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		<title>SMALL MISUNDERSTANDINGS MAY RESULT IN A LIFETIME OF REGRETS&#8230;.</title>
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		<dc:creator>Sharon</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Just two years after our marriage, hubby brought up the idea of asking Mother to move from the rural hometown and spend her remaining years with us. Hubby&#8217;s father passed away while he was still very young. Mother endured much hardship and struggled all on her own to provide for him, see him through to [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Just two years after our marriage, hubby brought up the idea of asking Mother to move from the rural hometown and spend her remaining years with us. Hubby&#8217;s father passed away while he was still very young. Mother endured much hardship and struggled all on her own to provide for him, see him through to a university degree. You could say that she suffered a great deal and did everything you could expect of a woman to bring hubby to where he is today. I immediately agreed and started packing the spare room, which has a balcony facing the South to let her enjoy the sunshine and plant greenery. Hubby stood in the bright room, and suddenly just picked me up and started spinning round and round. As I begged him to put me down, he said: &#8220;Let’s go fetch mother&#8221;.  Hubby is tall and big sized and I love to test on his chest and enjoy the feeling that he could pick me up at any moment put the tiny me into his pockets. Whenever we have an argument and both refuses to back down, he would pick me up and spin me over his head continuously until I surrender and beg for mercy. I became addicted to this kind of panic-joy feeling.  Mother brought along her countryside habits and lifestyle with her. For example; I am so used to buying flowers to decorate the living room, she could not stand it and would comment: &#8220;I do not know how you young people spend your money, why do you buy flowers for? You also can&#8217;t eat flowers!&#8221; I smiled and said: &#8220;Mum, with flowers in the house, our mood will also become better.&#8221; Mother continues to grumble away, and hubby smiled: &#8220;Mum, this is a city-people&#8217;s habit; slowly you will get use to it&#8221;. Mother stopped saying anything.  But every time thereafter, whenever came home with flowers, she would ask me how much it costs. I told her and she would shake her head and express displeasure. Sometimes, when I come home with lots of shopping bags, she would ask each and every item how much they cost, I would tell her honestly and she would get even more upset about it. Hubby playfully pinched my nose and said: &#8220;You little fool, just don&#8217;t tell her the full price of everything would solve it.&#8221; There begins the friction to our otherwise happy lifestyle.  Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early to prepare the breakfast. In your view, how could the man of the house cook for the wife? At the breakfast table, mother facial expression is always like the dark clouds before a thunderstorm and I would pretend not to notice. She would use her chopsticks and make a lot of noise with it as her silent protest. As I am a dance teacher in the Children&#8217;s Palace and am exhausted from a long day of dancing around, I do not wish to give up the luxury of that additional few minutes in the comfort of my bed and hence I turned a deaf ear to all the protest mother makes.  From time to time, mother would help out with some housework, but soon her help created additional work for me. For example: she would keep all kinds of plastic bags accumulating them so that she sell them later on, and resulted in our house being filled with all the trash bags; she would scrimp on dish washing detergent when helping to wash the dishes and so as not to hurt her feelings, I would quietly wash them again. One day, late at night, mother saw me quietly washing the dishes, and &#8220;Bam&#8221; she slams her bedroom door and cried very loudly in her room. Hubby was placed in a difficult position, and after that, he did not speak to me for that entire night. I pretended to be a spoilt child, tried acting cute, but he totally ignored me&#8230;. I got mad and asked him: &#8220;What did I do wrong?&#8221; Hubby stared at me and said: &#8220;Can&#8217;t you just give in to her once? We couldn&#8217;t possibly die eating from a bowl however unclean it is, right?&#8221; After that incident, for a long period of time, mother did not speak to me and you can feel that there is a very awkward feeling hanging in the house.  During that period of cold war, hubby was caught in dilemma as to who to please. In order to stop her son from having to prepare breakfast, mother took on the &#8220;all important&#8221; task of preparing breakfast without any prompting. At the breakfast table, mother would look at hubby happily eating his breakfast and cast that reprimanding stare at me for having failed to perform my duty as a wife. To avoid the embarrassing breakfast situation, I resorted to buying my own breakfast on my way to work. That night, while in bed, hubby was a little upset and asked me: &#8220;LD, is it because you think that mum&#8217;s cooking is not clean that&#8217;s why you chose not to eat at home?&#8221; He then turned his back on me and left me alone in tears as feeling of unfairness overwhelmed me. After some time, hubby sighed: &#8220;LD, just for me, can you have breakfast at home?&#8221; I am left with no choice but to return to the breakfast table.  The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by mother and I felt a sudden churn in my stomach and everything inside seem to be rushing up my throat. I tried to suppress the urge to throw up but I could not. I threw down the bowl, rushed into the washroom, and vomited everything out. Just as I was catching my breath, I saw mother crying and grumbling very loudly in her dialect, hubby was standing at the washroom doorway staring at me with fire burning in his eyes.. I opened my mouth but no words came out of it, I really did not mean it.   We had our very first big fight that day; mother took a look at us, then stood up and slowly made her way out of the house. Hubby gave me a final stare in the eye and followed mother down the stairs. For three days, hubby did not return home, not even a phone call. I was so furious, since mother arrived; I had been trying my best and putting up with her, what else do you want me to do? For no reason, I keep having the feeling to throw up and I simply have not appetite for food, coupled with all the events happening at home, I was at then low point in my life. Finally, a colleague said: &#8220;LD, you look terrible; you should go and see a doctor.&#8221; The doctor confirmed that I am pregnant.  Now it became clear to me why I threw up that fateful morning, a sense of sadness floated through that otherwise happy news. Why didn&#8217;t hubby,  and mother who had been through this before, thought of the possibility of this being the reason that day? At the hospital entrance, I saw my hubby standing there. It had only been three days, but he looked haggard. I had wanted to turn and leave, but one look at him and my heart soften, I couldn&#8217;t resist and called out to him. He followed my voice and finally found me but he pretended that he doesn&#8217;t know me; he has that disgusted look in his eyes that cut right through my heart. I told myself not to look at him anymore, and hail a cab. At that moment, I have such a strong urge inside me to shout to my hubby: &#8220;Darling, I am having your baby!&#8221; and have him lift me up and spin me around in circles of joy. What I wanted didn&#8217;t happen and as I sat in the cab, my tears started rolling down. Why? Why our love couldn&#8217;t even withstand the test of one fight?  Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my hubby, and the disgusted look in his eyes. I cried and wet the corner of the blanket. That night, sound of the drawers opening woke me up. I switched on the lights and I saw hubby with tears rolling down his face. He was removing the money. I stared at him in silence; he ignored me, took the bank deposit book and some money and left the house. Maybe he really intends to leave me for good. What a rational man, so clear-cut in love and money matters. I gave a few dried laugh and tears starting streaming down again.  The next day, I did not go to work.. I wanted to clear this out and have a good talk with hubby. I reached his office and his secretary gave me a weird look and said: &#8220;Mr. Tan&#8217;s mother had a traffic accident and is now in the hospital.&#8221; I stood there in shock. I rushed to the hospital and by the time I found hubby, mother had already passed away. Hubby did not look at me, his face was expressionless. I looked at mother&#8217;s pale white and thin face and I couldn&#8217;t control the tears in my eyes. My god, how could this happen?  Throughout the funeral, hubby did not say a single word to me, with only the occasional disgusted stare at me. I only managed to find out brief facts about the accident from other people. That day, after mother left the house, she walked in dazed toward the bus stop, apparently intending to go back to her old house back in the countryside. As hubby ran after her, she tried to walk faster and as she tried to cross the street, a public bus came and hit her&#8230;I finally understood how much hubby must hate me, if I had not thrown up that morning, if we had not quarreled, if&#8230;.In his heart, I am indirectly the killer of his mother.  Hubby moved into mother&#8217;s room and came home every night with a strong liquor smell on him. And me, I am buried under the guilt and self-pity and could hardly breathe. I wanted to explain to him, tell him that we are going to have our baby soon, but each time, I saw the dead look in his eyes, all the words I have at the brink of my mouth just fell back in. I had rather he hit me real hard or give me a big and thorough scolding though none of these events happening had been my fault at all.  Many days of suffocating silence went by and as the days went by, hubby came home later and later. The deadlock between us continues, we were living together like strangers who don&#8217;t know each other. I am like the dead knot in his heart. One day, I passed by a western restaurant,  looking into the glass window, I saw hubby and a girl sitting facing  each other and he very lightly brushed her hair for her, I understood  what it meant. After recovering from that moment of shock, I entered the restaurant, stood in front of my hubby and stared hard at him, not a tear in my eyes. I have nothing to say to him, and there is no need to say anything. The girl looked at me, looks at hubby, stands up and wanted to go, hubby stretched out his hand and stopped her. He stared back at me, challenging me. I can only hear my slow heart beat, beating, one by one as if at the brink of death. I eventually backed down, if I had stood that any longer, I will collapse together with the baby inside me. That night, he did not come home; he had chosen to use that as a way to indicate to me: Following mother&#8217;s death so did our love for each other.  He did not come home anymore after that. Sometimes, when I returned home from work, I can tell that the cupboard had been touched &#8211; he had returned to take some of his stuff. I no longer wish to call him; the initial desire to explain everything to him vanished. I lived alone; I go for my medical checkups alone, my heart breaks again and again every time I see a guy carefully helping his wife through the physical examination. My office colleagues hinted to me to consider aborting the baby, I told them No, I will not.. I insisted on having to this baby, perhaps it is my way of repaying mother for causing her death.  One day, I came home and I saw hubby sitting in the living room. The whole house was filled with cigarette smoke. On the coffee table, there was this piece of paper. I know what it is all about without even looking at it. In the two months plus of living alone, I have gradually learned to find peace within myself. I looked at him, removed my hat and said: &#8220;You wait a while, I will sign.&#8221; He looked at me, mixed feelings in his eyes, just like mine. As I hang up my coat, I keep repeating to myself &#8220;You cannot cry, you cannot cry&#8230;&#8221; my eyes hurt terribly, but I refused to let tears come out from there. After I hung up my coat, hubby&#8217;s eyes stared fixed at my bulging tummy. I smiled, walked over to the coffee table and pulled the paper towards me. Without even looking at what it says, I signed my name on it and pushed the paper to him.  &#8220;LD, are you pregnant?&#8221; Since mother&#8217;s accident, this is the first time he spoke to me. I could not control my tears any further and they fell like raindrops. I said: &#8220;Yes, but its ok, you can leave now.&#8221; He did not go, in the dark, we sat, facing each other. Hubby slowly moved over me, his tears wet the blanket. In my heart, everything seems so far away, so far that even if I sprint, I could never reach them. I cannot remember how many times he repeated &#8220;sorry&#8221; to me. I had originally thought that I would forgive him, but now I can&#8217;t. In the western restaurant, in front of that girl, that cold look in his eyes, I will never forget, ever. We have drawn such deep scars in each other&#8217;s heart. For me, it&#8217;s unintentional; for him, totally intentional. I had been waiting for this moment of reconciliation, but I realized now, what had gone past is gone forever and could not repeated.   Other than the thought of the baby inside me that would bring some warmth to my heart, I am totally cold towards him, I no longer eat anything he buys for me, I don&#8217;t take any presents from him and I stopped talking to him. From the moment I signed on that piece of paper, marriage and love had vanished from my heart. Sometimes, hubby will try to come into the bedroom, but when he walks in, I will walk out to the living room. He had no choice but to sleep in mother&#8217;s room. At night, from his room, I can hear light sounds of groaning, I kept quiet&#8230; This used to be his trick; last time, whenever I ignore him, he would fake illness and I will surrender and find out what is wrong with him, he would then grab me and laugh. He has forgotten that last time I cared for him and am concerned because there was love, but now, what is there between us? Hubby&#8217;s groaning came on and off continuing but I continuously ignored him.  Almost everyday, he would buy something for the baby, infant products, children products and books that kids like to read. Bags and bags of it stacked inside his room till it is full. I know he is trying to use this to reach out to me, but I am no longer moved by his actions. He has no choice but to lock himself in his room and I can hear his typing away on his computer keyboard, maybe he is now addicted to web surfing but none of that matters to me anymore.  It was sometime towards the end of spring in the following year, one late night, I screamed because of a sudden stomach pain, hubby came rushing into the room, its like he did not change and sleep, and had been waiting for this moment. He carried me and ran down the stairs, stopped a car, holding my hand very tightly and kept wiping the sweat off my brow, throughout the journey to the hospital. Once we reached the hospital, he carried me and hurried into the delivery suite. Lying on the back of his skinny but warmth body, a thought crossed my mind: In my lifetime, who else would love me as much as he did? He held the delivery suite door opened and watch me go in; his warm eyes caused me to manage a smile at him despite my contraction pain. Coming out of the delivery room, hubby looked at our son and me, eyes tear with joy and he kept smiling. I reached out and touched his hand. Hubby looked at me, smiling and then he slowly collapsed onto the floor. I cried out for him in pain&#8230; He smiled, but without opening that tired eyes of his&#8230; I had thought that I would never shed any tear for him, but the truth is, I have never felt a deeper pain cutting through my body at that moment. Doctor said that by the time hubby discovered he had liver cancer, it was already in terminal stage and it was a miracle that he managed to last this long. I asked the doctor when he first discovered he had cancer. Doctor said about 5 months ago and consoled me saying: &#8220;Prepare for his funeral.&#8221;  I disregarded the nurse&#8217;s objection and rushed home, I went into his room and checked his computer, and a suffocating pain hits me. Hubby&#8217;s cancer was discovered 5 months ago, his groaning was real, and I had thought that&#8230; the computer showed over 200 thousand words he wrote for our son: &#8220;Son, just for you, I have persisted, to be able to take a look at you before I fall, is my biggest wish now&#8230;. I know that in your life, you will have many happiness and maybe some setbacks, if only I can accompany you throughout that journey, how nice would it be. But daddy now no longer has that chance. Daddy has written inside here all the possible difficulties and problems you may encounter during your lifetime, when you meet with these problems, you can refer to daddy&#8217;s suggestion &#8230; Son, after writing these 200 thousand words, I feel as if I have accompanied you through life journey. To be honest, daddy is very happy. Do love your mother, she has suffered, she is the one who loves you most and also the one who loves me most&#8230;&#8221; From play school to primary school, to secondary, university, to work and even in dealing with questions of love, everything big and small was written there.  Hubby has also written a letter for me:  &#8220;My dear, to marry you is my biggest happiness, forgive me for the pain I have caused you, forgive me for not telling you my illness, because I want to see you be in a joyful mood waiting for the arrival of our baby&#8230;My dear, if you cried, it means that you have forgiven me and I would smile, thank you for loving me&#8230;These presents, I&#8217;m afraid I cannot give them to our son personally, could you help me to give some of them to him every year, the dates on what to give when are all written on the packaging&#8230; &#8221;  Going back to the hospital, hubby is still in coma. I brought our son over and place him beside him. I said: &#8220;Open your eyes and smile, I want our son to remember being in the warmth of your arms&#8230;&#8221; He struggled to open his eyes and managed a weak smile. Our son still in his arms was happily waving his tiny hands in the air. I press the button on the camera and the sound of the shutter rang through the air as tears slowly rolled down my face&#8230;. A fatal misunderstanding and the person who loves me the most in this world is gone forever&#8230;&#8221;Cruel misunderstandings one after another disrupted the blissful footsteps to our family. Our originals intend of having Mother enjoy some quiet and peaceful moments in her remaining years with us went terribly wrong as destiny&#8217;s secret is finally revealed at a price, everything became too late.&#8221;&#8230;&#8230;..  This is a true story.   LEARNING POINT &#8211; DO NOT EVER HOLD ON TO OFFENCES!!!</p>
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		<title>When Friendship Hurts: How to Deal With Friends Who Betray, Abandon, or Wound You</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2008 16:27:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sharon</dc:creator>
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There is no crystal ball to predict that a particular friend will turn out to be a reliable, positive relationship in your life or, by contrast, that a negative association will cause you emotional distress, or worse. Since destructive or negative friends are not always that easy to spot, being forewarned is forearmed, [...]]]></description>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify">There is no crystal ball to predict that a particular friend will turn out to be a reliable, positive relationship in your life or, by contrast, that a negative association will cause you emotional distress, or worse. Since destructive or negative friends are not always that easy to spot, being forewarned is forearmed, as the saying goes. Some friends may be betrayers from the start; others may turn into betrayers because of what&#8217;s going on in their lives or because of changes in their personality. Sometimes you need to consider what your friend is really like within the contexts of all the behaviors. I can&#8217;t emphasize enough that you need to consider the root cause.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify">Six traits to consider that could pose a problem in friendship:</p>
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<li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify"><strong>The Promise Breaker<o></o></strong></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify"><strong>The Double-crosser</strong><strong><span style="font-weight: normal"><o></o></span></strong></li>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-align: justify">This negative friend betrays you big-time. It could happen when someone does something to hurt you, such as spreading a malicious rumor about you. Or it could be an emotional double-cross<strong><span style="font-weight: normal"><o></o></span></strong></p>
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<li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify"><strong>The Self-absorbed</strong><strong><span style="font-weight: normal"><o></o></span></strong></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify"><strong>The Discloser</strong><strong><span style="font-weight: normal"><o></o></span></strong></li>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-align: justify">When you say to this friend, &#8220;This is just between us,&#8221; she nods her head but unfortunately that promise will last only as long as it takes her to get to her phone or e-mail. Telling this person a secret makes her feel vulnerable and uncomfortable. <strong><span style="font-weight: normal"><o></o></span></strong></p>
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<li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify"><strong>The Competitor</strong><strong><span style="font-weight: normal"><o></o></span></strong></li>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-align: justify">A little bit of competition is healthy and to be expected. An appropriate amount of competition will motivate and stimulate. But too much competition between friends starts to destroy the friendship. One of the primary ingredients in a positive friendship is that one or both friends feel that they can be &#8220;themselves&#8221; and that they don&#8217;t have to put on airs or impress one another. Competition implies a race in which one wins and the other loses; those conditions are quite the opposite of what someone typically expects in a positive friendship, especially a close or best one.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-align: justify">Friends who are competitors probably compete in every area of their lives and find it difficult or impossible to ease up even when it comes to close or best friends. They may compete at work, at school, and even in community affairs.</p>
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<li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify"><strong>The Fault-finder</strong><strong><span style="font-weight: normal"><o></o></span></strong></li>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-align: justify">Nothing you do, say, or wear is good enough for this overly critical friend. The Fault-finder was probably raised by extremely judgmental parents who were also rearing equally hypercritical siblings.</p>
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		<title>20 Ways to Get and Stay Happy</title>
		<link>http://www.artashnikki.com/2008/06/05/20-ways-to-get-and-stay-happy/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Jun 2008 10:30:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sharon</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[1.       Count your blessings &#8211; Count your blessings — but not everyday.
2.       Hear the Music
3.       Snug. Canoodle. Get It On
4.       Nurture Your Spirituality - Survey after survey shows that people with [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35pt; text-indent: -18pt"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial"></span><span>1.</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal">       </span><!--[endif]--><span dir="ltr"><strong><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial">Count your blessings</span></strong></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial"> &#8211; <em>Count your blessings — but not everyday.</em><o></o></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35pt; text-indent: -18pt"><!--[if !supportLists]--><strong><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial"></span><span>2.</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal">       </span></strong><!--[endif]--><span dir="ltr"><strong><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial">Hear the Music<o></o></span></strong></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35pt; text-indent: -18pt"><!--[if !supportLists]--><strong><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial"></span><span>3.</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal">       </span></strong><!--[endif]--><span dir="ltr"><strong><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial">Snug. Canoodle. Get It On<o></o></span></strong></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35pt; text-indent: -18pt"><!--[if !supportLists]--><em><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial"></span><span>4.</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal">       </span></em><!--[endif]--><span dir="ltr"><strong><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial">Nurture Your Spirituality</span></strong></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial"> <em>- Survey after survey shows that people with strong religious faith — of any religion or denomination — are happier than those who are irreligious.<o></o></em></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35pt; text-indent: -18pt"><!--[if !supportLists]--><em><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial"></span><span>5.</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal">       </span></em><!--[endif]--><span dir="ltr"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial"></span><span> </span>Move Your Bod</em></strong></span><em><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial">y &#8211; We&#8217;ve all heard about a &#8220;runner&#8217;s high,&#8221; but there are plenty of other ways to achieve that feeling. Dance. Play a sport. Work out as hard as you can. Take a walk so your stress will take a hike.<o></o></span></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35pt; text-indent: -18pt"><!--[if !supportLists]--><strong><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial"></span><span>6.</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal">       </span></strong><!--[endif]--><span dir="ltr"><strong><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial">Laugh Big <o></o></span></strong></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35pt; text-indent: -18pt"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial"></span><span>7.</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal">       </span><!--[endif]--><span dir="ltr"><strong><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial">Do Something Nice for Someone Else</span></strong></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial"> <em>- Hold a door open for someone at the bank, give someone directions if they look lost or make a point to compliment three people on your way to work. Small or big, directed at friends or strangers, random acts </em>of kindness make the person performing the kind act happier when they&#8217;re grouped together.<o></o></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35pt; text-indent: -18pt"><!--[if !supportLists]--><em><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial"></span><span>8.</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal">       </span></em><!--[endif]--><span dir="ltr"><strong><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial">Make More Money Than Your Peers</span></strong></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial"> &#8211; <em>Money as an absolute may not make you a happier person but making more money than others in your age group does, according to a sociological study done in 2005 by researchers at <st1 w:st="on"></st1><st1 w:st="on">Pennsylvania</st1>  <st1 w:st="on">State</st1> <st1 w:st="on">University</st1>.<o></o></em></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35pt; text-indent: -18pt"><!--[if !supportLists]--><em><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial"></span><span>9.</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal">       </span></em><!--[endif]--><span dir="ltr"><strong><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial">Seek Positive Emotion as a Path to Success</span></strong></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial"> &#8211; <em>Happiness can lead to success, rather than just the other way around. Happy individuals are predisposed to seek out new opportunities and set new goals.<o></o></em></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35pt; text-indent: -18pt"><!--[if !supportLists]--><em><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial"></span><span>10.</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal">    </span></em><!--[endif]--><span dir="ltr"><strong><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial">Identify With Your Heritage</span></strong></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial"> &#8211; <em>Appreciating one&#8217;s culture creates and strengthens bonds with</em> <em>others who share that culture and also allows one to identify and appreciate cultural difference.<o></o></em></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35pt; text-indent: -18pt"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial"></span><span>11.</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal">    </span><!--[endif]--><span dir="ltr"><strong><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial">Use a Happy Memory as a Guide</span></strong></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial"> &#8211; <em>Learn to scan your memory bank for your strengths, talents, passions, interests, practical coping skills, and earlier potential — whether it&#8217;s actualized or not.</em><o></o></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35pt; text-indent: -18pt"><!--[if !supportLists]--><em><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial"></span><span>12.</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal">    </span></em><!--[endif]--><span dir="ltr"><strong><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial">Play the Part of an Optimist</span></strong></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial"> &#8211; <em>Optimism is a learned skill and there are a variety of ways to acquire it.<o></o></em></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35pt; text-indent: -18pt"><!--[if !supportLists]--><em><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial"></span><span>13.</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal">    </span></em><!--[endif]--><span dir="ltr"><strong><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial">Try New Things</span></strong></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial"> <em>- If you often do one thing that makes you happy, then try another.<o></o></em></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35pt; text-indent: -18pt"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial"></span><span>14.</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal">    </span><!--[endif]--><span dir="ltr"><strong><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial">Tell Your Story to Someone</span></strong></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial"> &#8211; <em>Talking about the good and bad things that happen can lead to happiness — even if it is from opposite ends of the phone line</em>.<o></o></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35pt; text-indent: -18pt"><!--[if !supportLists]--><strong><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial"></span><span>15.</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal">    </span></strong><!--[endif]--><span dir="ltr"><strong><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial">Balance Work and Home<o></o></span></strong></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35pt; text-indent: -18pt"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial"></span><span>16.</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal">    </span><!--[endif]--><span dir="ltr"><strong><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial">Be Like the Danes: Keep Expectations Realistic</span></strong></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial"><o></o></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35pt; text-indent: -18pt"><!--[if !supportLists]--><em><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial"></span><span>17.</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal">    </span></em><!--[endif]--><span dir="ltr"><strong><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial">Make Time</span></strong></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial"> &#8211; <em>Maybe set aside two nights in your calendar to focus on those things that you&#8217;d like to spend more time on.<o></o></em></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35pt; text-indent: -18pt"><!--[if !supportLists]--><strong><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial"></span><span>18.</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal">    </span></strong><!--[endif]--><span dir="ltr"><strong><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial"></span><span> </span>Visualize Happiness <o></o></strong></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35pt; text-indent: -18pt"><!--[if !supportLists]--><em><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial"></span><span>19.</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal">    </span></em><!--[endif]--><span dir="ltr"><strong><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial">Smile</span></strong></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial"> &#8211; <em>Go ahead. It won&#8217;t hurt you. It might actually make you happier, too.<o></o></em></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35pt; text-indent: -18pt"><!--[if !supportLists]--><em><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial"></span><span>20.</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal">    </span></em><!--[endif]--><span dir="ltr"><strong><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial">Marry Happy</span></strong></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial"> &#8211; <em>Research shows that depressed singles receive greater psychological benefit — from things such as intimacy and emotional closeness — from getting married than those who are not depressed. And for the married population, first of all, congratulations: people in committed relationships have been shown to be happier than those who aren&#8217;t, despite how satisfying their marriages actually are.</em></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35pt; text-indent: -18pt">Source: http://www.time.com/time</p>
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		<title>GOLDEN RULES FOR LIVING</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Jun 2008 07:51:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sharon</dc:creator>
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If you open it, close it.
If you turn it on, turn it off .
If you unlock it, lock it up.
If you break it, admit it.
If you make a mess, clean it up.
If you move it, put it back.
If it belongs to someone else and you want to use it, get permission.
If you don&#8217;t know how [...]]]></description>
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<p style="text-align: center; line-height: 12pt" align="center"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma">If you open it, close it.<o :p></o></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center; line-height: 12pt" align="center"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma">If you turn it on, turn it off .<o :p></o></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center; line-height: 12pt" align="center"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma">If you unlock it, lock it up.<o :p></o></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center; line-height: 12pt" align="center"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma">If you break it, admit it.<o :p></o></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center; line-height: 12pt" align="center"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma">If you make a mess, clean it up.<o :p></o></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center; line-height: 12pt" align="center"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma">If you move it, put it back.<o :p></o></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center; line-height: 12pt" align="center"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma">If it belongs to someone else and you want to use it, get permission.<o :p></o></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center; line-height: 12pt" align="center"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma">If you don&#8217;t know how to operate it, leave it alone.<o :p></o></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center; line-height: 12pt" align="center"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma">If it&#8217;s none of your business, don&#8217;t ask questions.<o :p></o></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center; line-height: 12pt" align="center"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma">If ain&#8217;t broke, don&#8217;t fix it.<o :p></o></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center; line-height: 12pt" align="center"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma">If it brighten someone&#8217;s day, say it.<o :p></o></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center; line-height: 12pt" align="center"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma">If it tarnish someone&#8217;s reputation, keep it to yourself.<o :p></o></span></p>
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		<title>Inside Secrets On How To Stay In Love</title>
		<link>http://www.artashnikki.com/2008/06/02/inside-secrets-on-how-to-stay-in-love/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Jun 2008 09:42:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sharon</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[1.      Keep your love growing by giving both love and respect
According to www.loveandrespect.com, “Love is a woman’s deepest need and respect is man’s deepest need. I believe this is based on the Bible.”
2.      Keep your love growing by making adjustments
The good book says, ‘Look for [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt"><!--[if !supportLists]--><strong><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Tahoma"></span><span>1.</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal">      </span></strong><!--[endif]--><span dir="ltr"><strong><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Tahoma">Keep your love growing by giving both love and respect<o></o></span></strong></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt"><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Tahoma">According to www.loveandrespect.com, “Love is a woman’s deepest need and respect is man’s deepest need. I believe this is based on the Bible.”<o></o></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt"><!--[if !supportLists]--><strong><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Tahoma"></span><span>2.</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal">      </span></strong><!--[endif]--><span dir="ltr"><strong><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Tahoma">Keep your love growing by making adjustments<o></o></span></strong></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt"><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Tahoma">The good book says, ‘Look for one another’s interests and not just your own.’ (Philippians 2:4), Thinking of only yourself and not being prepared to meet the needs of the other kills a relationship. It’s called selfishness!<o></o></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportLists]--><strong><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Tahoma"></span><span>       3.</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal">      </span></strong><!--[endif]--><span dir="ltr"><strong><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Tahoma">Keep your love growing by meeting each other’s needs<o></o></span></strong></span><strong><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Tahoma"><o> </o></span></strong></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt"><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Tahoma">A husband who does the dishes, fixes things around the house, cares for the</span><span>  </span> maintenance of the yard and car <strong><span style="color: red">(Acts of Service)</span></strong> does not understand it when his wife says, &#8220;<strong>You never hug me.&#8221; <span style="color: red">(Physical Touch)</span></strong><span style="color: red">.</span> Or, <strong>&#8220;<span style="color: red">Why don&#8217;t you spend time with me?</span> “ <span style="color: red">(Quality Time)</span></strong><span style="color: red">.</span> Or, <span style="color: red">&#8220;<strong>You never buy me flowers?&#8221; (Gifts)</strong></span> Or, <strong><span style="color: red">&#8220;You never encourage me?&#8221; (Words of Affirmation)</span></strong> But, if her expression of love is Acts of Service, she&#8217;ll feel so loved because her husband does so many things for her. When you discover the best way your partner wants to express and receive love your whole world will look right and you both will rise to a new level.<strong><o></o></strong></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt"><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Tahoma">Let’s look at three of these love expressions in more depth: <strong>encouragement, quality time and showing affection.</strong><o></o></span></p>
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		<title>The best expression of love is time</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2008 06:26:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sharon</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The importance of things can be measured by how much time we are willing to invest in them. The more time you give to something, the more you reveal its importance and value to you.
Time is your most precious gift because you only have a set amount of it. You can make more money, but [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The importance of things can be measured by how much time we are willing to invest in them. The more time you give to something, the more you reveal its importance and value to you.</p>
<p>Time is your most precious gift because you only have a set amount of it. You can make more money, but you can&#8217;t make more time. When you give someone your time, you are giving them a portion of your life that you&#8217;ll never get back. Your time is your life that is why the greatest gift you can give someone is you time.</p>
<p>It is not enough just to say relationships are important; we must prove it by investing time in them. Relationships takes time and effort, and the best way to spell love is &#8220;<strong>T-I-M-E.</strong>&#8221;</p>
<p>The essence of love is not we think or do or provide for others, but how much we give ourselves.</p>
<p>Men, in particular, often don&#8217;t understand this. Many men said, &#8220;I don&#8217;t understand my wife and kids. I provide everything that they need. What more could they want?&#8221; They want you! Your ears, your eyes, your time, your attention, your presence, your focus-your time. Nothing can take the place of that. Love concentrates so intently on another that you forget yourself at that moment. Attention says. &#8220;I value you enough to give you my post precious asset-my time.&#8221;</p>
<p>You can give without loving, but cannot love without giving. Love means giving up- yielding my preferences, comfort, goals, security, money, energy or time for the benefit of someone else.</p>
<p>by Rick Warren ( Purpose Driven Life)</p>
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		<title>Happiness is:</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Dec 2007 08:44:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sharon</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[1. Falling in love.
2. Laughing so hard your face hurts.
3. A hot shower.
4. No lines at the supermarket.
5. A special glance.
6. Getting mail.
7. Taking a drive on a pretty road.
8. Hearing your favourite song on the radio.
9. Lying in bed listening to the rain outside.
10. Hot towels fresh out of the dryer.
11. Chocolate milkshake &#8230; [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span class="quote">1. Falling in love.<br />
2. Laughing so hard your face hurts.<br />
3. A hot shower.<br />
4. No lines at the supermarket.<br />
5. A special glance.<br />
6. Getting mail.<br />
7. Taking a drive on a pretty road.<br />
8. Hearing your favourite song on the radio.<br />
9. Lying in bed listening to the rain outside.<br />
10. Hot towels fresh out of the dryer.<br />
11. Chocolate milkshake &#8230; (or vanilla &#8230; or strawberry!)<br />
12. A bubble bath.<br />
13. Giggling.<br />
14. A good conversation.<br />
15. The beach<br />
16. Finding a 20-pound note in your coat from last winter.<br />
17. Laughing at yourself.<br />
18. Eye contact with a hot member of the opposite sex.<br />
19. Midnight phone calls that last for hours.<br />
20. Running through sprinklers.<br />
21. Laughing for absolutely no reason at all.<br />
22. Having someone tell you that you&#8217;re beautiful/good looking.<br />
23. Laughing at an inside joke.<br />
24. Friends.<br />
25. Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you.<br />
26. Waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to sleep.<br />
27. Your first kiss (either the very first or with a new partner).<br />
28. Making new friends or spending time with old ones.<br />
29. Playing with a new puppy.<br />
30. Having someone play with your hair.<br />
31. Sweet dreams.<br />
32. Hot chocolate.<br />
33. Road trips with friends.<br />
34. Swinging on swings.<br />
35. Making eye contact with a cute stranger.<br />
36. Making chocolate chip cookies (and eating them&#8230;!).<br />
37. Having your friends send you homemade cookies.<br />
38. Holding hands with someone you care about.<br />
39. Running into an old friend and realizing that some things (good or bad) never change.<br />
40. Watching the expression on someone&#8217;s face as they open a much-desired present from you.<br />
41. Watching the sunrise.<br />
42. Getting out of bed every morning and being grateful for another beautiful day.<br />
43. Knowing that somebody misses you.<br />
44. Getting a hug from someone you care about deeply.<br />
45. Knowing you&#8217;ve done the right thing, no matter what other people think.</span></p>
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		<title>The importance of smiling</title>
		<link>http://www.artashnikki.com/2007/10/08/the-importance-of-smiling/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Oct 2007 07:04:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sharon</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[To really smile, remember a happy experience in your life. It doesn&#8217;t need to be related to the person you are smiling at, just a time that makes you smile. A time that really made you feel good. As you remember it, your face will want to smile. Let it. That is exactly what you [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>To really smile, remember a happy experience in your life. It doesn&#8217;t need to be related to the person you are smiling at, just a time that makes you smile. A time that really made you feel good. As you remember it, your face will want to smile. Let it. That is exactly what you want to have happen. A smile is more than a grin, a smile brings light to your whole countenance.</p>
<p>Have you every tried smiling at complete strangers? I have. Almost without fail they smile back at you. People like to be smiled at, I can&#8217;t explain it, but its true. I have smiled at people walking down the street and most will smile back. That in turn makes me feel good because someone is smiling at me. Weird but true.</p>
<p>source:http://m0smith.freeshell.org/blog-romance/2006/04/importance-of-smiling.html</p>
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		<title>Stay in love</title>
		<link>http://www.artashnikki.com/2007/09/12/stay-in-love/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Sep 2007 08:13:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sharon</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[We may sometimes unfair in any ways to the person we love. We may not always understand his/her side. We may have personality differences and character traits because we are raised by different parents. But if we have something in common that would fill those differences then for sure everything will be alright. We may [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify">We may sometimes unfair in any ways to the person we love. We may not always understand his/her side. We may have personality differences and character traits because we are raised by different parents. But if we have something in common that would fill those differences then for sure everything will be alright. We may not be perfect but if the love is there, no matter what happen you will never be apart. The love that we have is our shield; our strong weapon in times of relationship crisis because love makes us strong, will build us into a better person. So keep love in your heart and stay in love.</p>
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		<title>Long distance relationship…</title>
		<link>http://www.artashnikki.com/2007/09/06/long-distance-relationship%e2%80%a6/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Sep 2007 09:48:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sharon</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[How does long distance relationship work? How will you both manage to keep the ties&#8230;How will you express your love to each other?
For me, long distance relationships works, yes it does! For almost a year now, I am miles away with my family, specifically with my husband. It maybe hard for us to keep knot [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify">How does long distance relationship work? How will you both manage to keep the ties&#8230;How will you express your love to each other?</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify"><o :p></o>For me, long distance relationships works, yes it does! For almost a year now, I am miles away with my family, specifically with my husband. It maybe hard for us to keep knot that ties between us but with Gods help, still we are together in spirit and in love. Yes, distance really matters, but its how you manage to keep the relationship and most of all, its how you keep the love alive.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify"><o :p></o>In a relationship, sacrifice is within the package also. It doesn’t mean you cried a lot, or you are being tortured but a sacrifice for the sake of your family, for the sake of your baby’s future and your both future. For a married man and woman, they will surely understand what I mean.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify">But as much as possible, a family should live together to enhance, develop, nourish the love for each other.</p>
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