s320/download7.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335019005386018882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731973601039055907-8727131844803237042?l=frau-selanoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/feeds/8727131844803237042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/02/be-patient.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/8727131844803237042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/8727131844803237042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/02/be-patient.html' title='Be Patient'/><author><name>Fraulein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706240018336654677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sf4yFs7nf9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WAZJLufXVPk/S220/frau.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgnLhO390EI/AAAAAAAAAE4/iPaLGzjW2R8/s72-c/download7.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731973601039055907.post-5500414991764015516</id><published>2009-02-25T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:59:04.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things GOD Won't Ask on That Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sh1_Pk982gI/AAAAAAAAALY/qeMoSTenLjI/s1600-h/download1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sh1-haTH0HI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3WJ7Zrib1WE/s400/download10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340563845591584882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sh1-dGk5Q1I/AAAAAAAAAKI/hk0cg9qmXZE/s1600-h/download11.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sh1-dGk5Q1I/AAAAAAAAAKI/hk0cg9qmXZE/s400/download11.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340563771577942866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731973601039055907-5500414991764015516?l=frau-selanoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/feeds/5500414991764015516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-things-god-wont-ask-on-that-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/5500414991764015516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/5500414991764015516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-things-god-wont-ask-on-that-day.html' title='10 Things GOD Won&apos;t Ask on That Day'/><author><name>Fraulein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706240018336654677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sf4yFs7nf9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WAZJLufXVPk/S220/frau.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sh1_Pk982gI/AAAAAAAAALY/qeMoSTenLjI/s72-c/download1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731973601039055907.post-3731689738151703530</id><published>2009-02-22T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T17:45:51.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beating Bedtime Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgjuENQZLRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4CAGp0WoaqM/s1600-h/baby.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgjuENQZLRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4CAGp0WoaqM/s200/baby.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334775514665659666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Night terrors are frightening to watch in children, although they are often not harmful and do not demand medication or complex medical tests. Night terrors are part of the group of disorders called parasomnias. These undesirable movements during sleep range from teeth grinding to sleepwalking to overlapping states of confusion or arousal. Most children outgrow them without long-term psychological effects. If your child gets night terrors, start a good bedtime routine and keep him safe, especially if he tends to sleepwalk. Lock doors and windows, have him sleep in ground-floor room, and put him to bed in a sleeping bag for some restraint. Night terrors tend to occur at about the same time each night, so it may help to gently nudge him awake about 15minutes earlier and then let him driff off to sleep again. Often, after four to five nights, the terrors will stop. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731973601039055907-3731689738151703530?l=frau-selanoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/feeds/3731689738151703530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/02/beating-bedtime-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/3731689738151703530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/3731689738151703530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/02/beating-bedtime-blues.html' title='Beating Bedtime Blues'/><author><name>Fraulein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706240018336654677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sf4yFs7nf9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WAZJLufXVPk/S220/frau.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgjuENQZLRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4CAGp0WoaqM/s72-c/baby.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731973601039055907.post-2470922452575813909</id><published>2009-02-20T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:28:18.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Friends Are....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SiVlWxSwIZI/AAAAAAAAANo/gHO1Az2X-Sk/s1600-h/9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SiVlWxSwIZI/AAAAAAAAANo/gHO1Az2X-Sk/s320/9.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342787974808478098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The A -  Z of Friendship&lt;br /&gt;A Friend ...  &lt;br /&gt; &gt;Accepts you as you  are.&lt;br /&gt; &gt;Believes in  you.&lt;br /&gt; &gt;Calls you just to say  "hi."&lt;br /&gt; &gt;Doesn't give up on  you.&lt;br /&gt; &gt;Envisions the whole of you &lt;br /&gt; &gt;Forgives your  mistakes.&lt;br /&gt; &gt;Gives  unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt; &gt;Helps  you.&lt;br /&gt; &gt;Invites you  over.&lt;br /&gt; &gt;Just likes being with  you.&lt;br /&gt; &gt;Keeps you close at  heart.&lt;br /&gt; &gt;Loves you for who you  are.&lt;br /&gt; &gt;Makes a difference in your  life.&lt;br /&gt; &gt;Never judges  you.&lt;br /&gt; &gt;Offers  support.&lt;br /&gt; &gt;Picks you  up.&lt;br /&gt; &gt;Quiets your  fears.&lt;br /&gt; &gt;Raises your  spirits.&lt;br /&gt; &gt;Says nice things about  you.&lt;br /&gt; &gt;Tells you the truth when you  need to hear it.&lt;br /&gt; &gt;Understands  you.&lt;br /&gt; &gt;Values  you.&lt;br /&gt; &gt;Walks beside  you.&lt;br /&gt; &gt;Xplains things you don't  understand.&lt;br /&gt; &gt;Yells when you won't  listen.&lt;br /&gt; &gt;Zaps you back to reality.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SiVkq5SdPfI/AAAAAAAAANY/mWwsmAk-0Tk/s1600-h/7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 207px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SiVkq5SdPfI/AAAAAAAAANY/mWwsmAk-0Tk/s320/7.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342787221040479730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SiVkh4x6UTI/AAAAAAAAANQ/8LlRo0zq-JM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SiVjwRooqQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/5g4QXPbPO40/s320/4.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342786213963671810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SiVjouPrKTI/AAAAAAAAAMw/O3PBFiRWOT0/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SiVjouPrKTI/AAAAAAAAAMw/O3PBFiRWOT0/s320/3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342786084204652850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SiVjg-8makI/AAAAAAAAAMo/2IrycaPnWsM/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SiVjg-8makI/AAAAAAAAAMo/2IrycaPnWsM/s320/2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342785951249099330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SiVjZT9NeQI/AAAAAAAAAMg/OMWXGDLyZRk/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SiVjZT9NeQI/AAAAAAAAAMg/OMWXGDLyZRk/s320/1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342785819449850114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731973601039055907-2470922452575813909?l=frau-selanoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/feeds/2470922452575813909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/02/a-z-of-friendship-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/2470922452575813909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/2470922452575813909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/02/a-z-of-friendship-friend.html' title='What Friends Are....'/><author><name>Fraulein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706240018336654677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sf4yFs7nf9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WAZJLufXVPk/S220/frau.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SiVlWxSwIZI/AAAAAAAAANo/gHO1Az2X-Sk/s72-c/9.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731973601039055907.post-1727559396996438232</id><published>2009-02-18T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:49:09.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lives on Hold</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When a child gets seriously ill,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the family's life turns upside down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you can do much to help them survive &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the ordeal.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Nothing breaks a parent's heart more the sight of her child confined in the hospital. Being hospitalized interrupts not only the child's school and childhood activities, but also the entire family's life. It is an emotional burden on the parents, a disruption of the family's work schedule, and a drain on their financial resources. The good thing is, for most childhood illnesses, life usually reverts to normal once the patient is discharged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;But what if the diagnosis is a serious, long-term, even potencially fatal, illness? How do parents deal with it? And how do you explain to a child why he is suffering?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Many families find themselves in such unfortunate situations -lives put on hold by a child illness. Both patient and a caregiver feel helpless, alone, and frightened of the unknown...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;The NGO helping children and their families cope with illness and hospitalization, especially kids with chronic illnesses and life-threatening diseases. Briefly, it offers the parents emotional support, and the children, respite from their plight through play, reading, &amp;amp; arts and crafts session within the hospital, and educational trips outside. Children with debilitating ailments are also informed, in language they can understand and with educational medical toys, why they are sick and need painful tests, therapy, or surgery to help them get well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731973601039055907-1727559396996438232?l=frau-selanoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/feeds/1727559396996438232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/01/lives-on-hold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/1727559396996438232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/1727559396996438232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/01/lives-on-hold.html' title='Lives on Hold'/><author><name>Fraulein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706240018336654677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sf4yFs7nf9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WAZJLufXVPk/S220/frau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731973601039055907.post-1512626858346671906</id><published>2009-02-14T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:48:24.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Get Over Him...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sgj1DIMlbII/AAAAAAAAACI/MLVqgkvDof8/s1600-h/questionmarks-clip.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 89px; height: 137px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sgj1DIMlbII/AAAAAAAAACI/MLVqgkvDof8/s200/questionmarks-clip.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334783192709033090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sgj07nP9PUI/AAAAAAAAACA/m-nu_rqg09w/s1600-h/clipart_forgiveme01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sgj07nP9PUI/AAAAAAAAACA/m-nu_rqg09w/s200/clipart_forgiveme01.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334783063605722434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breaking up is really hard, especially if the dump came suddenly, and you wanted to stay together. You probably analyze the whole break up scene over and over with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;Getting over him involves figuring out how you can learn and grow from the experience. Breakups, however painful, help you toughen up emotionally by teaching you to cope with rejection. You know the expression: "Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger". Through breakups, you become more prepared to deal with future disappointments ( of all kinds, not just with guys ).&lt;br /&gt;They also teach you how to protect yourself from pain down the road by showing you what you want and don't from relationships. Try to look at your ruined romance objectively. Did you find yourself giving things up to spend more time with your boyfriend? If you ignored your interests for him or lost touch with some of your friends, you're probably feeling more of a void now that he's gone. So get right back to your hobbies, focus on grades, hook up with those buds -in other words, regain your independence. A rich life makes the breakup less crushing, if only by distracting you from its sting!&lt;br /&gt;That said, don't pretend the breakup wasn't a blow. Getting over a guy means giving yourself enough time to mourn the emptiness you feel. Circle a date on your calendar as the day you'll stop grieving. Before that date arrives, its OKAY to cry; after it, vow that you'll no longer feel sad when you hear his name or see him.&lt;br /&gt;Your life will get better because you're a good person -another crucial point. Yes, this guy brokeup with you, and it's perfectly normal to feel bad about that. But you shouldn't feel bad about yourself. Don't let the breakup threaten your self-esteem.&lt;br /&gt;I believe everyone who touches your life teaches you an important lesson. Make a list of all the things you learned from knowing this guy. What have you learned about yourself from loving him? What mistakes did you make? What will you do differently the next time?&lt;br /&gt;You may have lost him, but I bet you didn't realize how much you've gained from your experience.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731973601039055907-1512626858346671906?l=frau-selanoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/feeds/1512626858346671906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/04/cant-get-over-him.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/1512626858346671906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/1512626858346671906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/04/cant-get-over-him.html' title='Can&apos;t Get Over Him...'/><author><name>Fraulein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706240018336654677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sf4yFs7nf9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WAZJLufXVPk/S220/frau.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sgj1DIMlbII/AAAAAAAAACI/MLVqgkvDof8/s72-c/questionmarks-clip.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731973601039055907.post-2089818765589915081</id><published>2009-02-10T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:15:56.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Consider The "End  Afterwards"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Life's journey presents us with many choices. Surely it is the course of wisdom to try to find out what is the end of any road before we take the first step along it. Some have bitterly regretted decisions that they have made. Perhaps you too have said, "If only I had known how this was going to turn out, I would never have started it in the first place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An experienced traveler wants to know where each road leads. He may consult a map  and talk to people who know the area. He will certainly take note of signposts he encounters along the way. On life's journey, though, how can you be sure which is the best path to take?&lt;br /&gt;We do not need to be in doubt as to the "end afterward" of the paths that life's journey may offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young people are often  exposed to temptations and pressures to experiment with things that seem popular. Here are some likely scenario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Someone dares you to smoke a cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;- You are invited to a party where alcohol and possibly drugs will be freely available.&lt;br /&gt;- A friend invite you to watch a movie that features violence and  immorality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever you are confronted with any  of such  situations, what will you do?  Will you simply give in, or will you carefully consider what the "end afterward" could be?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731973601039055907-2089818765589915081?l=frau-selanoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/feeds/2089818765589915081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/02/consider-end-afterwards.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/2089818765589915081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/2089818765589915081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/02/consider-end-afterwards.html' title='Consider The &quot;End  Afterwards&quot;'/><author><name>Fraulein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706240018336654677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sf4yFs7nf9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WAZJLufXVPk/S220/frau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731973601039055907.post-7823066328730618507</id><published>2009-02-07T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:50:58.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat then Drink...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;If you can't give up alcohol, at least take it with something solid. That's because drinking alcohol without food increases your risk for high blood pressure, new research shows. Even the light to moderate drinkers raise their risk if they drink alcohol without food, according to a study that was published in the journal &lt;em&gt;Hypertension&lt;/em&gt;. There are a number of explanations for these findings, researchers said. Among these are the beneficial  effects of food on fibrinolysis (removal of small blood clots) and blood lipids (fats), and on the absorption and metabolism of the alcohol. The cross-sectional study involved more than 2,600 men and women aged 35 to 80 years with no other cardiovascular disease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731973601039055907-7823066328730618507?l=frau-selanoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/feeds/7823066328730618507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/01/eat-then-drink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/7823066328730618507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/7823066328730618507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/01/eat-then-drink.html' title='Eat then Drink...'/><author><name>Fraulein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706240018336654677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sf4yFs7nf9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WAZJLufXVPk/S220/frau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731973601039055907.post-85353607586837651</id><published>2009-01-28T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T11:38:03.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REMINDING YOU...</title><content type='html'>A stock clerk was sent to clean up a storeroom in Maui, Hawaii.When he got back, he was complaining that the storeroom was really filthy and that he had noticed dried mouse/rat droppings in some areas.! A couple of days later, he started to feel like he was coming down with a stomach flu, complained of sore joints and headaches, and began to vomit.He went to bed and never really got up again. Within two days he was severely ill and weak. His blood sugar count was down to 66, and his face and eyeballs were yellow. He was rushed to the emergency at Pali-Momi, where he was diagnosed to be suffering from massive organ failure. He died shortly before midnight.No one would have made the connection between his job and his death, had it not been for a doctor who specifically asked if he had been in a warehouse or exposed to dried rat/mouse droppings at anytime. They said there is a virus (much like the Hanta virus) that lives in dried rat and mouse droppings.Once dried, these droppings are like dust and can easily be breathed in or ingested if a person does not wear protective gear or fails to wash face and hands thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;An autopsy was performed on the clerk to verify the doctor's suspicions...This is why it is extremely important to ALWAYS carefully rinse off the tops of canned sodas or foods, and to wipe off pasta packaging, cereal boxes, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;Almost everything you buy in a supermarket was stored in a warehouse at one time or another, and stores themselves often have rodents.Most of us remember to wash vegetables and fruits but never think of boxes and cans.&lt;br /&gt;The ugly truth is, even the most modern, upper-class, super store has rats and mice. And their warehouse most assuredly does!Whenever you buy any canned soft drink, please make sure that you wash the top with running water and soap or, if that is not available, drink with a straw.&lt;br /&gt;The investigation of soda cans by the Center for Disease Control in Atlanta discovered that the tops of soda cans can be encrusted with dried rat's urine, which is so toxic it can be lethal. Canned drinks and other foodstuffs are stored in warehouses and containers that are usually infested with rodents, and then they get transported to retail outlets without being properly cleaned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731973601039055907-85353607586837651?l=frau-selanoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/feeds/85353607586837651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/01/reminding-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/85353607586837651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/85353607586837651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/01/reminding-you.html' title='REMINDING YOU...'/><author><name>Fraulein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706240018336654677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sf4yFs7nf9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WAZJLufXVPk/S220/frau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731973601039055907.post-5291829204685254518</id><published>2009-01-27T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:39:09.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Romatic Collection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sh15QFMfVyI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Pw41LZGszss/s1600-h/download1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sh15klbeUiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/eQcP-EnoBLo/s400/download6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340558402560872994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sh15gqlaIwI/AAAAAAAAAJw/yNRYOv1-FR8/s1600-h/download7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sh15gqlaIwI/AAAAAAAAAJw/yNRYOv1-FR8/s400/download7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340558335225242370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731973601039055907-5291829204685254518?l=frau-selanoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/feeds/5291829204685254518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-romatic-collection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/5291829204685254518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/5291829204685254518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-romatic-collection.html' title='The Best Romatic Collection'/><author><name>Fraulein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706240018336654677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sf4yFs7nf9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WAZJLufXVPk/S220/frau.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sh15QFMfVyI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Pw41LZGszss/s72-c/download1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731973601039055907.post-8908256544607586365</id><published>2009-01-25T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T17:49:25.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Advices To A Friend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Always try to help a friend in need...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWJRJm6KMI/AAAAAAAAAI4/BDZwzfidntg/s1600-h/download30.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 173px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWJRJm6KMI/AAAAAAAAAI4/BDZwzfidntg/s320/download30.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338323861047486658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Believe in yourself..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWI-SfB_CI/AAAAAAAAAIw/A2go2QgeOl4/s1600-h/download29.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWI-SfB_CI/AAAAAAAAAIw/A2go2QgeOl4/s320/download29.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338323537012849698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be brave!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWIzafbuDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Jp2zRthtUOM/s1600-h/download28.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWIzafbuDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Jp2zRthtUOM/s320/download28.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338323350183458866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;but remember... it's okay to be afraid sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWH79ohyfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/t7Ut6V1Y48o/s1600-h/download27.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWH79ohyfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/t7Ut6V1Y48o/s320/download27.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338322397544172018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Give lots of kisses...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWIM5pTn8I/AAAAAAAAAIg/6-glQqMWcYs/s1600-h/download26.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWIM5pTn8I/AAAAAAAAAIg/6-glQqMWcYs/s320/download26.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338322688531472322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't be overly concerned with your weight, it's just a number!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWHg6tLphI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cL5g859Vz6A/s1600-h/download25.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWHg6tLphI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cL5g859Vz6A/s320/download25.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338321932901918226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Always try to see the glass half full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWHO3vMU6I/AAAAAAAAAII/YVmgqyPD6v0/s1600-h/download24.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWHO3vMU6I/AAAAAAAAAII/YVmgqyPD6v0/s320/download24.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338321622867399586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meet new people, even if they look different to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWG0gEbUkI/AAAAAAAAAIA/GDe-axfFOAU/s1600-h/download23.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWG0gEbUkI/AAAAAAAAAIA/GDe-axfFOAU/s320/download23.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338321169837412930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Remain calm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWGpWIMGMI/AAAAAAAAAH4/_ZOcC-8cfZA/s1600-h/download22.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWGpWIMGMI/AAAAAAAAAH4/_ZOcC-8cfZA/s320/download22.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338320978190276802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;even if it seems rather hopeless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWGWKexQbI/AAAAAAAAAHw/I3X0kRaPo4U/s1600-h/download21.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWGWKexQbI/AAAAAAAAAHw/I3X0kRaPo4U/s320/download21.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338320648646246834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take a nap if you need one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWGH5-RBKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/sz04kgWMok4/s1600-h/download20.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWGH5-RBKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/sz04kgWMok4/s320/download20.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338320403696780450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have a good sense of humor and laugh often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWF1A5KTsI/AAAAAAAAAHg/to3HA2JxTDY/s1600-h/download19.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 204px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWF1A5KTsI/AAAAAAAAAHg/to3HA2JxTDY/s320/download19.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338320079136902850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Love your friends, no matter who they are&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWFchUOmjI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ApeoyA4yAvQ/s1600-h/download18.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWFchUOmjI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ApeoyA4yAvQ/s320/download18.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338319658343635506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't waste food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWFMmvQpfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/vCHTaAgvZUQ/s1600-h/download17.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWFMmvQpfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/vCHTaAgvZUQ/s320/download17.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338319384921286130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Take an occasional risk. (my favorite!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWEwewcY0I/AAAAAAAAAHI/VM-__S5yO7Q/s1600-h/download16.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 163px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWEwewcY0I/AAAAAAAAAHI/VM-__S5yO7Q/s320/download16.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338318901742428994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Relax...even, on those stressful days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWEJEEX-BI/AAAAAAAAAHA/UM8fEVRaVu8/s1600-h/download15.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWEJEEX-BI/AAAAAAAAAHA/UM8fEVRaVu8/s320/download15.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338318224563370002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Try to have a little fun each day...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWD09t9ctI/AAAAAAAAAG4/a_vLT6shTcI/s1600-h/download14.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWD09t9ctI/AAAAAAAAAG4/a_vLT6shTcI/s320/download14.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338317879261360850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And... it's important, no matter what...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWDjE4ROJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/zETs348-q-Q/s1600-h/download13.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWDjE4ROJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/zETs348-q-Q/s320/download13.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338317571946002578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;to work together as a team,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWCqYEORPI/AAAAAAAAAGg/6KLP3xVzH64/s1600-h/download12.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWCqYEORPI/AAAAAAAAAGg/6KLP3xVzH64/s320/download12.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338316597843870962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;share joke with your friends and neighbors,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWCN0fsKSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-vKmkGxCVO0/s1600-h/download11.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWCN0fsKSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-vKmkGxCVO0/s320/download11.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338316107259062562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and fall in love with someone special...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWB3j6DySI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JqLJL4AMN3c/s1600-h/download10.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWB3j6DySI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JqLJL4AMN3c/s320/download10.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338315724849137954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Say "I love you" often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWBipsB_QI/AAAAAAAAAGI/6hpH7EwiMu4/s1600-h/download9.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWBipsB_QI/AAAAAAAAAGI/6hpH7EwiMu4/s320/download9.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338315365623659778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Express yourself creatively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWBGn06qDI/AAAAAAAAAGA/xvtV2fI88T4/s1600-h/download8.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWBGn06qDI/AAAAAAAAAGA/xvtV2fI88T4/s320/download8.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338314884087719986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Always be up for surprises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWAxifWGtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/8pCEu633z-o/s1600-h/download7.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWAxifWGtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/8pCEu633z-o/s320/download7.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338314521877813970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Share with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWAgJRJk5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/4PQJZCoztWA/s1600-h/download6.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWAgJRJk5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/4PQJZCoztWA/s320/download6.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338314223049610130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Remember the saying:&lt;br /&gt;Good things happen to good people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWADffzr8I/AAAAAAAAAFo/ZHIEtqOjQTc/s1600-h/download5.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWADffzr8I/AAAAAAAAAFo/ZHIEtqOjQTc/s320/download5.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338313730800463810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;There is always someone who loves you more than you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShV_kqHaVMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/X6kMbKcXv9g/s1600-h/download4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShV_kqHaVMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/X6kMbKcXv9g/s320/download4.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338313201074984130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Exercise a little each day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShV_Ko5_2WI/AAAAAAAAAFY/gOnxUAbYKAE/s1600-h/download3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShV_Ko5_2WI/AAAAAAAAAFY/gOnxUAbYKAE/s320/download3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338312754073688418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Live up your name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShV-WKiSg3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/E-Pxs58-n1Y/s1600-h/download2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShV-WKiSg3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/E-Pxs58-n1Y/s320/download2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338311852567987058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShV9Fy3adLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/jVBCJYhQgiM/s1600-h/download1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hold on to good friends; they are few and far between!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And remember, this friend is thinking about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShV9Fy3adLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/jVBCJYhQgiM/s1600-h/download1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShV9Fy3adLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/jVBCJYhQgiM/s320/download1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338310471824602290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731973601039055907-8908256544607586365?l=frau-selanoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/feeds/8908256544607586365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/03/sort-of-advices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/8908256544607586365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/8908256544607586365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/03/sort-of-advices.html' title='Advices To A Friend...'/><author><name>Fraulein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706240018336654677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sf4yFs7nf9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WAZJLufXVPk/S220/frau.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/ShWJRJm6KMI/AAAAAAAAAI4/BDZwzfidntg/s72-c/download30.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731973601039055907.post-2222629693995466598</id><published>2009-01-23T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:19:59.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Kind of Breast Cancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SiM5YZYexkI/AAAAAAAAALg/piltIoZLbwU/s1600-h/breastCA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SiM5YZYexkI/AAAAAAAAALg/piltIoZLbwU/s320/breastCA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342176674284750402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady developed a rash on her breast, similar to that young mothers who are nursing. Because her mammogram had been clear, the doctor treated her with antibiotics for infections. After two rounds, it continued to get worse, so her doctor sent her for another mammogram. This time it showed a mass. A biopsy found a fast growing malignancy. Chemo was started in order to shrink the growth; then a mastectomy was performed; then a full round of Chemo; then radiation. After about 9 months of intense treatment, she was given a clean bill of health. She had one year of living each day to its fullest. Then the cancer returned to the liver area. She took a 4 treatments and decided that she wanted quality of life, not the after effects of Chemo. She had 5 great months and she planned each detail of the final days. After a few days of needing morphine, she died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all women be alert to anything that is not normal, and be persistent in getting help as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paget's Disease: This is a rare form of breast cancer and is on the outside of the breast, on the nipple and aureole. It appear as a rash, which later became a lesions with a crusty outer edge. Sometimes it itched and sore. It started out as a single red pimple on the aureole. One of the biggest problem with Paget's disease of the nipple is that the symptoms appear to be harmless. It is frequently thought to be a skin inflammation or infection, leading to unfortunate delays in detection and care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are symptoms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A persistent redness, oozing, and crusting of your nipple causing it to itch and burn.&lt;br /&gt;2. A sore on your nipple that will not heal.&lt;br /&gt;3. Usually only one nipple is affected. How is it diagnosed? Your doctor will do a physical exam and should suggest a mammogram of both breast done immediately. Even though, the redness, oozing and crusting closely resemble dermatitis (inflammation of the skin). Your doctor should suspect a cancer if the sore is only on one breast. Your doctor should order a biopsy of your sore to confirm what is going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731973601039055907-2222629693995466598?l=frau-selanoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/feeds/2222629693995466598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-kind-of-breast-cancer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/2222629693995466598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/2222629693995466598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-kind-of-breast-cancer.html' title='New Kind of Breast Cancer'/><author><name>Fraulein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706240018336654677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sf4yFs7nf9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WAZJLufXVPk/S220/frau.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SiM5YZYexkI/AAAAAAAAALg/piltIoZLbwU/s72-c/breastCA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731973601039055907.post-9146496451873076683</id><published>2009-01-20T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T11:35:51.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Worry? Be Happy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why Worry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are only two things in life to worry about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgkEJpYRLFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rzgQqXnUktI/s1600-h/download10.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 89px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgkEJpYRLFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rzgQqXnUktI/s200/download10.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334799797370039378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Whether you are well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;or whether you are sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgkCIGAwrlI/AAAAAAAAADg/RFEiS-OglEQ/s1600-h/download9.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgkCIGAwrlI/AAAAAAAAADg/RFEiS-OglEQ/s200/download9.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334797571673075282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then there is nothing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;But if you are sick,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgkBg_NRGQI/AAAAAAAAADY/DyUqFBCfqbA/s1600-h/download8.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgkBg_NRGQI/AAAAAAAAADY/DyUqFBCfqbA/s200/download8.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334796899831585026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are only two things to worry about:&lt;br /&gt;Whether you are going to get well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgkA29o6gGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/KIjTONibg9g/s1600-h/download7.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgkA29o6gGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/KIjTONibg9g/s200/download7.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334796177856168034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;or whether you are going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgkAjToqeyI/AAAAAAAAADI/EA5zMggoXAw/s1600-h/download6.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgkAjToqeyI/AAAAAAAAADI/EA5zMggoXAw/s200/download6.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334795840163314466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you get well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sgj_sifzw6I/AAAAAAAAADA/uypj0mxDaEc/s1600-h/download5.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sgj_sifzw6I/AAAAAAAAADA/uypj0mxDaEc/s200/download5.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334794899259900834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then there is nothing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;But if you die,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sgj-gqy2htI/AAAAAAAAAC4/PfiRpQwWRTo/s1600-h/download4.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sgj-gqy2htI/AAAAAAAAAC4/PfiRpQwWRTo/s200/download4.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334793595817199314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there are only two things to worry about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Whether you are going to go to heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;or whether you are going to go to hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you go to heaven,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sgj9dJd8JqI/AAAAAAAAACw/wP82sDgTDdI/s1600-h/download3.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sgj9dJd8JqI/AAAAAAAAACw/wP82sDgTDdI/s200/download3.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334792435819882146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then you have nothing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;But if you go to hell,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sgj8NAVmUeI/AAAAAAAAACo/hysdfNzHJqU/s1600-h/download2.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sgj8NAVmUeI/AAAAAAAAACo/hysdfNzHJqU/s200/download2.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334791058979443170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you'll be so busy shaking hands with all of your friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sgj7tm5Sc0I/AAAAAAAAACg/j0HE_ntPqiM/s1600-h/download1.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sgj7tm5Sc0I/AAAAAAAAACg/j0HE_ntPqiM/s200/download1.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334790519573869378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That you won't have time to worry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, Why Worry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not cry if the Sun sets at the end of the day, because the tears will not let you enjoy the beauty of the Stars....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731973601039055907-9146496451873076683?l=frau-selanoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/feeds/9146496451873076683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-worry-be-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/9146496451873076683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/9146496451873076683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-worry-be-happy.html' title='Why Worry? Be Happy....'/><author><name>Fraulein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706240018336654677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sf4yFs7nf9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WAZJLufXVPk/S220/frau.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgkEJpYRLFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rzgQqXnUktI/s72-c/download10.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731973601039055907.post-4197479306837851111</id><published>2009-01-19T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:24:28.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faces of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sgay6iAJtqI/AAAAAAAAABo/LfI2HD9TNc4/s1600-h/download.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sgay6iAJtqI/AAAAAAAAABo/LfI2HD9TNc4/s200/download.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334147527296530082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happiness keeps you sweet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sgaytggz0DI/AAAAAAAAABg/yCf2wLIol_I/s1600-h/download+1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sgaytggz0DI/AAAAAAAAABg/yCf2wLIol_I/s200/download+1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334147303558336562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trials keeps you strong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgayZuI127I/AAAAAAAAABY/p-QQSwaeAAs/s1600-h/download+2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgayZuI127I/AAAAAAAAABY/p-QQSwaeAAs/s200/download+2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334146963618519986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorrows keep you human...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgayHjJb4qI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1JoTRbOxmIA/s1600-h/download+3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgayHjJb4qI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1JoTRbOxmIA/s200/download+3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334146651430576802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Failures keep you humble...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgaxramF9mI/AAAAAAAAABI/oL_fUU7_P4g/s1600-h/download+4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 86px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgaxramF9mI/AAAAAAAAABI/oL_fUU7_P4g/s200/download+4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334146168098518626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Success keeps you glowing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgaxXXIc6dI/AAAAAAAAABA/uu9pwcBFPus/s1600-h/download+5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 139px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/SgaxXXIc6dI/AAAAAAAAABA/uu9pwcBFPus/s200/download+5.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334145823571503570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But only GOD keeps you going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731973601039055907-4197479306837851111?l=frau-selanoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/feeds/4197479306837851111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/04/faces-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/4197479306837851111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731973601039055907/posts/default/4197479306837851111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frau-selanoba.blogspot.com/2009/04/faces-of-life.html' title='Faces of Life'/><author><name>Fraulein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706240018336654677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sf4yFs7nf9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WAZJLufXVPk/S220/frau.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nzYav8ynYA/Sgay6iAJtqI/AAAAAAAAABo/LfI2HD9TNc4/s72-c/download.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731973601039055907.post-3849281413645640270</id><published>2009-01-12T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T18:26:33.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disclosure Policy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This policy is valid from 12 January 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This blog is a personal blog written and edited by me. 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